<?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-4103385208377509239</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:13:59.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robles, Roblito y Roblecito</title><subtitle type='html'>Big Oak, Little Oak and Tiny Oak.  Welcome to my family!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-5811660973850010231</id><published>2011-11-21T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:54:47.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good :)</title><content type='html'>The boy had pink eye recently and of course I couldn't help but take a picture... or two :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677843397996572482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2fbVRt_Xiw/TsvAfOvh70I/AAAAAAAAAPk/M5_haIK5KQU/s400/Dscf1842.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boy got pretty sick of this and let me know that he was shutting the opperation down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tad_egl1F6I/TsvAfEAT6PI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jke-RekV91k/s1600/Dscf1841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677843395114166514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tad_egl1F6I/TsvAfEAT6PI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jke-RekV91k/s400/Dscf1841.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had a great long post about why this monday was the best Monday I think I may have ever had. It decided to erase itself before I could do anything about it. But that's ok. I'll tell you the gist. I love my life and I am finally starting to love myself again. My son and husband are the biggest blessings in my life and I know now that I'm being the mother God intended me to be. We have a long road ahead of us and I know things will be hard and there may be moments that I struggle but it will be more than worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-62949fa889cc55b1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62949fa889cc55b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1497300D09A3B9FDB05948495D34B9D295607594.59B8E2C20728D28170DD3F24DE1EEC00A56FDBF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62949fa889cc55b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGxx-T7jKjHHVfGEPziVR95O2UQc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62949fa889cc55b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1497300D09A3B9FDB05948495D34B9D295607594.59B8E2C20728D28170DD3F24DE1EEC00A56FDBF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62949fa889cc55b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGxx-T7jKjHHVfGEPziVR95O2UQc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-5811660973850010231?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/5811660973850010231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=5811660973850010231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5811660973850010231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5811660973850010231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good :)'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2fbVRt_Xiw/TsvAfOvh70I/AAAAAAAAAPk/M5_haIK5KQU/s72-c/Dscf1842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-5136456337085596358</id><published>2011-01-31T15:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:18:13.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all those who really really really dislike their local DMV!`</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: This post is most certainly going to be a rant/vent.  If you don't want to read it I totally understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o as you can probably tell I'm not happy with my latest DMV experience and here's why;&lt;br /&gt;First it was nearly impossible to find! Why? It's located inside the Utah State Fairgrounds...... WHY ON EARTH!?!?!?!?!? No idea. After looking up the location online and then calling family to look it up again because the address I got sent me somewhere weird and then driving in circles for almost an hour I finally saw a ridiculously tiny sign inside the fairground parking lot pointing the way.  Who ever decided that this particular location was a good idea deserves to be beat and whoever made the sign deserves it just as much if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I get inside, I had already filled out the paperwork mind you, I was told that my small Birth Certificate Card (the only one I've ever had in my possession for the last 20.99726 years) was not adequate and that I needed to go and get a 'real' one.  $18 later I was back at the DMV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I needed two pieces of mail; the only mail I get are the ones labeled "to our neighbor" or medical bills which happen to all look exactly alike and the man at the front desk informed me wouldn't count for reasons I cannot explain.  I went out to my car and found the nastiest, dirtiest, most crumpled piece of mail I could find, which mind you was just another piece of medical mail and took that back in, somehow this worked.  I'm not complaining that it worked just that they have to make it so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my picture taken which is absolutely terrible; is my face really that fat now? Holy cow I have a long face and unnaturally huge forehead! Not to mention all the makeup in the world couldn't cover up the bags under my eyes or change the fact that I now look like I have two lazy eyes due to my lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy proceeds to print my paper copy forgetting to change my name taking up more time to go back and fix it and then....To top off the whole trip..... My old DL expires tomorrow; on my birthday.... my 21st birthday so I had to come in today and now for the next 5 years I will posses a card that states I am under 21 until a date that will precede me actually getting my card for 4-6 weeks.  Honestly!? Come on people! Work with me! I have less than 12 hours till the whole becoming an 'adult' event and I will be questioned on my age until my 26th birthday because I came in a whole 12 hours early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say that today hasn't been the best day ever but all things considered I'm still alive, I have a beautiful baby boy that is almost 4 months old and I have a husband who loves me even when I haven't managed to do my hair or makeup or get dressed in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-5136456337085596358?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/5136456337085596358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=5136456337085596358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5136456337085596358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5136456337085596358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2011/01/calling-all-those-who-really-really.html' title='Calling all those who really really really dislike their local DMV!`'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-74803263330766098</id><published>2010-11-21T13:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T07:39:56.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Baby Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TOmoLLBO4OI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ub5OiDb2ErE/s1600/DSCF1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TOmoLLBO4OI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ub5OiDb2ErE/s400/DSCF1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542145726346092770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't get it to turn but I often find them sleeping together and I love it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TOmoKmL8RbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2OVDr743juw/s1600/DSCF1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TOmoKmL8RbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2OVDr743juw/s400/DSCF1536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542145716458898866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is almost 7 weeks old! It's ridiculous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-74803263330766098?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/74803263330766098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=74803263330766098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/74803263330766098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/74803263330766098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-baby-baby.html' title='Baby Baby Baby'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TOmoLLBO4OI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ub5OiDb2ErE/s72-c/DSCF1560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-5418101792612615953</id><published>2010-11-01T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:22:30.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TM8lRey9iFI/AAAAAAAAALk/IU3DO1VcZHc/s1600/DSCF1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TM8lRey9iFI/AAAAAAAAALk/IU3DO1VcZHc/s400/DSCF1532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534683449316444242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I get to watch my sweet angel sleep, eat, cry, and sleep some more and I love it! I LOVE being a mom. Yes, I get practically nothing done. Yes, I lose huge amounts of sleep. Yes, I don't have time to shower or eat sometimes. Yes, it's incredibly hard. Yes, yes, and yes, It is absolutely worth it.  I am convinced that there is nothing better in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;I love how he'll fall back asleep if I play with his hair, how he smiles when he's dreaming, that he sleeps in all the same funny positions as my husband, when he just wants to cuddle with me, that neither one of us gets any sleep when Griff is gone, all his little noises and sounds and well everything, I just love everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-5418101792612615953?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/5418101792612615953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=5418101792612615953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5418101792612615953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5418101792612615953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2010/11/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TM8lRey9iFI/AAAAAAAAALk/IU3DO1VcZHc/s72-c/DSCF1532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-5168865346761083184</id><published>2010-08-30T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T14:37:17.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See?! I do have a belly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/THwikeL8X0I/AAAAAAAAALc/YTrMAD1WbBY/s1600/IMAG0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/THwikeL8X0I/AAAAAAAAALc/YTrMAD1WbBY/s400/IMAG0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511318053968437058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? See? See! Ignore the face above the belly but I had to post proof to everyone that I do look pregnant and not too bad for being 31 weeks if I do say so myself :) &lt;br /&gt;I promise I looked better when I left the house but hours in the wind and heat changed that pretty fast :(&lt;br /&gt;what do you all think about Griff's beard? he hasn't shaved since football camp, I don't blame him since he'd leave at 6am and return at 10pm, who wants to shave when you can sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This picture is from Fan Fest thanks to Z. Wade and dad's cool new phone) Mom and Dad came up and spent the day with me since Griff was gone almost all day (what else is new?) we had a great time people watching and waiting for the Football Team to show up.  Then Griff reported back to the football facility and mom and dad treated me to lunch at Noodles, it was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm bored so I imagine you are too, I'll leave you until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-5168865346761083184?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/5168865346761083184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=5168865346761083184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5168865346761083184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5168865346761083184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2010/08/see-i-do-have-belly.html' title='See?! I do have a belly!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/THwikeL8X0I/AAAAAAAAALc/YTrMAD1WbBY/s72-c/IMAG0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-544110166358971756</id><published>2010-08-19T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:41:22.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH!</title><content type='html'>I almost bit into my worst nightmare! No, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;Being the pregnant woman that I am I really like to stay away from foods that are even slightly questionable in what my stomach or digestive system will think of them.  That being said I was rather excited to eat my last plum (I only bought three and I bought them 3 days ago), my kitchen area is really dark and I hadn't turned on the lights but why do you need lights to eat fruit? I grabbed the plum and noticed it was really soft, I absentmindedly turned it over and all the juice leaked out! This now required lights.  Some of the juice was on my hand so I did what any normal fruit loving person did and licked it off, waste not, BAD IDEA! It was rotten! Smelled .... terrible, I leave it at terrible for you since my stomach is turning writing about it.  I went to the sink to inspect the mess and well I opened up a completely bad, moldy plum. SEE!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TG1QLBe205I/AAAAAAAAALM/WL1lzlKzcx8/s1600/Photo-0346%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TG1QLBe205I/AAAAAAAAALM/WL1lzlKzcx8/s400/Photo-0346%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507146069650625426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I'm timidly eating a peach but I think I'm going to chuck this one too and just go with a banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-544110166358971756?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/544110166358971756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=544110166358971756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/544110166358971756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/544110166358971756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2010/08/ahhh.html' title='AHHH!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TG1QLBe205I/AAAAAAAAALM/WL1lzlKzcx8/s72-c/Photo-0346%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-8060808524923828049</id><published>2010-08-17T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:14:55.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner is Served ... :)</title><content type='html'>From this: (Spaghetti Squash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGsVnPT8AII/AAAAAAAAAK0/H4rEdlKODlE/s1600/Photo-0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGsVnPT8AII/AAAAAAAAAK0/H4rEdlKODlE/s400/Photo-0347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506518733259800706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this: (Cooked Spaghetti Squash)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGsVnUVs8RI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wBeDujqoSGk/s1600/Photo-0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGsVnUVs8RI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wBeDujqoSGk/s400/Photo-0348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506518734609379602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this: Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGsVnned6_I/AAAAAAAAALE/HyInF80vruU/s1600/Photo-0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGsVnned6_I/AAAAAAAAALE/HyInF80vruU/s400/Photo-0346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506518739746417650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to be much healthier than using actual noodles for a pasta dish like this.  They taste really good, not anything like the actual thing but I think I could get used to them, they're lighter than noodles and make my stomach and head feel better about eating Spaghetti.  Oh and I forgot to mention that this is easier than cooking real noodles :) no watching the pan or scrapping them off the bottom, just pop it in the microwave and let it cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves and happy eating!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-8060808524923828049?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/8060808524923828049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=8060808524923828049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/8060808524923828049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/8060808524923828049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2010/08/dinner-is-served.html' title='Dinner is Served ... :)'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGsVnPT8AII/AAAAAAAAAK0/H4rEdlKODlE/s72-c/Photo-0347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-1423219345993925379</id><published>2010-08-11T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:07:49.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldering!</title><content type='html'>I'm officially addicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these charms at the local fair and wanted to buy every single one I saw but they were kinda expensive and I couldn't validate it so instead I headed to google to learn how to make them on my own and talked my husband into letting me spend a little money which has been very worth it so far :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made 7 charms (with plans to make tons more) and at the 'store bought' price that would have cost me anywhere from $35-$70 ..... I haven't even spent the base price tee hee! totally worth it!!!!! I'm still not as good at it as I want to be but I've come a LONG way from my first one which was gifted to my sister, sorry, I promise to replace that sad little one with a better one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two are are .5 in x 1.5 in and the top one says LOVE one the back side. the tree one is just black on both sides; I didn't want any details besides the tree and just kept it really simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLUzsShZ1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LfKenLp1T7s/s1600/Photo-0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLUzsShZ1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LfKenLp1T7s/s400/Photo-0341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504195679127430994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'JL' one measures 1 in x 1 in and has a hand drawn Dragonfly on the back for my aunt and her love of the bug.  The 'Lizzy' one is 1 in x 1.5 in. and has patterned paper similar to that of the one above that Lizzy picked out of my stash. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLXEo0lMTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dcIZRAExd4k/s1600/Photo-0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLXEo0lMTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dcIZRAExd4k/s400/Photo-0342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504198169277575474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do all the glass cutting, hand draw all the lettering, and solder the whole thing together.  I make them out of a thin glass so they're not as heavy as some you normally find which are only comfortable as necklaces because they will smack you in the hand and kinda hurt as a bracelet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of myself for being able to do this and now to make my mother proud I'm going to devote the same amount of time to cleaning my house haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-1423219345993925379?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/1423219345993925379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=1423219345993925379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/1423219345993925379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/1423219345993925379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2010/08/soldering.html' title='Soldering!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLUzsShZ1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LfKenLp1T7s/s72-c/Photo-0341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-597315690208693640</id><published>2010-08-10T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T08:02:19.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New ..... stuff</title><content type='html'>So, We're in our new apartment but pictures will have to wait until everything is unpacked and I can find the cable for my camera and actually upload some haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house/apartment is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the horrid football schedule is new :( to give you an idea of just how horrible it is Griff leaves at about 6am and returns around 1pm for a break but doesn't actually come home for the day until about 10pm.  It is super hard for me to have him be gone that long and not know when he's really going to be home; if I know he's going to be gone at a normal practice I can mentally make myself ok with him being gone from time a to time b but for these two weeks it's never the same, I can't make a schedule and I have a really hard time with it.  His break is never at the same time and he never gets home at the same time so I find myself sitting on my couch just waiting to hear his key in the door.  I think I have a case of separation anxiety and sadly I thought that only happened to small children.