<?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-7114261821624992013</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:34:18.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimmy&amp;ChrisGoBlogging</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-3414452924126480864</id><published>2012-01-25T18:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T18:57:51.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I been up to?</title><content type='html'>I promise a lot more than this blog indicates! I am crazy busy right now, but promise to catch up on what weve been up to soon. In the meantime you can see what I really have been doing on my &lt;a href="http://blog.matthewrobbinsdesign.com/"&gt;work blo&lt;/a&gt;g. We have been on book tour for 14 days and I have been blogging about each stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like I said, posts here (with pictures!) soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-3414452924126480864?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3414452924126480864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=3414452924126480864' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3414452924126480864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3414452924126480864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='What have I been up to?'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-4692274467849219533</id><published>2011-11-26T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T09:43:23.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CYBER MONDAY!</title><content type='html'>Cyber Monday (and some new innovations in programing that has helped us streamline this process a bit) have inspired us to run a killer sale on i chart you. We are offering 65% off by using coupon code CYBERMONDAY at our &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ichartyou"&gt;etsy shop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise this blog will not be a message board for i chart you. We are just still learning and figuring this all out! feel free to send this along via email, facebook, corner lemonade stands, pintrest ect...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-4692274467849219533?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4692274467849219533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=4692274467849219533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4692274467849219533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4692274467849219533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/11/cyber-monday.html' title='CYBER MONDAY!'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-3713812971775970857</id><published>2011-11-25T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T15:56:15.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendsgiving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1a8b661793dc4eb5" 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://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a8b661793dc4eb5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331742135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B0A9719E1A528C1D1E67AE684E8CDADC533C53F.855C7A997154DB748E87E4EC41B786C393A10A0D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a8b661793dc4eb5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp9azBvXFowoyaOkgTqqzobQGVZ8&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://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a8b661793dc4eb5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331742135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B0A9719E1A528C1D1E67AE684E8CDADC533C53F.855C7A997154DB748E87E4EC41B786C393A10A0D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a8b661793dc4eb5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp9azBvXFowoyaOkgTqqzobQGVZ8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We didn't make it home for thanksgiving this year. It is the first year I didnt see my fam on thanksgiving and I was a little sad about it. Lucky for us, we have a great group of friends out here...who REALLY know how to cook, and we had an amazing day. This video pretty much sums it up. Thanks Simmons...you guys saved thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-3713812971775970857?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3713812971775970857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=3713812971775970857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3713812971775970857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3713812971775970857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/11/friendsgiving.html' title='Friendsgiving.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7596093865491893276</id><published>2011-11-20T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:19:28.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i (chart) you.</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would. But I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, no, WE...opened an etsy shop. Last christmas my sister alissa wanted a geneology chart to put up in her house. She saw some nice ones online but she really wanted chris to design her something different. He took the challenge, and came up with a design we all fell in love with. Note to all the single ladies: marry a graphic designer...he will become the favorite brother/son in law instantly, and you will get free baby shower invites, christmas cards and stationary for life. Anyway, my sister loved her chart, and has been trying to get us to do them for others ever since. Chris has been BUSY at school which has left me home in the evenings. I realized a good side project wasnt a bad idea. SO, we put together a few color combos and have officially set up shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can find us right here, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ichartyou"&gt;i (chart) you&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10iOyXnqPlc/TsmY_t050cI/AAAAAAAABG8/-xIjY8rTPLw/s1600/Picture+14.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10iOyXnqPlc/TsmY_t050cI/AAAAAAAABG8/-xIjY8rTPLw/s320/Picture+14.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-7596093865491893276?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7596093865491893276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=7596093865491893276' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7596093865491893276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7596093865491893276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-chart-you.html' title='i (chart) you.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10iOyXnqPlc/TsmY_t050cI/AAAAAAAABG8/-xIjY8rTPLw/s72-c/Picture+14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-6478790783729943359</id><published>2011-10-03T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:48:37.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what we have been up to</title><content type='html'>where have we been? right here. in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we havent been anywhere, but we have been busier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris started school and couldnt be loving it more. He comes home from class jazzed about branding, and every day that makes me smile. I hate not seeing him but am super grateful jamie and taylor live downstairs. Poor taylor...I am there nearly every night. sorry man. I am so proud of chris, working all day then going to class at night. it is more than I could do, that is for sure, but he is being such a trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been insanely busy at work. We are in the height of wedding season, so that means we are working late and working weekends...but the timing is good. With chris gone in the evenings anyways, it isnt too bad. AND we have had an amazing season...one good event after another!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and I have taken to make dinner together (or when im crazy at work she cooks for all of us) and we have had some GREAT meals. Tonight it was black bean soup...yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, I wish I had more to say...but between all of the above there isnt much time for other things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason I am way better at keeping my instagram updated. follow me if you want our life in iphone pics!