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made some more hair accessories :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGFoIGz7UGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZvGFehqVnQA/s1600/Photo+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGFoIGz7UGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZvGFehqVnQA/s400/Photo+172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503794708100108386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGFo4Gol3oI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/y7tMQTQ55rk/s1600/Photo-0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGFo4Gol3oI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/y7tMQTQ55rk/s400/Photo-0317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503795532686286466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've also learned to Solder :) it's really fun but I need some serious practice to get my charms to look the way I want them to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's going to be all for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I'm 7 months pregnant! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-597315690208693640?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/597315690208693640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=597315690208693640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/597315690208693640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/597315690208693640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-stuff.html' title='New ..... stuff'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGFoIGz7UGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZvGFehqVnQA/s72-c/Photo+172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-8648467087036042586</id><published>2010-07-22T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T14:57:26.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>skirt skirt, I made a skirt :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been crafty lately and I promised I'd post the things I've done so here goes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've wanted a circle skirt for a long time now and I figured I could make one easy enough. Six cuts later, some pinning and sewing I had done it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TEi-MxcU_iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YXQyp2Wv8Zw/s1600/base.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496852471845551650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TEi-MxcU_iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YXQyp2Wv8Zw/s400/base.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TEi9og2qThI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EMG6YhVZrbI/s1600/finished.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can't tell from the picture ( I had to use my phone because my camera is dead ) but it's a very pretty plum color. So all layed out it looks really cute and fun but I made it out of Jersey knit material (so it would stretch over the growing belly and fit after the baby arrives) which is a great comfy matterial but it looked like a limp rag around my body and I was convinced that it was a lost cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pouting over the loss when I looked at my lap to find the skirt bunched a little to I pinned it and stood up; SO COOL! It hung really nicely so I proceeded to pinch and pin all the way around until I found the pattern I liked and then stiched all of the gathers in place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TEi9og2qThI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EMG6YhVZrbI/s1600/finished.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496851848917306898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TEi9og2qThI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EMG6YhVZrbI/s400/finished.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the final result!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-8648467087036042586?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/8648467087036042586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=8648467087036042586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/8648467087036042586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/8648467087036042586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2010/07/skirt-skirt-i-made-skirt.html' title='skirt skirt, I made a skirt :)'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TEi-MxcU_iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YXQyp2Wv8Zw/s72-c/base.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-7287356832706416363</id><published>2010-07-19T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:24:53.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts!</title><content type='html'>Here's a list of some 'Firsts' in this pregnancy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously it's my first pregnancy :P&lt;br /&gt;I first saw the baby at 10 weeks&lt;br /&gt;In the same ultrasound he was perfectly still untill he started kicking like he was running a marathon.  This marathon only lasted a few seconds and then he was perfectly still again.&lt;br /&gt;I felt my first kick at 16 weeks while sitting on the couch at work.&lt;br /&gt;We think the first time I felt hickups was at about 20 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;At 20 weeks and 3 days we descovered that he was in fact a boy.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time in my life that I've had heartburn and I really don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;By aprox 22 weeks I was noticing his first responses to things outside the womb;  he kicks when Griff leaves in the morning and kicks when Griff puts his hands on my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;At 24 weeks I saw his face for the first time (in an ultrasound).&lt;br /&gt;25 weeks marks not only where I am now but also the first time he has moved for long periods of time; today he kicked and rolled over one spot on my side for 25 min! It was very entertaining and yes, I sat there and just smiled the whole time.  Who needs Tivo? I have a kid! Well Fetus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-7287356832706416363?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/7287356832706416363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=7287356832706416363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/7287356832706416363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/7287356832706416363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2010/07/firsts.html' title='Firsts!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-928232592217571603</id><published>2010-07-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T10:56:54.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes!!!!</title><content type='html'>So my life is full of changes right now and I'm working on more changes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally changed the look of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a resolution to update at least once a week. (please be patient as I work into this since we've seen how well I've done lately haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving to a new apartment where Griff and I will be able to begin to really build a home together and I'm beyond excited! For those that don't know we've been living in his grandparents basement; not that I don't love it here and everything but I will be able to expand from a bedroom and bathroom to a full apartment with two bedrooms, a bathroom, my own kitchen, living room and walls I can decorate to my style and hearts content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing; packing totally counts as change :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest change in my life right now is the ever growing Roblecito.  He weighs about a pound now and he's about a foot tall.  If you're still confused; I'm pregnant, it's a boy and I'm 24 weeks and 5 days or in other words 6 months along!  Yes, I realize that I should have talked about this sooner but with everything going on I've lost track of time and slacked off.  Only under the recent circumstance have I been able to to really think about the blog thing.  Present circumstance being bed rest, now granted it's only for a week but still, I have a ton of time and not much to do so what do I do? Play games on the pod, sleep, eat, sew what little scraps of fabric I can get my hands on, wait for Griff to get home and entertain me or just talk to me, watch movies and then it hit me; *thought* "You have totally forgotten to update your blog!" * So here I am repenting and doing my best to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not entertaining at all but I'm going to try and write more often and maybe even get my camera up and running again so that I can show you all the nifty crafts I've been working on over the last while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-928232592217571603?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/928232592217571603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=928232592217571603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/928232592217571603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/928232592217571603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2010/07/changes.html' title='Changes!!!!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-3043190459122919362</id><published>2010-03-27T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:31:17.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Months!</title><content type='html'>So I know this post is not only long in coming but also late, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title says Griff and I have been married for three months now! It is so crazy and so amazing all wrapped together perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update you all on the things we have been doing, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Canada not too long ago for the weekend to see the Muniz family be sealed in the temple.  It was very intimidating for me as I was definitely a language minority but regardless it was an amazing experience.  I also met a very amazing man; he knows an incredible amount about the gospel and well .... everything! We stayed with Tom for the one night we spent in Canada and by the time we left in the morning I was almost in tears because I felt like I was leaving a lifelong friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now working as a nanny.... again (for those who didn't know). This job is far from anything I'm used to; I work for a doctor and she is on-call for 13-24 hrs so during that time I sit in my room in case she has to deliver a baby or check on a patient.  Most of my time is spent on my computer which means I really have no excuse for never updating my blog but alas I am a student too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griff lately has been extra sensitive and ultimately adorable.  With his crazy football schedule leaving the house by 5am some mornings and not returning home till after 6pm practically everyday I have been missing him more than ever.  Then add my shifts on top of that where I don't see him at night (my shifts either go from 7am to 7 am or 6pm to 7am four of five times a month).  We both have class too so that fills the time in between and honestly makes me quite irritable and just a sobbing mess when I'm alone and he's gone, yes, I honestly cry when he leaves me.  Anyways, he knows that I've been having a hard time with this situation and has become super-husband; he calls me when I'm at work and reads to me till I fall asleep, I have a really hard time sleeping away from him and this is the only way I fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;When, on the rare occasion, we have a day together we never run errands alone; it takes longer, yes, but time is so very precious and he knows that it makes the time apart less 'bad'.&lt;br /&gt;I also have been getting stressed with school, homework, and housework; Griff will try to do little things while I'm at my night class so that when I come home we can have dinner and relax for a bit before we have to go to bed.  One day in particular I was extremely stressed and needed to write a paper as well as finish the laundry and the cleaning so Griff told me to work on my paper and he'd "race" me to finish things around the house.  He did all of the laundry and made me the best comfort food ever; a grilled peanut butter and jelly sandwich, it may sound gross but it is something my daddy used to make me and I haven't had it in years.  It's like chicken noodle soup when you have a cold, it just makes you feel better.  He knew I was stressed past my ears and starving and trying to get everything done so he just stepped up, he then told me to get cleaned up and took me to dinner 'just because'.  I love him sooo much and I can't imagine spending precious time with anyone but him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should have named this post "I love my husband more than anything in the whole world" but I didn't :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-3043190459122919362?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/3043190459122919362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=3043190459122919362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/3043190459122919362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/3043190459122919362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2010/03/three-months.html' title='Three Months!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-6748680135179952287</id><published>2009-11-10T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:33:24.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner is Served!</title><content type='html'>I've found the perfect way to procrastinate homework! COOKING!!!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I turned to my new friend Super Cook and today's result is Double-Baked Broccoli Cheese Potatoes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Svn3-CapFdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4C748bk49i0/s1600-h/Photo+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Svn3-CapFdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4C748bk49i0/s400/Photo+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402621873180186066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So simple I didn't really measure anything&lt;br /&gt;you need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;potatoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;garlic salt (optional) **Garlic salt happens to be my favorite spice**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pepper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;broccoli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;First bake the potatoes: clean them and poke holes and then make a small/shallow cut all the way around so that it's easier to cut them in half later, don't cut too deep as it will make the guts kind of.... hard.  then either bake them in the oven or if you're impatient like me use the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while that's going on mix a little milk; roughly 1/3 c per 2 potatoes, two dollops of butter (hey, I didn't say this was a healthy meal :P ), finely chopped broccoli; about a stem per potato, 1/3c of cheese, pepper and other seasonings to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the potatoes are done baking carefully cut them in half and scoop the guts in with the cheese and broccoli mix and mash mash mash! once it's mixed scoop it back into the potato skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place in the oven at 350 for about 15 min and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I really do mean enjoy, I loved them! plus they're totally affordable on a college budget, yay for starving student meals outside of top ramen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-6748680135179952287?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/6748680135179952287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=6748680135179952287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/6748680135179952287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/6748680135179952287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/11/dinner-is-served.html' title='Dinner is Served!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Svn3-CapFdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4C748bk49i0/s72-c/Photo+169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-981558023184485910</id><published>2009-11-09T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:31:40.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking! YAY!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I was bored and my class got canceled so I naturally decided to cook something, but alas, I had no idea what to cook so I turned to Google :D Happy 40th Anniversary Sesame Street BTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I found a cool website called: Super Cook (www.supercook.com)&lt;br /&gt;You tell the recipe engine what ingredients you have and it pulls up recipes with only those ingredients! Kinda fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across Dutch Babies, read the instructions; looked easy enough, turned on some Owl City and set to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1 cup &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/flour-64"&gt;all-purpose flour&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/8 teaspoon &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/salt-359"&gt;salt&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1 cup &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/milk-360"&gt;milk&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1 tablespoon &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/sugar-139"&gt;granulated sugar&lt;/a&gt; or     &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/honey-155"&gt;honey&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 4 &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/egg-142"&gt;eggs&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 4 tablespoons &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/butter-141"&gt;unsalted butter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an oven safe pan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an oven&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a mixing bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a fork (for mixing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Preheat your oven to 425 and while you're waiting mix the salt, milk and flour until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add the sugar and eggs one at a time until each is blended well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the oven is warm melt the butter in your pan and when the butter is melted pour in the batter.  Now you wait 25 min:&lt;br /&gt;I literally sat on my kitchen floor looking through the oven door as my Dutch Babies baked, I'm such a little kid!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Svh55gsomcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wtdJ_4QvwIw/s1600-h/Photo+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Svh55gsomcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wtdJ_4QvwIw/s400/Photo+176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402201781967559106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Svh553O0DsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/x6RjfwTTIVg/s1600-h/Photo+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Svh553O0DsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/x6RjfwTTIVg/s400/Photo+177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402201788016496322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they finished I quickly opened the oven door only to get a blast of heat to the face and had to wait for the fog on my glasses to clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Svh61JTLioI/AAAAAAAAAIU/f3kxe6BQ3Oo/s1600-h/Photo+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Svh61JTLioI/AAAAAAAAAIU/f3kxe6BQ3Oo/s400/Photo+178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402202806478932610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the result ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after adding a little syrup the vote is in: I will certainly make these again and Griff will get to taste them :)  plus they have the Carbs for quick energy and protein for muscle recovery (pretty much every meal includes chicken in one form or another for Griff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I would cook them for about 20 min and possibly use a smaller pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-981558023184485910?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/981558023184485910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=981558023184485910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/981558023184485910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/981558023184485910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/11/cooking-yay.html' title='Cooking! YAY!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Svh55gsomcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wtdJ_4QvwIw/s72-c/Photo+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-3221708872384803692</id><published>2009-09-22T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:02:16.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Details for those that would ask :)</title><content type='html'>So after that last post I realized that some of you may be really confused as to where Griff came from and all that stuff so I decided to tell you .... before you asked :) I'm great, I know ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griff and I went to school together from the time he moved to Utah from Cali when he was about 14.  I didn't really know him but I knew of him and always thought he was cute.  In high school he had a girlfriend and I had a 'boyfriend' but we had some classes together and had plenty of opportunities to talk.  We really got to know each other in our English class our senior year and dated a little after the year ended.  I really do mean a little, he left shortly after graduation for his mission and I think we went on a grand total of 4 dates.  We wrote back and forth for the two years that he was gone but he figured I'd be taken when he got back and I was scared to even consider dating him because he'd be so 'good' and I might not be at the same level. &lt;br /&gt;Well I was taken when he got home but things weren't working out in that relationship and when it ended Griff was right there.  We kept things simple at first, casual dates and hanging out for his birthday and then it accelerated like a rocket on it's way to the moon.  (ok i realize how cheese that must sound but that's the best analogy I could come up with on the spot) &lt;br /&gt;He's been teaching me Spanish and we read the scriptures in Spanish and English to help with the learning process.  During fall football camp he'd call before going to bed and we'd read together over the phone.  I love the little things we do together :)&lt;br /&gt;For a while he'd travel back and forth from Salt Lake so that we could do things and when I could I'd drive up to see him after practice.  I also got sick a few times and he'd come to see me and bring me medicine if we didn't have it, I loved the fact that every time he came he'd tell me how beautiful I was, I knew I didn't look good but it gave me one more reason to fall in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before we both knew that we would be getting married but we were both unsure if the other had an answer to that prayer yet.  I finally moved back to Salt Lake and three days later we came to the conclusion that we both received the same answer and were definitely going to get married.  Two days later classes started and my life became crazy! We talked to our families and set a date to be sealed in the Salt Lake Temple :) It became an official engagement on September 9th, 09/09/09. &lt;br /&gt;Now we're finishing up wedding plans/going crazy trying to make wedding plans and still pass our classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: God moves in mysterious ways; neither one of us thought we'd be getting married this soon but when it's right it's right and it's best not to fight it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;br /&gt;Soon to be Kylie Ann Robles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-3221708872384803692?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/3221708872384803692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=3221708872384803692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/3221708872384803692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/3221708872384803692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/09/details-for-those-that-would-ask.html' title='Details for those that would ask :)'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-1605334013186767450</id><published>2009-09-22T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:31:23.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry!!!!</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't said anything in forever!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SrklqhSTn2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/fgjC3cJ8JB8/s1600-h/MyPicture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SrklqhSTn2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/fgjC3cJ8JB8/s400/MyPicture-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384376241918025570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm engaged! (In case you didn't know) To the most wonderful man in the world might I add :) his name is Griffin Bowdrie Robles he's tall, dark and handsome.  He loves me and I love him, which makes this marriage the start of a "happily ever after" for eternity.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Srkl2aXz0uI/AAAAAAAAAH8/995K2UjPGPI/s1600-h/10418_1206620118921_1031216560_2245582_1314012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Srkl2aXz0uI/AAAAAAAAAH8/995K2UjPGPI/s400/10418_1206620118921_1031216560_2245582_1314012_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384376446220489442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-1605334013186767450?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/1605334013186767450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=1605334013186767450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/1605334013186767450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/1605334013186767450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry!!!!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SrklqhSTn2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/fgjC3cJ8JB8/s72-c/MyPicture-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-3835088957026899763</id><published>2009-07-04T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:11:59.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th of July and my favorite boy ever: Jack</title><content type='html'>So, today didn't go as originally planned but that's ok, life happens it's best not to fight it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been with little Jack all day and he's been a cute little addition to my day. We had put him down for a nap and mom had left to take care of some things at my brothers apartment ( I'll explain in a min).  He woke up screaming and was pointing around the guest bedroom/office I tried to figure out what was wrong but I couldn't so I did the next best thing and picked him and his goggy (Binky) and held him with me on the couch.  He was soon sleeping in my lap and we both got an hour nap in the front room. I loved having him close and snuggled in my arms, I can't wait to have kids of my own someday and I'm going to miss him terribly when he goes to Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;When he woke up for the second time he was crying and pointing again and we finally got it out of him that he wanted his mom, we showed him that her car was gone and that she wasn't there so he proceeded to point and cry.  I asked him where he wanted to go and he pointed down the hall, then down the front entry way, out the door, down the steps, down the driveway, to the neighbors, across the street and another house down.  It was funny to watch him as I would turn and ask "where now?" he'd think for a second and then give a full arm point in the direction of his choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah was also in a motorcycle accident today; I wasn't there but my dad was and thankfully there are no serious injuries.  I guess he flipped his bike and it landed on top of him. He's in a lot of pain and it took the hospital a few good hours getting all the scrapes cleaned out before he could go home.  I am truly thankful for friends, family and guardian angels.  Micah's has been working overtime and I can't wait for the day that I can meet him and thank him for keeping my brother in my life. I think it's about time that Micah gives him a break tho ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;~Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-3835088957026899763?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/3835088957026899763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=3835088957026899763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/3835088957026899763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/3835088957026899763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-and-my-favorite-boy-ever.html' title='The 4th of July and my favorite boy ever: Jack'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-3624561663936069504</id><published>2009-06-14T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:31:11.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a Nanny :)</title><content type='html'>Ok, so first off I love my kids and secondly I'd like to give every mother that has helped raise me and anyone else in this world a huge thank you, I don't know how you do it but you're amazing and I just thought I'd let you know (especially my mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to get some pictures up of the kids but that will have to wait till a time when I'm more awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-3624561663936069504?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/3624561663936069504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=3624561663936069504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/3624561663936069504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/3624561663936069504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-as-nanny.html' title='Life as a Nanny :)'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-5900832200141548831</id><published>2009-05-24T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:28:04.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last first date in SLC</title><content type='html'>Some of you may remember me talking about my first date with Kendall, some of you may not, that's not the important part. On February 7th I we went on our first date and well things went from there; I've loved every date and every chance I've had to spend time with him and appreciate it that much more now that I don't get to see him as often as I'd like. *In case you didn't know I moved home for the summer because of job circumstances*&lt;br /&gt;BUT, before I left Salt Lake Kendall took me out on one last date in the city; he practically recreated our first date to a T, down to times and everything minus some extra cuteness :) which I didn't object to in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date started at 7 with a trip to the store to get coconut milk to make curry, we opted out of the mango curry to make Shrimp, Asparagus, 5 Pepper curry which was amazing if I do say so myself.  When we headed to the park we were lacking the RC Helicopters that we had 3 months ago but instead revisited all the places we had gone the first time covering the memories and the awkwardness that were no longer there.  He even had his jacket for me (again) so I didn't freeze.  It was much warmer on this trip but I am the queen of being cold. After the park we went to 7-eleven to test our hot chocolate mixing skills and then made our way to the hospital parking for one of the prettiest views of the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was perfect and I loved that he remembered all of the little details. It's going to be a long summer but I know that every time I do get to see him I'll have fun and it'll be a date I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho I'm going to the zoo tomorrow! and I need to sleep so I have a chance of waking up tee hee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;~Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-5900832200141548831?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/5900832200141548831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=5900832200141548831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5900832200141548831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5900832200141548831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-first-date-in-slc.html' title='Last first date in SLC'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-4206833076869837118</id><published>2009-05-24T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:57:27.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup.... yup I'm really writing a blog about makeup.... wow</title><content type='html'>I find this slightly sad of myself; I feel like I can't go without makeup... I don't wear that much but I do wear some to even out my skin, get rid of bags and make my eyes look more open etc BUT I wasn't always this way. I spent the first 16 years of my life (thanks Mom) wearing no makeup at all, unless under the circumstance of a play/production, after that I spent the next 2 or so years wearing very little at all and mostly only mascara. In this last year I have started increasing the makeup I wear and getting a little more creative but still I am slightly bothered by this. &lt;br /&gt;Never in my life would I have imagined owning a case to hold my makeup! I now own one and can't fit it all inside due to my eyeshadow collection ( I've collected over 170 different colors which I love but is sick and wrong!) I'm always experimenting with eyeshadow 'designs' and 'patterns' seeing what I can come up with ranging from outright crazy (Leopard print) to natural matte's.&lt;br /&gt;For the most part I try to keep my makeup as close to natural as possible but the days that I don't wear makeup I feel a little uncomfortable and this is sad. It has helped to be doing yard work because there is no logical reason to wear makeup and I've started to feel comfortable in my skin but I'm not back to that yet and I think I need to be.  I may just ask one of you to hide my box and make me go 'au naturale'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random rant; Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;~Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-4206833076869837118?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/4206833076869837118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=4206833076869837118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/4206833076869837118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/4206833076869837118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/05/makeup-yup-im-really-writing-blog-about.html' title='Makeup.... yup I&apos;m really writing a blog about makeup.... wow'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-6015480669189280209</id><published>2009-05-19T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:47:18.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@ In ! Day!!!! or in other words 2 In 1 Day!!!! :D</title><content type='html'>I know I already posted today but I just wanted you all to know the minute details of my life, in other words I'm bored and exhausted which makes for a good time when someone need entertaining.... too bad I have no one to entertain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYwho, after working in the Peay's yard all day my foot was giving me more trouble than it's worth so I came home and washed off my tan ;) and then iced my foot while unpacking another box.  And now, the reason for this post; drum roll please...... I'm drinking hot chocolate! I think I spent most of the day in almost 90 degree weather in the sun and now I'm drinking hot chocolate.... something is seriously wrong with me!!! Or to be honest I'm just me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on getting a new phone so that I can talk to my boy while I'm home for the summer, it's been two days since I've seen him and I'm going nuts! I knew I would have a hard time with it but I didn't expect it to be this hard.  If any of you have some tips to help I'm all ears. And if you have any good/random questions I could ask him that would be good too, I'm trying to come up with a buch of questions to continue getting to know him while I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;~Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-6015480669189280209?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/6015480669189280209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=6015480669189280209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/6015480669189280209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/6015480669189280209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-day-or-in-other-words-2-in-1-day-d.html' title='@ In ! Day!!!! or in other words 2 In 1 Day!!!! :D'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-2087628616270645666</id><published>2009-05-19T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:01:39.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work work work.... I'm tired!!!</title><content type='html'>It's only my second day of work and not only do I look horrid but I'm exhausted. The kids are still in school so I'm doing yard work and not loving it but it pays so I'll bite my tongue and keep going.  Once the kids are out of school I'll be doing chores with them and then something fun after they've earned it. . . for the one family at least, I don't know exactly what the other family will have me do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heads up I guess for the girls and the falls trip....I may or may not be able to go like I thought; it's still in the works but I might be going to Arizona from July to the start of school to Nanny a family there.  As soon as I know I'll let you all know and hopefully I can go but if not we have to do something early so I can see you again before the summer is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is so short but like I said I'm exhausted and my brain is fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;~Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-2087628616270645666?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/2087628616270645666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=2087628616270645666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/2087628616270645666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/2087628616270645666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-work-work-im-tired.html' title='Work work work.... I&apos;m tired!!!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-3226895260431315203</id><published>2009-05-07T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:49:07.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY!!!! I am now A successful D. I. Y. er! :D</title><content type='html'>So I have ton's of tees that just don't fit, but I have little connections to all of them and can't stand the thought of getting rid of them and letting someone buy it at DI, what if I saw someone wearing one of the shirts I painted.... awkward! So I decided to take matters into my own hands and do some re-sizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with this an over sized boxy shirt and one that fit me perfectly, pinned them together and traced the smaller shirt. I then pinned and cut the larger shirt to the new patterns and did the same for the sleeves. Once I attached the sleeves I moved on to the side seams and finished her up :) oh and I did all the sewing by hand. It took about 4 hours and I now know how to do it. I suspect that it'll only get better with each one and once I bring my sewing machine up to Salt Lake it'll only take me about 30 min at most to finish each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of things I want to make with all of my old shirts and a couple of revamp projects too :D I'll let you know how they go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;~Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-3226895260431315203?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/3226895260431315203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=3226895260431315203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/3226895260431315203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/3226895260431315203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/05/diy-i-am-now-successful-d-i-y-er-d.html' title='DIY!!!! I am now A successful D. I. Y. er! :D'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-2496594086877217846</id><published>2009-05-04T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:41:40.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First comes Exercise then comes Marriage!!! .... wait WHAT!?! that's not what I meant, I meant to say Eating Healthy! :)</title><content type='html'>I wasn't paying attention and that's what happened to the title. I'm not engaged so stop freaking out ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYways, I decided that if I was going to run a marathon or even a 5K for that matter I would need to stop eating Ramen, or at least eat it less,&lt;br /&gt;**Mom, Dad, I heard that gasp, I know you never thought your daughter would fall into the college trap but I did and yeah, I like it (I bought A whole case of it a while back BUT it's ok because I got it for 14c a package)**&lt;br /&gt;and go back to my healthy eating habits from home.  So I made a list of things I needed and wanted and went to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever paid attention to the layout of a store? First they have the bulk items right inside the door for all the food storage junkies and then they have the friendly reminders for men (flowers and big signs reminding you that it is in fact mothers day this Sunday). After that they normally have something to tempt you, things like cookies, doughnuts, other things you really don't need but taste OH SO GOOD!!! But, if you're strong enough to make it past all that you get to the best part of the store, the outside ring.  The outside is were you can find all the essentials, Vegetables, Fruits, Meats, Dairy and most of the time Bread/grains.  Picture the food pyramid or look at the more recent food diagram, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Sf9Yc9guXcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/i3VYnecJAyY/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Sf9Yc9guXcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/i3VYnecJAyY/s400/Picture+17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332077738401357250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you can satisfy all of those needs without spending an hour going up and down the inside isles! Notice sugars/candy/sweets/fats aren't listed as a seperate need, you can get the healthy sugars from your fruits and fats from your dairy and meats so you don't need the candy bar although I will admit that they are good every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When picking breads/grains go WHOLE WHEAT, if you can't decided what to get look at the ingredients, if it says Enriched Flour or Enriched anything put it back, those nutrients aren't naturally there, which means that it's synthetic AND synthetic is practially pre digested food. It does your body no good.  If you find two good types of bread, go with the heaver of the two, not only is it more filling but it's not fluff it's real whole wheat bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't forget your greens, fiber is essential for proper function of your body, if you can't stand them plain sure, add a little dressing or dip but take it easy and try to get a tofu dip or at least one low in fat. Salads are great too, you may be suprised at the assortment of flavors you can find with just vegetables, add some cheese and an assortment of nuts ( my favorites are Flax, Sesame, Sunflower, and Pumpkin seeds and you can't forget the Almonds :) ) Did you know that fresh lemon juice makes a great dressing AND when you put pumpkin seeds with it it kinda tastes like bacon... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruits! I love fruit! Natural sugars that wake you up and keep you going!  One of my favorite breakfasts is Bananas, Strawberries, plain yougurt, granola, and flax seeds.  It's filling but not heavy so when I'm having a hard time waking up this gives me the boost I need and doesn't make me feel tired or groggy.   Apples also make a perfect snack, when put with cheese (I always use string cheese because it's easier to pack) and almonds you have Sugar, Protien, healthy Fats and carbs, it'll give you the boost you need while getting rid of your hunger and it's light so it WONT make you tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With meats just go lean, don't get me wrong it may sound like I'm saying 'don't eat fat!' but I'm not. Cutting all fats from your diet could actually kill you.  You need fat but get it in healthy ways not from the pre digested potato chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you go to the store start on the outside, get your Grains, vegetables, Fruits, Meats, and Dairy.  Then venture to the isles for canned goods and other things like jam, peanut butter, or whatever you may need for cooking but by this time you should have what you need and the other things are not only much more expensive but they're not as pleasing and your cart or basket may already be full or at least should be ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent a little under $40 and I brought home tons of stuff! Not just a few bags full of cereal and pop tarts, I brought home real food! Good, healthy, and might I add happy foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've probably bored you to tears by now and you probably already noticed this about the grocery store but I was excited that in one trip around the outside of the store I got everything on my list and for a good price too.  Now with that I'm going running :) Day one of my 8 week 5K program, wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;~Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-2496594086877217846?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/2496594086877217846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=2496594086877217846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/2496594086877217846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/2496594086877217846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-comes-exercise-then-comes.html' title='First comes Exercise then comes Marriage!!! .... wait WHAT!?! that&apos;s not what I meant, I meant to say Eating Healthy! :)'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Sf9Yc9guXcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/i3VYnecJAyY/s72-c/Picture+17.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-3988435883804826178</id><published>2009-04-28T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:49:32.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube!!!</title><content type='html'>I received a call from my daddy earlier today and he was all excited about how many views I had on my youtube videos so I thought I'd share the update;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My highest watched video has over 36,000 views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I've had over 135,800 views collectively.  I only have 25 videos so this comes out to around 5,400 views per video, obviously some are well over that and some are well under but still I think it's a huge number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today I have 571 subscribers and 153 'friends'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited by this and I never thought it would be possible to see that many views. I'd love to see more and I love watching the views grow, I love knowing that someone is listening to my music and apparently someone likes it too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways enough with the random facts about my youtube channel.&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-3988435883804826178?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/3988435883804826178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=3988435883804826178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/3988435883804826178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/3988435883804826178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/04/youtube.html' title='Youtube!!!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-9197314253024582323</id><published>2009-04-24T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:07:18.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BANANA BREAD!!!</title><content type='html'>So I made my first ever loaf of banana bread and it looks pretty bad but it tastes amazing! The hardest part is waiting for it to cook lol! It takes an hour! way too long for me but totally worth it in the end because I am now enjoying warm, tasty, banana bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps If you want the recipe it's&lt;br /&gt;1 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. oil&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. bananas (it's like 2 really over ripe bananas, I only had one good sized one and it worked just fine)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mash bananas and mix with first 3 ingredients&lt;br /&gt;in a separate bowl mix last 3 ingredients and slowly add to banana mixture.&lt;br /&gt;bake at 350 for about an hour, bread should have a dark crust.... a really dark crust and you should be able to insert a knife and pull it out clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it cool, slice and serve! or devour on your own ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-9197314253024582323?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/9197314253024582323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=9197314253024582323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/9197314253024582323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/9197314253024582323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/04/banana-bread.html' title='BANANA BREAD!!!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-1472621555993064827</id><published>2009-04-23T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:55:24.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmm........</title><content type='html'>I had something very important to tell you all and I can't remember quite what it was.... I knew I should have posted it when I was thinking about it.... darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways life is good!&lt;br /&gt;Denise is the funnest roommate ever and I love our little chats and the time we spend together.  I encourage her to finish her papers and she encourages me to start mine tee hee :P&lt;br /&gt;Inauguration for ASUU is next week and I'm kinda excited but kinda bummed too because that means I have to start going to meetings and I like being a free kid.&lt;br /&gt;I will be completely finished with this semester next Wednesday and I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;My fish is still alive but I really need to clean his bowl again.&lt;br /&gt;"you know you've gotta help me out" All These Things I've Done by The Killers&lt;br /&gt;Things are going great with Kendall&lt;br /&gt;I finally got most of the crap off of my bed so I can actually sleep comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;I wore a skirt all day today because it was that beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Elder D. Todd Christofferson at the temple today .... well I think I was him and I got stuck in the dressing room because of Elder Hales so that was kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;I just looked up and realized that my closet is really messy.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 5pm and I haven't finished my paper... I'm not even half way done and I thought I'd be done by now so I need to get back to that but I think I'll stumble for like 10 min first haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-1472621555993064827?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/1472621555993064827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=1472621555993064827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/1472621555993064827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/1472621555993064827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmm........'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-5740659467511434339</id><published>2009-04-18T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:03:34.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday I will</title><content type='html'>I was frustrated this morning when I woke up to people yelling/screaming/cheering and police sirens going off.  I thought that maybe my crazy neighbors were getting arrested finally for all the noise they cause but alas it was only the marathon.  I decided to grab my camera and get some pictures since I wouldn't be able to sleep while this was going and ran... haha ok I didn't run I walked very slowly out to the street and got some shoots, none of them inspiring themselves but eh, I recorded the moment.  I was watching them run a little more and I'll be honest I almost started crying, well, I actually did cry. &lt;br /&gt;This was so inspiring to me, to see people running to run, running to prove they could, running for someone who no longer could or would never be able to.  Even though it was a temporary thing not being able to run or do sone of ththose many simple things after my surgery felt awful.  I would see people running in the park, biking, jumping, climbing, hiking.... I couldn't do any of it and I hated it! I felt so alone and outcasted all of the time. I wanted to jump and cheer when things went well in elections at school but I couldn't, I wanted to feel my heartbeat pounding and hear it in my ears but I didn't know when that would be, some of the littlest things really got to me.&lt;br /&gt;I can run now and I'm getting back to where I used to be a little at a time and it feels great, I feel more alive.  Someday I want to run for someone who can't, someday I will run for my grandmothers' battle with MS.  Someday I want to run simply because I can!  Someday I want to prove to myself that I can and someday I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-5740659467511434339?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/5740659467511434339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=5740659467511434339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5740659467511434339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5740659467511434339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/04/someday-i-will.html' title='Someday I will'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-3123293674765529716</id><published>2009-04-08T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:51:17.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More photos!</title><content type='html'>I've fallen In love with Black and White photography and these two are from my latest project :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Sd1hUWmLwUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/T4wSfpugmDQ/s1600-h/8A_BairdK_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Sd1hUWmLwUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/T4wSfpugmDQ/s400/8A_BairdK_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322517336912806210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Capo'd Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Sd1hUBbUbPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OSg-Vexo5cQ/s1600-h/Climbing_Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Sd1hUBbUbPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OSg-Vexo5cQ/s400/Climbing_Hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322517331230092530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Climbing Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes while looking out the window I'll see little things that make me want to jump off the bus to capture it but I've never really gotten images that I've setup and designed from the beginning so it was fun to get some shots in my 'studio' AKA my kitchen table with my black shirts draped around using the window light and directing it through the blinds or turning my subject, high tech, I know ;). Either way I've been having a lot of fun and well I'm starting to develop a passion for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my love I hope you're all having a fabulous day!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-3123293674765529716?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/3123293674765529716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=3123293674765529716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/3123293674765529716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/3123293674765529716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-photos.html' title='More photos!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Sd1hUWmLwUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/T4wSfpugmDQ/s72-c/8A_BairdK_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-5575247245463683152</id><published>2009-03-31T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:21:14.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moab Pictures :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLOJqto07I/AAAAAAAAAHU/XpR7lBtrSB0/s1600-h/DSCF0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLOJqto07I/AAAAAAAAAHU/XpR7lBtrSB0/s400/DSCF0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319540775357830066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa's Corral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLOJQit4GI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yQb2dVue8Qw/s1600-h/DSCF0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLOJQit4GI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yQb2dVue8Qw/s400/DSCF0755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319540768332701794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the cabin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLOJYZCSWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/f9mvuKafqnQ/s1600-h/DSCF0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLOJYZCSWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/f9mvuKafqnQ/s400/DSCF0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319540770439580002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upper Left Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLOIkYCnbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P2kB9AQpRjI/s1600-h/DSCF0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLOIkYCnbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P2kB9AQpRjI/s400/DSCF0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319540756476763570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left Hand Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLNhActNiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/D1FkU5Daix4/s1600-h/DSCF0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLNhActNiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/D1FkU5Daix4/s400/DSCF0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319540076817757730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The infamous little plant that I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLNg31j33I/AAAAAAAAAGs/c-zW31SEu6s/s1600-h/DSCF0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLNg31j33I/AAAAAAAAAGs/c-zW31SEu6s/s400/DSCF0716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319540074506084210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left Hand Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLNgiexjmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/90FzuV74ZS4/s1600-h/DSCF0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLNgiexjmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/90FzuV74ZS4/s400/DSCF0714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319540068773367394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture from our river drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLNgex3WTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/No4bcl-mb1M/s1600-h/DSCF0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLNgex3WTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/No4bcl-mb1M/s400/DSCF0696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319540067779696946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A tree on top of Cable Arch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLNgBbTnhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/03OC8rDpIDo/s1600-h/DSCF0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLNgBbTnhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/03OC8rDpIDo/s400/DSCF0682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319540059900452370" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Dead Horse Point @ sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLMggkSN3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/iJ1i7suQ-JE/s1600-h/DSCF0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLMggkSN3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/iJ1i7suQ-JE/s400/DSCF0652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319538968747980658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLMgKrVp1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/BaSXplAEc_A/s1600-h/DSCF0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLMgKrVp1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/BaSXplAEc_A/s400/DSCF0639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319538962871986002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yucca Plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLMf62eW9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/nGaGavOfaG4/s1600-h/DSCF0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLMf62eW9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/nGaGavOfaG4/s400/DSCF0632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319538958623726546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLMfbrluQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EB2d_TtyE3k/s1600-h/DSCF0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLMfbrluQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EB2d_TtyE3k/s400/DSCF0613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319538950256572674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dead Horse Point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLMexZdrlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yibZ90e7nkk/s1600-h/DSCF0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLMexZdrlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yibZ90e7nkk/s400/DSCF0712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319538938906259026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least the reason I went to Moab in the first place :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-5575247245463683152?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/5575247245463683152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=5575247245463683152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5575247245463683152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5575247245463683152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/03/moab-pictures-d.html' title='Moab Pictures :D'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SdLOJqto07I/AAAAAAAAAHU/XpR7lBtrSB0/s72-c/DSCF0760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-7079772992312032653</id><published>2009-03-31T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:01:33.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged.... here goes :)</title><content type='html'>1. What is your occupation right now? I am a full time student and girlfriend :) I'm almost a phlebotomist tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color are your socks right now? plain white ankle socks thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? Coheed and Cambria Radio on Pandora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing that you ate? Bacon and Bean soup, celery and PB, with ritz crakers and cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you drive a stick shift? Yes, I can :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like the person who sent this to you?  Yes, I love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How old are you today? 19 and 1/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV? Probably football but I'd rather be in the stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite drink? lemonade or water... water mostly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite food? Don't have one... I just like food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the last movie you watched? Seven Pounds..... nope I just watched Kung Fu Panda again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite day of the year? Every day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How do you vent anger? By listening to or making music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was your favorite toy as a child? I really liked ... the pool. Not a toy, I know, but I still loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite season? I like them all for their own reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Cherries or Blueberries? Cherries straight off the tree I'm not big on blueberries, they make me gag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back? I wouldn't send them an email if I didn't want an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who is the most likely to respond? Depends on how long they have to respond haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is least likely to respond? Me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Living arrangements? A house (duplex on the bills) with two other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.. When was the last time you cried? Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is on the floor of your closet? Shoes and boxes and clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What did you do last night? Homework and phlebotomy. I can use a butterfly needle now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What are you most afraid? failure in anything and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburger? cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite dog breed? German Shepherds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite day of the week? I love everyday but Sun, Mon, Tues, Thurs, Fri, and Sat tend to be the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How many states have you lived in? 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Diamonds or pearls? they're both pretty but I am more likely to wear diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your favorite flower? wild flowers, anything bright, no carnations tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Biggest news in the last little while to hit your house? SOMEONE ISN'T PAYING THE BILLS AND OUR GAS AND WATER ALMOST GOT SHUT OFF!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-7079772992312032653?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/7079772992312032653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=7079772992312032653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/7079772992312032653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/7079772992312032653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-tagged-here-goes.html' title='I got tagged.... here goes :)'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-6129365830012762050</id><published>2009-02-15T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:00:02.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama!</title><content type='html'>There are some people that like to cause drama, I am so sick of this ish!&lt;br /&gt;There's my vent for the week, k I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and PS happy Valentines day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-6129365830012762050?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/6129365830012762050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=6129365830012762050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/6129365830012762050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/6129365830012762050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/02/drama.html' title='Drama!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-4794290521246326046</id><published>2009-02-08T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:07:00.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we GOOOOOOO!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I think I am the master of odd food combination's. Yup, the master. I'm eating cheese and drinking hot chocolate.... yeah, it sounds really gross to me too but I opened my fridge and really wanted cheese and then I saw my mug and really wanted hot chocolate so I gave into myself and had both. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see.... what's new you ask? Couldn't tell ya, sorry. hehe Just kidding I can tell you all sorts of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;I got my cast off about a week and a half ago and my foot is starting to look normal.  I'm getting walking down and hopefully I'll be able to start running again sometime soon, I totally miss running and it gets worse every day because I live right by a park with a nice track :( No worries tho, I'm finding ways to stay positive and putting my focus on school and music since I can't do much else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I tell you about..... oh, I got a new phone and it's smaller than my old one :D I love small phones, they're easy to hide tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photography class is really hard but it's pretty fun too, I'm getting some great shots but I'm really annoyed with the professor and her negative attitude about 'point and shoot' cameras. I wanna walk out half of the time because it seems that's all she wants to talk about... that or white balance, sometimes people like the blue or amber tones in their photos, ever think of that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I can tell you lots from this week so here goes;&lt;br /&gt;Micah came up and we went to the Gymnastics meet, TONS of fun! Pretty much I just love my brother.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to spend a lot of time with Ky lately because of school but being the girl that I am I was positive it had something to do with me, I mean I offered to buy him dinner and it was like pulling teeth! Weird! So I asked him about it and he said something to the effect of bla bla bla I value our friendship bla bla bla.   So needless to say we're friends.  So I was getting kinda bumbed about that when the chance to run for ASUU (student government) came up. I took the position and I will be running as an Assembly canidate with the wicked sweet party of Synergy! yay for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;~Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-4794290521246326046?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/4794290521246326046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=4794290521246326046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/4794290521246326046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/4794290521246326046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-we-gooooooo.html' title='Here we GOOOOOOO!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-2747505679409349801</id><published>2008-12-27T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:39:41.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...foot surgery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVZ0RZiAmdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ChvLu8kCY3Q/s1600-h/DSCF0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVZ0RZiAmdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ChvLu8kCY3Q/s400/DSCF0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284539055025986002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the day after my surgery... not bad eh?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVZ0Q8BfxjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PtdTPqgpfjk/s1600-h/DSCF0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVZ0Q8BfxjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PtdTPqgpfjk/s400/DSCF0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284539047104988722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cast... it's a lot longer than I thought it would be and it weighs a ton! I almost got it red and black striped but Dr. Rogers said I'd look like a candy cane so we just did black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVZzTNljyuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/H5fWyDk4NA8/s1600-h/DSCF0113.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVZzTNljyuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/H5fWyDk4NA8/s400/DSCF0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284537986667760354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like 30 min after surgery. Yeah they had me pretty drugged lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVZzSUTwh4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/O5OKfPsi-d4/s1600-h/DSCF0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVZzSUTwh4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/O5OKfPsi-d4/s400/DSCF0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284537971292276610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before surgery watching the Utah vs UNLV game... It was a rerun but I was still enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVZzR4yIVfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DKsU12hnYT8/s1600-h/DSCF0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVZzR4yIVfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DKsU12hnYT8/s400/DSCF0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284537963903473138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The doctor drew on my foot to explain what he was going to do, the left side got a pie shape taken out and a wire to straighten the bone the right side got two screws and some bone taken out to straighten my toe and the bone.  The extra bumps on each side were also removed if I understand correctly. The lines also represent the incision lines, Dr. Rogers said you shouldn't even see the incision lines once it's healed tho so we'll see when the cast comes off in four or five weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVZzRGFWQVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7tFXHYhf5LA/s1600-h/DSCF0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVZzRGFWQVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7tFXHYhf5LA/s400/DSCF0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284537950293868882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surgery prep. The nurse was pretty cool and gave me red bandages to match my school colors haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-2747505679409349801?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/2747505679409349801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=2747505679409349801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/2747505679409349801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/2747505679409349801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/12/foot-surgery.html' title='...foot surgery...'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVZ0RZiAmdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ChvLu8kCY3Q/s72-c/DSCF0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-7439835027851836909</id><published>2008-12-25T10:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:02:41.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;I am loving every minute of this day and wanted to share with you the view from my window, no more dreaming of a white Christmas... it's here!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVPXLpIIu9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/O4aMru65yG0/s1600-h/DSCF0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVPXLpIIu9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/O4aMru65yG0/s400/DSCF0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283803382854237138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-7439835027851836909?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/7439835027851836909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=7439835027851836909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/7439835027851836909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/7439835027851836909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVPXLpIIu9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/O4aMru65yG0/s72-c/DSCF0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-4825832625295734039</id><published>2008-12-23T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:36:16.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am who I am.</title><content type='html'>If someone asked me why I believed what I do I would be happy to tell them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly before I turned two a very special person came into my life. Nathan Scott Baird was born, he had severe heart problems and in fact wasn't given more than two months to live.  Throughout his life he went through more things then I can even begin to imagine, he was closer to God than I can ever hope to be.  He always said thank you to the doctors and nurses that gave him shots or ran tests, through tears even.  I can't remember a day that he wasn't smiling even when confined at home due to sickness.  There wasn't a life that came in contact with him that he didn't touch.  Nathan always loved fire trucks and had always dreamed of being a fireman, one day he got his chance.  Some friends had decided to take him to a station and had worked out  a tour and the opportunity to sit in the trucks and look around, when they got to the station it was discovered that they had gone to the wrong one and they knew nothing about the tour or the little boy standing in the reception area but a fireman decided he needed to show him around anyways.  Not much longer after that the station had an old helmet restored and painted with Captain Nathan and designated truck #3 to be his truck.  I can't remember how many times we got to go see the trucks and you can bet that Nathan knew all the sirens and he had his favorites too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan lived to see his seventh birthday on November 15, 1998 and only 25 days later on December 10 he passed away at home with family by his side.  His last request had been to see a dear friend, he was seven and already thinking of others.  Shortly before becoming sick and prior to his death he had taken the time to explain to his classmates that death wasn't the end, he would be ok, he'd get a good heart and he'd never be sick again.  Only a few short weeks later his classmates would be able to comfort their teacher and in turn my family and me.  He was treated as an honorary fireman and the streets were lined with police and the trucks draped in black, with sirens and lights we made our way to his resting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan taught me so much about life, love, happyness, faith and God.  I have been given a wonderful life with people that love me more than I know.  Happyness is what you make it, a smile can change someone's life.  And I have faith in a loving Heavenly Father that didn't take a little boy from this earth but gave this earth a little boy for seven years and twenty five days and allowed him to touch lives for a lifetime.  I believe that this loving Father has a plan for each one of us and wants us home with him when our time is through.  I know that should I follow his plan for me I will get to be with Nathan again, I will have my family around me for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas season may always be hard but my faith in God alows me to stand strong and my guardian angel gives me a reason to smile.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVHI7w9MWNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Yb9jx5_dVVI/s1600-h/SSPX0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVHI7w9MWNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Yb9jx5_dVVI/s400/SSPX0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283224766961703122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kylie Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-4825832625295734039?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/4825832625295734039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=4825832625295734039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/4825832625295734039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/4825832625295734039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-i-am-who-i-am.html' title='Why I am who I am.'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SVHI7w9MWNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Yb9jx5_dVVI/s72-c/SSPX0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-8349423975619843518</id><published>2008-12-18T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:56:22.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La De Dah! De De Dum! HAHA!</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting in my office, a.k.a. on my bed, drinking coffee, a.k.a an interesting blend of french vanilla and milk chocolate hot chocolate, preparing to write about the worlds mysteries, a.k.a I can't sleep.  I have a song stuck in my head, I need to clean my fish tank, I really should do laundry, should probably shave my legs again (no real reason just did like two days ago but it sounded like a good idea), I want to make my bed (which makes no sense since I should be going to bed pretty soon anyways), the way my towel is hanging is bothering me, I left my spoon in the sink and now I need it, the order of my shirts in my closet seems really off and my shorts look funny.  Not to mention after all that I'm pretty sure I've officially written the longest sentence of my life! AND five minutes ago none of this was bothering me in the slightest.  I guess it's just one of those nights.&lt;br /&gt;I talked with fish for almost an hour and a half today woot!&lt;br /&gt;My oven worked over my cookies for Ky but I already told him I made him some so I can't just hide them.&lt;br /&gt;I feel dizzy..... I haven't moved so pretty sure I can't blame it on spinning in my chair or something.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have a chair.&lt;br /&gt;I have no desire to either finish my hot chocolate or dump it out so I'll just keep drinking it.&lt;br /&gt;Someone just opened the front door.&lt;br /&gt;Ky hasn't answered me in over an hour and he was supposed to come see me today.&lt;br /&gt;The person that opened the door is walking up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Denise is the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing all of this as it comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a plan for writing this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my neighbors are still yelling about something or other.&lt;br /&gt;I thought they were getting arrested but alas it was only the tow truck.&lt;br /&gt;That cars' music was incredibly loud.&lt;br /&gt;Au Naturale the modern eatery has really good food, kinda pricey tho.&lt;br /&gt;Denise is already asleep and she's been home for less than ten minutes.... nice to see you too question mark.&lt;br /&gt;The "Draft autosaved at 10:28" and it's only 10:26.&lt;br /&gt;I'm purposely hitting enter after every thought hoping someone finds it annoying. ha!&lt;br /&gt;My fingernails are painted with blue sparkles ( I look like a little girl after a craft party) and my toes are black (like a punk rocker but you can't see them so a secret punk rocker).&lt;br /&gt;I just typed that last line while slowly body rolling my head and neck repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much the coolest person I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I need to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my head when it's not functioning correctly. :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have yet to be able to create shapes/animals out of the textures on the ceiling which bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;I've almost finished my hot chocolate and I realized I would have to take it back downstairs which sounds awful because I just took my socks off and the tile is really cold.&lt;br /&gt;I bought face cleaner today and I'm excited to use it but I think I'll start using it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I only have 1...2...3 pictures in my room currently and I find that sad.&lt;br /&gt;Ky still hasn't answered me and I really wanted to give him his present today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just realized I could change my font!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they all look the same and I couldn't figure out which one it was so I had to copy and paste this line after the previous font to get the old font back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda mad I couldn't really change my font to cool stuff like selfish (which is a really cool font if you haven't heard of it I really like it but there's no real legitimate reason to use it).&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors are playing their music really loud.&lt;br /&gt;and finally my eyes are starting to droop which means I can go to sleep! yay for me (said like eeyore).&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to bed now, Sweet dreams dear reader .....tee hee&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Keyliegh Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-8349423975619843518?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/8349423975619843518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=8349423975619843518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/8349423975619843518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/8349423975619843518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/12/la-de-dah-de-de-dum-haha.html' title='La De Dah! De De Dum! HAHA!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-7640168709108934453</id><published>2008-12-16T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:20:03.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My neighbors need therapy!</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't had the privilege of meeting my neighbors but I'm not sure I want to... sounds rude I know any ways here's why.&lt;br /&gt;After spending two hours scrubbing the two bathrooms in my house (they were bad.... still are bad and mom I need some pointers because I can't get the ring out of the toilet EW!) I think my next project after getting the vacuum(s) to work is the floorboards, I'll need a bowl of cleaner and probably another two hours or more. I vacuumed as much as I could but the vacuum is not working well but it did make the stairs took better.  The shower is looking much better but I think the only real solution is to take out the grime encrusted caulk and redo it. I'd also like to take the doors off and be able to really clean the track but I'm not sure about doing that right now.  Anyways after all that I was tired and to be honest pretty upset, I don't know how it gets this bad, so I laid down to take a nap and then my neighbor decides to leave but he has to let the whole world know about it. He yells goodbye and then honks repeatedly for a while GAH! I wanted to throw a rock through his windsheild! Then eventually two of them are fighting between the houses, she's huggin on him and he doesn't want anything to do with it he's saying 'get offa me!' and 'I don't wanna see you!'....'I'm gonna kill you!'  and she's cooing back (while stroking his head...? WEIRD yeah, they're crazy!) 'baby it's ok' ....'yes you do'..... 'I'm here' and all that jazz and I'm thinking lady, he really doesn't want to see you, get over it and then turning to him and thinking; dude, you don't really wanna kill her but I get it, she really is annoying, I don't want her around either.  Finally he gets in his car and leaves and she's still cooing crap. &lt;br /&gt;I was going to say finally! Peace and quiet! but no, he's yelling about something again.  Oh well, such is life and to every good thing there is a bad counterpart I'm still happy just antisocial when it comes to the neighbors haha!&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Keyliegh Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-7640168709108934453?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/7640168709108934453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=7640168709108934453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/7640168709108934453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/7640168709108934453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-neighbors-need-therapy.html' title='My neighbors need therapy!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-7477116998609592197</id><published>2008-11-26T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:27:04.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Moved!....&amp;...Write in My Journal....</title><content type='html'>So, I moved.... haha! To make a long story short I got fired and had to move out of the dorms to save money, it all happened pretty fast so I'm temporarily living with the Hansen Brothers :D they're awesome!&lt;br /&gt;ANYways, "Write in My Journal"&lt;br /&gt;Today I met Dee, I see him every Monday, Wednesday and Friday while waiting for the bus to get to school. He wears a jean hat the reminds me of Gilligan's Island and always carries a jean bag with his lunch. I've talked to him a couple of times but there is something in the first time you shake hands and exchange names that makes it official.  Dee is a talented writer and artist and has a great love for his family, especially his two grandsons.  We were talking today and we got on the topic of books and we talked about different books, how books used to be bound, how society has changed with technology and fallen away from books and well tons of other stuff on books (the bus didn't show up and the next bus was late so we had quite a while to talk).  I also found out that we both have problems with our right kidney and have had them since 1990 (the year I was born and the year his failed).  When the bus finally got there I asked Dee if he would write in my journal and he asked what to write, I told him to write whatever he wanted to and this is what he wrote:&lt;br /&gt;To Kylie, my best poem;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SS14j26ID8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/L1qhsyPfdvY/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SS14j26ID8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/L1qhsyPfdvY/s400/MyPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273003296150785986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your sight goes with me&lt;br /&gt;in my mind&lt;br /&gt;As leaves of incense&lt;br /&gt;intertwined.&lt;br /&gt;      -&lt;br /&gt;we are as one together&lt;br /&gt;in the earth;&lt;br /&gt;The guiding fingers&lt;br /&gt;of many&lt;br /&gt;made our birth.&lt;br /&gt;    -&lt;br /&gt;I dream a simple pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;you and I, alive.&lt;br /&gt;From this all songs&lt;br /&gt;Derive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Mornsong Round&lt;br /&gt;May 1982&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's backwards but I can't figure out how to fix it... when I do I'll change it haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-7477116998609592197?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/7477116998609592197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=7477116998609592197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/7477116998609592197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/7477116998609592197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-moved-in-my-journal.html' title='I Moved!....&amp;...Write in My Journal....'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SS14j26ID8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/L1qhsyPfdvY/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-5367492431736602314</id><published>2008-11-05T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:50:45.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dawn of a new day</title><content type='html'>We all had the great opportunity to be part of history last night as Obama was elected President.  Following the elections from day one it was pretty clear cut (or it was to me) that Obama would be the next president and I am excited to see the progress in store for our country.&lt;br /&gt; If you didn't get to hear his acceptance speech you should read it.  I found it moving, powerful, and full of hope for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different; that their voice could be that difference.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled - Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been a collection of Red States and &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_1"&gt;Blue States&lt;/span&gt;: we are, and always will be, the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received a very gracious call from &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_2"&gt;Senator McCain&lt;/span&gt;.  He fought long and hard in this campaign, and he's fought even longer and harder for the country he loves.  He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine, and we are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader.  I congratulate him and Governor Palin for all they have achieved, and I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on that train home to Delaware, the Vice President-elect of the United States, &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_3"&gt;Joe Biden&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last sixteen years, the rock of our family and the love of my life, our nation's next &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_4"&gt;First Lady&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_5"&gt;Michelle Obama&lt;/span&gt;.  Sasha and Malia, I love you both so much, and you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us to the White House.  And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother is watching, along with the family that made me who I am.  I miss them tonight, and know that my debt to them is beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_6"&gt;campaign manager David Plouffe&lt;/span&gt;, my chief strategist &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_7"&gt;David Axelrod&lt;/span&gt;, and the best campaign team ever assembled in the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_8"&gt;history of politics&lt;/span&gt; - you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to - it belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements.  Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington - it began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give five dollars and ten dollars and twenty dollars to this cause.  It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy; who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep; from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on the doors of perfect strangers; from the millions of Americans who volunteered, and organized, and proved that more than two centuries later, a government of the people, by the people and for the people has not perished from this Earth.  This is your victory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you didn't do this just to win an election and I know you didn't do it for me.  You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead.  For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime - two wars, a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_9"&gt;planet in peril&lt;/span&gt;, the worst financial crisis in a century.  Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_10"&gt;Afghanistan&lt;/span&gt; to risk their lives for us.  There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after their children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage, or pay their doctor's bills, or save enough for college. There is new energy to harness and new jobs to be created; new schools to build and threats to meet and alliances to repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road ahead will be long.  Our climb will be steep.  We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America - I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there.  I promise you - we as a people will get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be setbacks and false starts.  There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as President, and we know that government can't solve every problem.  But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face.  I will listen to you, especially when we disagree.  And above all, I will ask you join in the work of remaking this nation the only way it's been done in America for two-hundred and twenty-one years - block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What began twenty-one months ago in the depths of winter must not end on this autumn night. This victory alone is not the change we seek - it is only the chance for us to make that change.  And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were.  It cannot happen without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other.  Let us remember that if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_11"&gt;Wall Street&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_12"&gt;Main Street&lt;/span&gt; suffers - in this country, we rise or fall as one nation; as one people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long.  Let us remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_13"&gt;Republican Party&lt;/span&gt; to the White House - a party founded on the values of self-reliance, individual liberty, and national unity. Those are values we all share, and while the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_14"&gt;Democratic Party&lt;/span&gt; has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress.  As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, "We are not enemies, but friends...though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection." And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn - I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your President too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of our world - our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand.  To those who would tear this world down - we will defeat you.  To those who seek peace and security - we support you.  And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright - tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from our the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity, and unyielding hope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that is the &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_15"&gt;true genius of America&lt;/span&gt; - that America can change.  Our union can be perfected.  And what we have already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations.  But one that's on my mind tonight is about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta.  She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing - Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons - because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America - the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed:  Yes we can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot.  Yes we can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_16"&gt;New Deal&lt;/span&gt;, new jobs and a new sense of common purpose.  Yes we can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved.  Yes we can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_17"&gt;We Shall Overcome&lt;/span&gt;."  Yes we can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination.  And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change.  Yes we can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, we have come so far.  We have seen so much.  But there is so much more to do.  So tonight, let us ask ourselves - if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see?  What progress will we have made? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our chance to answer that call.  This is our moment.  This is our time - to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225873753_18"&gt;American Dream&lt;/span&gt; and reaffirm that fundamental truth - that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes We Can.  Thank you, God bless you, and may God Bless the United States of America."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-5367492431736602314?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/5367492431736602314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=5367492431736602314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5367492431736602314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5367492431736602314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/11/dawn-of-new-day.html' title='The dawn of a new day'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-9176843617258585709</id><published>2008-11-03T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:44:14.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures!</title><content type='html'>So if you've been on facebook you've probably seen some of my family pictures from this year they turned out really good and I love them! I had something else to say but I forgot in the time it took me to remember my password haha!&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't seen the pictures here are a few:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQ9GS-H-KoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NiPjNo4cMEQ/s1600-h/Picture+19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQ9GS-H-KoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NiPjNo4cMEQ/s400/Picture+19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264503781147421314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQ9F2sp3r8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Z4cXobQJcdE/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQ9F2sp3r8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Z4cXobQJcdE/s400/Picture+17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264503295421427650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQ9F2EWyjHI/AAAAAAAAADs/4vRxohXKOxg/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQ9F2EWyjHI/AAAAAAAAADs/4vRxohXKOxg/s400/Picture+12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264503284603980914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQ9F1jsOlPI/AAAAAAAAADk/kbSWcxnyjIY/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQ9F1jsOlPI/AAAAAAAAADk/kbSWcxnyjIY/s400/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264503275835528434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQ9F1GJBPII/AAAAAAAAADc/O8VZZkVTo0g/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQ9F1GJBPII/AAAAAAAAADc/O8VZZkVTo0g/s400/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264503267903224962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQ9F0kFfs5I/AAAAAAAAADU/jI6D1TkpXGw/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQ9F0kFfs5I/AAAAAAAAADU/jI6D1TkpXGw/s400/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264503258761638802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-9176843617258585709?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/9176843617258585709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=9176843617258585709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/9176843617258585709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/9176843617258585709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQ9GS-H-KoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NiPjNo4cMEQ/s72-c/Picture+19.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-9027587325145371099</id><published>2008-10-27T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:04:45.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Changing My Major!</title><content type='html'>Crazy I know, but before you all freak out I still want to be a Meteorologist I'm just going about it a different way.  So this is what's going down; Physics and the Math courses were getting past my limits and I wasn't enjoying my field because of that so once this semester is over I am starting a new course of study in Communications.  I will be focusing on journalism and other comm courses that will benefit me the most on my way to becoming a Broadcast Meteorologist (Weather Lady :P) I will also continue taking Meteorology courses to finish my Meteorology Minor which is like 3 classes (including the one I'm currently taking) away from being finished.  With the Comm degree I will also be required to take a language so it will make my dream of taking more ASL possible because I have to! Mom and Dad, I know you're worried that this will set me back and that all of the other courses will be a waste but they wont; most of the classes overlap and those that don't directly will be used as electives to finish my Minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a little behind since by now I'd be almost half way through my comm classes but I know I can get caught up.  I'm seriously thinking about staying in Salt Lake over the summer so that I can get a more settled job that will be easier to transition from summer to fall without training or hassle of working so few hours and I'd like to take a class to continue my major or minor studies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking about applying to be an orientation leader here at the U. :D It's kinda like what I do now but people don't stay with me, It'd almost be like being and EFY counselor.  I'd work June and July with May and August off, I'd get a jump on leadership when it comes to applying for better jobs later and I've had so many people tell me to do it so I want to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I have time for now, I have to go to class, but I thought I'd let you all know about the changes in my crazy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQY6sc2vh9I/AAAAAAAAADM/WrkOcgUeMKU/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQY6sc2vh9I/AAAAAAAAADM/WrkOcgUeMKU/s400/MyPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261957749963458514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh and my hair is getting so long! I can ringlet all of it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to all!&lt;br /&gt;Keyliegh Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-9027587325145371099?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/9027587325145371099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=9027587325145371099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/9027587325145371099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/9027587325145371099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-changing-my-major.html' title='I&apos;m Changing My Major!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SQY6sc2vh9I/AAAAAAAAADM/WrkOcgUeMKU/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-5319529974162255975</id><published>2008-09-29T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:09:07.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I live in a wonderful city!</title><content type='html'>So here's a quick update between classes.  I've been keeping really busy with school and with my Host position and I've also come to a severe loss of sleep which I will say contributed to the fact that I am sick.  Other than that I'm doing really well and have been going on with life like normal (as normal as life can get when you're me :P). Anyways, I've posted a few new songs so that's fun and I'm currently working on a request from a girl with a friend in the army and a song to sing in church with Drew.  Both of which have been put on hold due to the fact that I don't have a voice. &lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;Oh! so the other day (this other day being Saturday) I went to the Utah vs. Weber game and had a blast! GO UTES! After the game I switched outfits really fast and headed to a Bid party at the Wells Fargo Building.  It was so cool! The view from the 23rd floor where we were was amazing! I got to meet a lot of new people and had a great time. Which leads me to my new goal for living in SLC; because there are so many types of people here why not take the time to see into the lives of those around you? I bought a little 'journal' to officially start the 'Write in my Journal' project.  So pretty much if I can get someone to talk to me for a bit I'll ask them to write in my journal and take a picture of them to put with their writings.  I'm not going to ask them to write anything just to write what ever they want.  I think it'll be interesting and an awesome way to hear the stories behind the people around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with the idea when I saw a guy I nicknamed 'crazy legs' with a friend last year.  He seems to have a hip problem but walks all over campus and I see him all the time.  When I saw him for the first time in over a month I was talking to that same friend and was all; 'I wonder what his story is' so this write in my journal idea is a way for me to find out his story and his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;Keyliegh Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-5319529974162255975?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/5319529974162255975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=5319529974162255975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5319529974162255975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5319529974162255975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-live-in-wonderful-city.html' title='I live in a wonderful city!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-6874011978086320180</id><published>2008-08-18T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:10:10.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update from my hammock!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know. It's been way too long but my life has been pretty busy and pretty crazy, the last week and a half hasn't been any less hectic but I decided to take a minute and tell ya what's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;I moved back to Salt Lake City and it's been a lot of fun; training days are long and kinda hard but the people I work with are a lot of fun and getting to know them helps make the days go faster and seem better.  I live in the Residence Halls again but I have a double to myself for at least a few more days at which point I'll get a sweet, little, freshman roommate until they find her a permanent room (which could take till late September, not exciting but the odds say they'll have a room for her in two weeks so I'll just deal with it).  My suit mate Alishia is one of the coolest people ever! She's really shy and so it was hard at first but she does little things that totally make my day; she'll draw things on the mirror that always put a smile on my face, currently I have a fishbowl with a goldfish named Skipp that she redraws pretty much every day to make him bigger.  Going back a little bit; I work as a Student Host for the University of Utah meaning every two weeks or so I take high school students interested in the U around campus and show them what a day might be like if they lived here they also stay the night and get to experience things first hand that you normally wouldn't when looking into a school.  With that I get a free double room on campus which is why my coming roommate will be relocating.   All of the Student Host's are a lot of fun and we all along really well setting this year off to an awesome start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title says I'm sending this from my hammock! I finally got my bed lofted and well it's super tall so I hung my hammock under it when I got back from swimming with the Student Leaders, sat down with my music and my computer and decided to let you all in on my life's events.  I'll get some pictures up with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night to you and fantastic dreams!&lt;br /&gt;~Keyliegh Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-6874011978086320180?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/6874011978086320180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=6874011978086320180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/6874011978086320180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/6874011978086320180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-from-my-hammock.html' title='An update from my hammock!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-8262782590810319661</id><published>2008-06-07T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T15:18:39.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So.... My thumb.... About that....</title><content type='html'>K, here's the story.  I was standing in the window of the Peay's house removing the wallpaper above it. I should have grabbed a stool or something because I wasn't ....'secure' where I was; anyways I didn't and I had a feeling I should have gotten down and worked on a lower section but me being stubborn I decided to finish this 'patch' first and then move to a lower one.  I go to step down and step too far back so I lose my balance.  I would've simply set my other foot down and been fine but there was a large printer/small copier behind me so I tried to step around that. I did like a 180 and my momentum threw me forward.  In front of me was a roller chair and I thought that would be a great thing to grab onto ..... Wrong Again! haha! my hand holding the razor blade grabbed the armrest and my other hand went strait for the seat catching the blade on the way down.  Everyone including me was laughing about the fall and it only felt like I had scratched my hand. They asked if I was ok and I said 'yeah'....'I cut my thumb'  I looked down and saw just how bad I'd cut my thumb and went to the kitchen to wash it off.  Kelly was looking over my shoulder and handing me a paper towel to help stop the bleeding and when I turned the water off and turned my hand over she took in a deep breath and called out 'Ben...! She's gonna need stitches!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-8262782590810319661?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/8262782590810319661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=8262782590810319661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/8262782590810319661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/8262782590810319661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-my-thumb-about-that.html' title='So.... My thumb.... About that....'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-5471028469174829215</id><published>2008-06-04T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:25:17.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thumb! haha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SEdAIUN3RUI/AAAAAAAAACA/Jn5wKdZQ_6w/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SEdAIUN3RUI/AAAAAAAAACA/Jn5wKdZQ_6w/s400/MyPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208202005687256386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell ya what happened when the swelling goes down haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-5471028469174829215?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/5471028469174829215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=5471028469174829215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5471028469174829215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/5471028469174829215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-thumb-haha.html' title='My thumb! haha!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/SEdAIUN3RUI/AAAAAAAAACA/Jn5wKdZQ_6w/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-2625157556123943327</id><published>2008-04-14T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:34:25.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONGBOARDING!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I just spent the last hour/two hours longboarding down on campus and I freak'n LOVE IT! I did a stadium since it was my first run and well I rocked it! I didn't fall once and I can totally carve it up!  I started with as big of curves as I wanted and then narrowed it down so that I only had the width of a parking stall which also made me go tons faster.  I dropped into the tunnel too and I was scared at first cuz it's really steep on the one side and you can't see the other side so you just have to go and hope no one is there on the other side. The first time I thought I was going to die but I didn't :D the board I was on shakes pretty bad when you get going and it makes it harder to keep your balance but I still did ok.  The second time through the tunnel I got down the one side and was going up the other when three guys came flying down the sidewalk and it scared me so bad! I thought I was going to hit one of them and die or cause us both a lot of pain but all is well and I have successfully survived my first stadium run. . . . .  Now for a HYPR run (pronounced hyper; it's the nickname students gave the main sidewalk that runs from the dorms down campus it's also called the hypr highway because it's one of the biggest sidewalks on campus. A truck or utility van can easily drive the hypr with plenty of room on either side. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;~Keyliegh Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-2625157556123943327?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/2625157556123943327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=2625157556123943327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/2625157556123943327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/2625157556123943327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/04/longboarding.html' title='LONGBOARDING!!!!!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-2375342834723376742</id><published>2008-02-27T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:32:43.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Youtube Videos!</title><content type='html'>So as you all know I have a few videos on youtube and I'm proud to announce that one of my videos has reached 1,000 views! It' s been up for almost two months and it's already reached that number I'm super excited to see where it goes from there.  Also exciting about my other videos is that my two newest videos have been getting about one hundred views a week! Compared to some of my videos this is a really good rate and I'm hoping to get a few more out within the next two weeks or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next songs on my list are:&lt;br /&gt;1-2-3-4 by Fiest&lt;br /&gt;Reasons Why by Alison Kraus&lt;br /&gt;It's Time by Anna Free&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;possibly some other songs by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah's not excited about the song by Fiest but oh well I don't care. I like the song and am going to do it no matter what he says.  Either way it'll be a while before a song is posted because my voice isn't quite what it used to be but it's getting there :D. I can't wait for my voice to be back to normal! I can sing now and it's reasonable but I can only sing a song or two before my voice starts to get really raspy and sounds bad lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh! So in the works to be recorded are a few songs..... one is called Volcano by Damien Rice and Drew wants to record it with us both on vocals him on guitar and me on violin.... I'm not sure how the violin will go but I can try and see if I can pull it off.  The original song is guitar and cello but Drew says it can be done with violin so we'll see.  The other songs are both by Drew so he's got to teach me the songs and then we can record them so I'm kinda excited about that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's going pretty good and I'm excited for Spring Break although I have nothing cool planned it will be a nice vacation from the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to all,&lt;br /&gt;Keyliegh Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm gonna try and video record the songs that I record with Drew so that I can post those on youtube as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-2375342834723376742?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/2375342834723376742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=2375342834723376742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/2375342834723376742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/2375342834723376742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-youtube-videos.html' title='My Youtube Videos!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-6877511299169708659</id><published>2008-02-17T11:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T11:26:43.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steroids, Mountain Air and Gatorade</title><content type='html'>So lets see .... the other day I woke up and felt just fine. Ok well that's a lie. I felt horrible; I had two papers due that morning and it was going to be a stressful day. I finally finished the papers and the printing and was back in my room exhausted.  I climbed up on my bed and fell asleep for almost three hours. When I woke up I had a sore throat and a little bit of a cough.  No big deal tho; I'd get some cough drops from Liz till I could run to the store and all would be fine. haha! wrong again.  That night I took some Nyquil and went to bed.  "slept like HELL!" (peanut, JeffDunham.com super funny character) and woke up choking.  I decided to go to the clinic and see what I had and if I could get some drugs for it. They didn't have any openings until Friday so I made an appointment and said I'd come back. Later that day I was getting leaps and bounds worse so my parents came up and took me to the Emergency Room.  I got in there and they did a whole bunch of tests only to inform me that there was nothing they could do. I had a viral infection I just had to live with until it decided to stop pestering me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Friday morning and I could barely breathe.  I was planning on canceling the visit at the clinic but decided against it as I was struggling for air.  I went to the appointment and the first thing the doctor asked me was if I was asthmatic.  I'm not and he immediately started checking me.  Realizing that what ever I had was viral he decided to give me a steroid shot to keep my airway from closing and this Epineph shot (some sort of caffeine shot that would speed up my heart and make me jittery but help me breathe).  He also gave me these tiny HydrOXYzine pills to  help open my air way. FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was having a hard time breathing my parents took me home and well here I am.  Steroids, clean mountain air, gatorade, soup.... But most importantly I can breathe! You never really notice how nice a deep breath of air is until you can't take one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;~Keyliegh Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-6877511299169708659?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/6877511299169708659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=6877511299169708659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/6877511299169708659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/6877511299169708659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2008/02/steroids-mountain-air-and-gatorade.html' title='Steroids, Mountain Air and Gatorade'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-2738486794271671294</id><published>2007-12-20T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:56:28.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow What A Day!</title><content type='html'>So it started pretty good.... great actually!  I woke up around nine (I'm not really sure)&lt;br /&gt; and got myself a bowl of cereal.  Then I proceeded to eat my cereal while making a fire.  It was a nice fire :).  I read my book by my nice fire and finished my cereal by that wonderful fire.  If you couldn't tell by now I really liked the fire and I was proud of myself because I finally got it started and was no longer freezing.  I read all day and sat by that fire wrapped in a blanket (I was rather comfortable). &lt;br /&gt;Mom got home around noon while I was in the shower (yes I planned the timing :D).  Well as the garage opened up I knew mom would be upset because I didn't do what she wanted me to do so I grabbed my towel and jumped in the shower before the garage door went back down.  I know you're all surprised, but I can move fast when I want to.  Ah Haha!  Mom was still mad when I got out and probably more so but oh well the shower felt great.  She then sent me to get some stuff printed and so left..... When I got home mom was considerably calmer and all was well by my standards :).  I continued to read my book and do random chores she asked me to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it gets fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mom left.  She was picking up the dry cleaning and doing some other errands.  Anyways, she had been gone for a while and the weather was getting pretty bad.  Mom called and asked me what I wanted for dinner and told me she was on her way home.  We decided on Wendy's and I figured she'd be home in about 20 minutes.  Ten minutes later the wind really picked up and I heard a CRASH! on the back porch.  I ran to the back door and flipped on the light.  I couldn't see anything and then I saw it!  Ok so it wasn't anything big, it wasn't really anything but, the lid to the ash can had flown off and crash landed in the ever building snow drift/bank.  I didn't really want to go outside in my socks but I knew that dad wouldn't want ash to spread over his yard and I didn't want to lose the lid while I found shoes.  So I ran out the door.  Keep in mind it's really windy and snowing and I'm wearing ankle socks, sweatpants, and a hoodie over a tank (not exactly snow gear).  So I ran out the door and pulled it shut behind me (I was trying to be considerate and knew mom didn't want a snowdrift in the dinning room).  I didn't think to check the lock before I ran out and I didn't really think I had closed it all the way.  ANYWAYS, I put the lid on real tight while dancing in the snow (yes, it was cold).  I jumped up the stairs and grabbed the door handle when to my shock and utter dismay it was locked! duhn duhn dun!  I cleared off a small space of the stair and stood alternating feet while I contemplated my situation. &lt;br /&gt;"The front door could be unlocked", I thought to myselft between shivers. "No, I vividly remember the cat looking at me with that sad little face (much to small for the fat body it has acquired recently) while I closed and locked the door. Not to mention I bet the snow is pretty deep along the side of the house."&lt;br /&gt;So I sat, well stood, and waited.&lt;br /&gt;And waited.&lt;br /&gt;And waited some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure I'd been out there forever!  Huddled against the door hoping to feel the heat from that nice, nice fire I'd built and kept up all day.  When my thoughts wandered to the story of The Little Match Girl.  Talk about a depressing thought!  For those that don't know the story is about a little girl that is sent out in her mothers shoes on a cold wintry night, I expect was something like this one, to sell matches and fake flowers.  Her shoes fall off and she's walking in her 'stockings' in the snow.  Oh and the little girl dies.  So yeah depressing thoughts, I know!  At this point I figured I hadn't really been outside that long and that mom would be home soon but I figured I'd count so I had a better judgment of time and so I didn't think about the horrible ways my life could end while standing on the back porch!  AH HAHA! JUST Kidding! &lt;br /&gt;ANYways, I started counting "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21.... I wont bore you by counting all the way :).  I got up to about 700 giver or take, all the while hoping to hear the garage open, and I realized mom wasn't going to be home soon.  I daringly stuck my head around the corner of the house in search of lights.  I couldn't see any!  (Mostly due to the blizzard like storm and my fogged glasses).  I knew something was wrong so I checked again.  The lights were on!  There was life! I counted to three and ran around the corner.  I made a quick left to check the front door and as I predicted it was locked.  So I ran across the street where I was greeted at the door with confused looks.  I borrowed the phone and about 30 minutes later mom got home and I ran back across the street in my socks.  I couldn't see a thing and ended up running through the yard! It was so deep!  I finally get to the door and it's locked!  So I franticly ring the doorbell and dance around while mom comes to the door.  I dance down the hall while kicking off snow and socks and plant myself by the fire, by the nice, nice fire which I made that was still going.  :D. &lt;br /&gt;I have thoroughly thawed since then and am contentedly sitting by my nice, nice fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;~Keyliegh Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-2738486794271671294?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/2738486794271671294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=2738486794271671294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/2738486794271671294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/2738486794271671294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow-what-day.html' title='Wow What A Day!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-2369703918879382957</id><published>2007-12-13T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:43:26.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Official End of My Official First Semester In College!</title><content type='html'>SOoooo...... I am officially done with my first official semester of college! YAY! I'll find out here in about two weeks how I did and I'm hoping that it all went well.  So lets see, there's not a whole lot going on right now..... I was sick and I'm still a little under the weather but doing tons better. Maybe it's partially due to the fact that I don't get tired until about 4 in the morning lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm..... no new boys to speak of .....well there's Jamel but he's nothing.  A football boi that's fun to talk and hang with but nothing more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm adding tons of songs to my list; that is I'm learning lots of new songs on the guitar and I think you will all like them.  FISH!! we NEED to play! There's so many songs I've found that I think you would love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there is one major ...ish... thing on my mind right now.  (Daddy don't worry I'm not getting married ;) :P) There is a girl down the hall that is like 98% sure she's moving out before next semester so her bed would be open.  Her roommate is LDS and in my ward.... oh and I lover her! She's a really cool girl and I think we could get along great! So Mallory is moving out and Elizabeth needs a roommate; Liz asked me if I would want to move in with her and I'm seriously thinking I might.  I love my roommate but because of different religious beliefs it's kinda hard at times.  Things would really change for me and Sara.  There are lots of 'little' things in our room that came from me so that would change and room 53215 would no longer be "The Guitar Room".  Liz doesn't play guitar but that's ok.  Liz is also home most nights whereas sometimes I don't see Sara for over 24 hours and it's just a little hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's only a matter of time until I'm home for the break! I CAN'T WAIT!!!!! And again only a matter of time until I know if the room will be open and I get to explain to Sara why I want to move down the hall from her. *SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm done for now.&lt;br /&gt;Mucho Loves!&lt;br /&gt;~Keyliegh Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-2369703918879382957?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/2369703918879382957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=2369703918879382957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/2369703918879382957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/2369703918879382957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2007/12/official-end-of-my-official-first.html' title='The Official End of My Official First Semester In College!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-8693654480034465230</id><published>2007-11-27T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:51:12.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT"S SNOWING!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/R0ys_aQXDeI/AAAAAAAAABw/eivhkNm0XjU/s1600-h/snowflakes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/R0ys_aQXDeI/AAAAAAAAABw/eivhkNm0XjU/s400/snowflakes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137671480302570978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh lands! So it's November 27th  and it's finally snowing.&lt;br /&gt;This is how my day has gone thus far.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to set alarm (last night): didn't work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Got up late because back up alarm (roomie sara) didn't work either.&lt;br /&gt;Got ready but was late so I skipped breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty warm day left jacket at home.&lt;br /&gt;Played tennis.... did pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to some CS buds.&lt;br /&gt;Got on a bus and went to the HC to get a late breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Came home to do homework and grab notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;Left a little early and stopped by the bookstore. ( The temp had dropped considerably by this time but I was too lazy to go back up the stairs and grab a jacket and gloves.)&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new pair of headphones $20 (Mom &amp;amp; Dad scratch that off the Christmas list). My old ones were officially beat. One headphone didn't work at all and just shocked me when it kinda worked so I didn't use it and the chord was falling apart so the wires were exposed and shredding.&lt;br /&gt;Went to math ......Zzzz need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;Went to the GEEKIEST building on campus. :) The Engineering Classroom Building.&lt;br /&gt;Finished up my math homework and talked to a guy in my ward until CS started.&lt;br /&gt;Sat through Programming only staying awake to laugh at my sleeping neighbors. ... I wish I could show you pictures of some of them!&lt;br /&gt;Walked out of class to see it snowing!&lt;br /&gt;Turned in my math homework.&lt;br /&gt;Waited in the snow for a bus to get me from the bottom of campus.&lt;br /&gt;Rode the bus home and now I'm chillin in my room telling you the story of my day while eating Skittles and Mike 'n Ikes and sniffling. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-8693654480034465230?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/8693654480034465230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=8693654480034465230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/8693654480034465230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/8693654480034465230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-snowing.html' title='IT&quot;S SNOWING!!!!!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/R0ys_aQXDeI/AAAAAAAAABw/eivhkNm0XjU/s72-c/snowflakes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-889166788512318566</id><published>2007-11-20T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:20:33.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HAIR!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so, I decided to change my hair and part of the change was color...... I wanted to go dark brown but my only chance to do that was a few days before family pictures and I was kinda nervous about such a drastic change with little time to get used to it so I dyed my hair so I would have time to get used to it or enough time to realize I really didn't like it and change it back to my fun blond ways......... well enough said this is what I did&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/R0OjZaQXDbI/AAAAAAAAABY/IfM29cLHqOQ/s1600-h/MyPicture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/R0OjZaQXDbI/AAAAAAAAABY/IfM29cLHqOQ/s400/MyPicture-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135127657072496050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .........      and this is how it turned out :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/R0OjjKQXDcI/AAAAAAAAABg/ycFtsH6FPoU/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/R0OjjKQXDcI/AAAAAAAAABg/ycFtsH6FPoU/s400/MyPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135127824576220610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-889166788512318566?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/889166788512318566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=889166788512318566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/889166788512318566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/889166788512318566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-hair.html' title='MY HAIR!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/R0OjZaQXDbI/AAAAAAAAABY/IfM29cLHqOQ/s72-c/MyPicture-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-1937760270447787693</id><published>2007-11-18T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T13:14:12.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday!</title><content type='html'>Sunday is by far my favorite day because it's just so relaxing! Well kinda lol! Today was pretty crazy my alarm went off and I got up but decided that I didn't need to get up for anything so I went back to bed. I then woke up at 820 and realized today was Sunday and that church started in 40 min! So I jumped out of bed..... k I didn't really jump out of bed (that would hurt) but I climbed out of bed and got in the shower. I got completely ready and ran out the door, literally, I ran the 4-5 blocks to church and walked in the door at 902. I was late but practically on time cuz I was there when they started. :D :) :D I was proud of myself for getting there that close to nine.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/R0Cq-KQXDaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ctPs-BYm4NA/s1600-h/christmas+music.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/R0Cq-KQXDaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ctPs-BYm4NA/s400/christmas+music.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134291560083951010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was really good, the only thing that could've made it better was a musical number but we didn't have one so....... no big deal it was a great meeting anyways.  Speaking of musical numbers I was enjoying a donut at the ward mingle after church and Drew comes up to me and asks me why I'm not wearing shoes (at this point I had been walking around and my shoe broke in such a way that it couldn't be fixed so I just threw them away instead of walking around with one shoe) so I told him what happened and he kinda laughed at me. Then he asked me if I was going to ward prayer tonight (mom don't die) I said yes because I normally go and I'm planning on going as often as I can. After I had told him yes he was all 'we should sing again........I really like it' ...... pretty sure I was beaming and then it gets better! He was all we should consider singing in church and I gave him a questioning look and he was like a Christmas ish song.  I thought he meant we would do it close to Christmas and I told him I wouldn't be there because of the the break and he laughed at me and was like well we would do it at the beginning of December.... like the 1st or 2nd week. So as for now it's just a consideration but I'm pretty sure I'll be singing in Sacrament sometime in the pretty near future and I'm so excited! and pretty scared too lol! So yeah that's my story for the day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;~Keyliegh Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-1937760270447787693?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/1937760270447787693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=1937760270447787693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/1937760270447787693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/1937760270447787693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2007/11/sunday.html' title='Sunday!'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/R0Cq-KQXDaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ctPs-BYm4NA/s72-c/christmas+music.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-507541126640736283</id><published>2007-11-15T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:44:55.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn My Wold Upsidedown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Rz018aQXDYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gv1LQJXBEoY/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Rz018aQXDYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gv1LQJXBEoY/s320/MyPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133318462228598146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you didn't notice I have a lot to say all the time and I love playing with pictures :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to call today turn my world upside down day for two main reasons ....make that three lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was talking with Drew and he had been talking to 'his other band member' and they've been looking for a female vocalist for a long time but they've never found someone with the sound they wanted and Drew thinks I have the right sound! :D I'm pretty excited so I'll keep you updated on how the whole music thing develops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This doesn't really turn my world upside down ....sadly it's become part of everyday life and I'm used to it but that doesn't mean I like it. The boys downstairs decided that Friday was too long to wait to party. So I am currently bopping to the bass rumble under me lol! I was getting ready for bed and I thought they were just playing their music loud cuz they don't normally party on Thursdays so I went down to ask them if they could turn it down a little ( we're pretty good friends so I know they wouldn't mind me asking ). When I got down there they opened the door and they had over 20 empty beer cans ... easy..... their room smelt so bad! Oh and their bathroom! Lets just say they had a pretty good game of beer pong and the bathroom was a mess! SO, I teased them for a sec and they turned down the music and then I left. I was talking to one of the guys in the hall and Danni came up (totally wasted) and lit a poster on fire! The kid is nuts! We put the poster out before it really started burning ( like 1/2 an inch of the corner burned). No worries everyone is safe and Danni is now outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last but not least I have started getting dizzy while sitting again :( .... no fun and it's making typing really hard and giving me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! Life is great I'm still smiling and I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Keyliegh Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-507541126640736283?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/507541126640736283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=507541126640736283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/507541126640736283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/507541126640736283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2007/11/turn-my-wold-upsidedown.html' title='Turn My Wold Upsidedown'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/Rz018aQXDYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gv1LQJXBEoY/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-6236271339915129654</id><published>2007-11-14T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:42:40.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Bands and Calculus Carnivals</title><content type='html'>So today was interesting. I went to a Calculus carnival and actually had fun playing games with math equations..... something is seriously wrong with me! haha! I didn't go because I thought it would be fun I went because I got extra credit for going and I know I'll need it on my next Calc test, but I did end up having fun. Oh and yes I know I'm a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/RzvZ9aQXDXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X2g7GGL1Tmc/s1600-h/cupboads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/RzvZ9aQXDXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X2g7GGL1Tmc/s320/cupboads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132935849362001266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I was going to eat dinner and when I walked into the HC I heard some music and decided to check it out. There was a whole list of bands playing tonight and it was awesome! Two of my favorites were Mela Dramus (I have no idea if that's how they really spell it but that's what my suit mate Shelby said) and Good Morning Maxfeild. Good Morning Maxfeild is now one of my favorite bands ever! They've got a great sense of humor and their music is awesome! The lyrics are clean and catchy with &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/RzvZjqQXDWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DSQWd7AitDk/s1600-h/aarons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/RzvZjqQXDWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DSQWd7AitDk/s320/aarons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132935406980369762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wicked guitar, piano, and drum solos. Personally I think Aaron ( the drummer pictured left) is the cutest.... I kinda distracted him in their show lol! BUT I got him to smile so it's ok. Stuart, the lead singer and guitar is pretty cute too and he's way chill. I talked to him after their show and he was down to earth and way nice. So that was fun for me. I also was introduced to a drink called ENVIGA.... It's an interesting drink but it's pretty good. It was the drink&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/RzvYl6QXDVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UDx07ijnc2c/s1600-h/Photo+85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/RzvYl6QXDVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UDx07ijnc2c/s320/Photo+85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132934346123447634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of choice at the concert ( mom, dad, don't worry there's no alcohol in it ) ..... It's supposed to help you burn calories but I just think it tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;~Keyliegh Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-6236271339915129654?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/6236271339915129654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=6236271339915129654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/6236271339915129654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/6236271339915129654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2007/11/live-bands-and-calculus-carnivals.html' title='Live Bands and Calculus Carnivals'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/RzvZ9aQXDXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X2g7GGL1Tmc/s72-c/cupboads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-1392827202621533452</id><published>2007-11-13T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:05:22.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of a Blah day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/RzqP17E2y8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/s7P0wCeDf74/s1600-h/Photo+76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/RzqP17E2y8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/s7P0wCeDf74/s320/Photo+76.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132572881896000450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided yesterday that I didn't want to get ready this morning lol! So I didn't, I got up with my roommate at six and bummed around my room for a while. Put on my chill Utah sweats, a black t-shirt and a beanie. . . . put on my puma's and walked out the door. When I walked into breakfast I got some interesting looks but hey that's pretty normal for me haha! I finally made my way down to tennis and the rest of the day was a blur. Our instructor didn't show up so I put on my headphones and played tennis ( though I kinda struggle at the game ), I tried anyways. Calculus 1 was sometime after that and then I sat in the wonderful *blegh* CADE Lab. For those that don't know the CADE Lab is the horrid place I go to work on my programming.  They keep the lab around 60 degrees and I freeze! Oh and I practically live there, some nights I'm in that frigid lab from 1pm to 8pm. I went to my programming class and entertained myself by poking my neighbor to keep him awake ..... the professor is really good at putting pretty much the entire class to sleep. An hour and ten minutes later I was on my way home. I made a new record: 10 minutes from the Engineering Building to the dorms. Now that's what I call uphill power walking :D.  I sat in my room till about 6 630 before I went to dinner and then I came back to the box I call home.&lt;br /&gt;Wow what an interesting day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;~Keyliegh Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-1392827202621533452?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/1392827202621533452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=1392827202621533452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/1392827202621533452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/1392827202621533452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2007/11/end-of-blah-day.html' title='End of a Blah day'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/RzqP17E2y8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/s7P0wCeDf74/s72-c/Photo+76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103385208377509239.post-4080161548307211731</id><published>2007-11-13T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:03:16.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/RzqOJLE2y7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Op1Rt5kRixI/s1600-h/Photo+73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/RzqOJLE2y7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Op1Rt5kRixI/s320/Photo+73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132571013585226674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is officially my first blog ever! K, not really but first here and first one I've really wanted to post. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm at school, nothing new, but something that is new: I have a hammock! it's the greatest thing ever! It's six feet long and six feet two inches wide so I fit in it :D. BTW it's hanging under my bed. Don't worry daddy the boys down the hall hung it for me so it's not coming off anytime soon :).&lt;br /&gt;^( Totally Enjoying the Hammock Although a little worried about falling out still lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are going pretty good. Some days are rough and getting up is hard but even worse is the food. I'm surprised that I've kept my weight because the food is absolutely horrid! Every once in a while they make something amazing like the pasta I had last night; Chicken marinated in a white wine mushroom sauce. It was by far one of the best things I've had this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: I'm learning a bunch of new songs and loving every minute I get with my guitar. But even better is the new development I've made in music. I met a guy in my ward named Drew, he plays the piano and guitar AND he sings. He also writes music and has been looking for a female vocalist......so when he found out I have been singing for practically my whole life and that I play the guitar he had me learn a song called 9 Crimes by Damien Rice.  On Sunday we sang it together for the first time ( its a duet accompanied by the piano ) and he liked it enough that he wants to record it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorm life is going pretty good, I get along with my roommate perfectly at least I don't think I bug her too bad ;). There hasn't really been any more problems with drinking so that's nice. And the problem with Human Feces has stopped lol! But there's been a lot of robbery. Luckily my roommate and I haven't lost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is always fun. I'm on the Enrichment Board .... thing it's kinda fun but we haven't really done anything. Oh wait, we did do something lol! On Sunday we had dinner for the Priesthood and the dinner turned out really nice and helped some of the guys so it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm done for now.&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4103385208377509239-4080161548307211731?l=keylieghann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/feeds/4080161548307211731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4103385208377509239&amp;postID=4080161548307211731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/4080161548307211731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4103385208377509239/posts/default/4080161548307211731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keylieghann.blogspot.com/2007/11/firts-blog.html' title='First Blog :)'/><author><name>Kylie Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12967492145450331184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/TGLaEyZZwFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QSu7Vu7X8Ro/S220/love+him!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJC3jsS10jk/RzqOJLE2y7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Op1Rt5kRixI/s72-c/Photo+73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