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-6478790783729943359?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6478790783729943359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=6478790783729943359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6478790783729943359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6478790783729943359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-we-have-been-up-to.html' title='what we have been up to'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-2345233984148443047</id><published>2011-08-08T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:22:28.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>have you met my friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIpaM_mk_7g/TkCnJ5NuwuI/AAAAAAAABGc/fbLM0gL0mIk/s1600/Picture+11.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIpaM_mk_7g/TkCnJ5NuwuI/AAAAAAAABGc/fbLM0gL0mIk/s640/Picture+11.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kelsey (Egan) Nixon? Well, if you haven't, you should. You can meet her every Saturday on the cooking channel, on her show &lt;a href="http://www.cookingchanneltv.com/kelseys-essentials/index.html"&gt;Kelsey's Essentials&lt;/a&gt;. Not only is Kelsey one of my favorite girls in NYC to grab a movie with, or just chat for hours...she is SO much fun to watch on TV. And she has the best recipes. We cant watch the show on sundays anymore because then we cant run to the store and get everything we need to make whatever she featured on the show that day. Our latest favorite is her Watermelon Lime Granita. It is TO. DIE. FOR. Don't be intimidated like I was...it is SO easy to make...and you too can get that flaky ice texture (just like it looks on TV!!!) &lt;a href="http://www.cookingchanneltv.com/recipes/kelsey-nixon/watermelon-ginger-and-lime-granita-recipe/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the recipe. You wont regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picture courtesy of kelseynixon.com) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-2345233984148443047?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2345233984148443047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=2345233984148443047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2345233984148443047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2345233984148443047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/08/have-you-met-my-friend.html' title='have you met my friend...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIpaM_mk_7g/TkCnJ5NuwuI/AAAAAAAABGc/fbLM0gL0mIk/s72-c/Picture+11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-9214726399868552976</id><published>2011-08-08T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T11:26:31.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>good thing my sister blogs</title><content type='html'>We have had a REALLY busy summer. We went to boston, DC, Utah, Idaho, Puerto Rico and Lake George. We have blogged a few of these fun adventures...but cant keep up. Good news is we went to lake george with my sister jamie and she just did a great post recaping the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out &lt;a href="http://taylorandjamie.blogspot.com/2011/07/lake-george.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-9214726399868552976?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/9214726399868552976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=9214726399868552976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/9214726399868552976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/9214726399868552976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-thing-my-sister-blogs.html' title='good thing my sister blogs'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7360280572533938728</id><published>2011-07-28T18:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T19:44:04.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Zip-a-dee-do-dah Fourth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjWcfP20m8M/TjIPhVJlpbI/AAAAAAAAANM/dnR8hX8ibv8/s1600/Picture%2B3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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It all started last saturday when i got home late from doing an event and chris had spent the entire day cleaning the house. From top to bottom...he also hung pictures, took out the stinky trash. He told me it was all to kick off my birthday week...niccccce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a bit surreal. I got to go to a very Fancy Birthday party for a very fancy lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Tuesday...karaoke with my interns and girls at work. We. had. a. blast. There is nothing like letting loose at karaoke. I am the worst singer in the world, but somehow I just don't care when Celine is going and I have a mic in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After karaoke i went to H&amp;amp;M to try to find a cute summer dress to wear in the 1000 degree weather on my birthday. I found nothing. I came home a little let down only to find Chris had wrapped up the PERFECT gift.&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=20909255&amp;amp;catId=CLOTHES-DRESSES&amp;amp;pushId=CLOTHES-DRESSES&amp;amp;popId=CLOTHES&amp;amp;navCount=84&amp;amp;color=038&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;isSubcategory=true&amp;amp;subCategoryId=CLOTHES-DRESSES-PRINTED&amp;amp;templateType=subCategory"&gt; This little gem&lt;/a&gt;. He could not have picked a more timely gift. I was SOO excited. It fit perfectly, it was exactly what I was shopping for and couldn't find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday morning i woke up to a booklet on my alarm clock FULLLLLLLLL of letters and notes from loved ones that chris had gathered and compiled. It was hands down the best way to wake up on your birthday. I couldn't believe how much work he put into it. i have a very very verrrrrrry verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry sweet husband. He blows me away. I worked, then chris and I went to dos cominos for dinner and had a double scoop of ice cream for dessert! Then we came home and snuggled down to the bachelorette. I truly think this was the best birthday ever, and I haven't even gotten to Thursday yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work on Thursday Chris surprised me with a birthday party with all my girlfriends in the park. Well it was supposed to be in the park, but the heat wave we are doing our best to endure forced us inside. Everyone brought AMAZINNNNNNG treats, salads, fruits and cheese. OH, and chris had called in a special floral delivery to my office to provide 2 super cute arrangements for the party. It was so much fun to relax, eat great food and celebrate. I am so lucky to have such amazing friends in the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you SO much to everyone, especially my sweet husband for making this birthday the best. Nothing like a week of attention and kind words to make a girl feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry for the lack of pictures...not sure what happened there!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-981394778810036591?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/981394778810036591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=981394778810036591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/981394778810036591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/981394778810036591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-what-birthday-week.html' title='oh what a (birthday) week!!!'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-8034341935576494644</id><published>2011-07-14T19:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:04:37.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Favorites</title><content type='html'>This summer has been awesome. we've been to DC, Puerto Rico, UT, and Lake George...pretty good right? We have fancy pictures from all of them...Chris will post soon. until then our favorites of the season. as usual they revolve around food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MAGIC BULLET. This may sound like an infomercial, but stay with me, it could change your mornings from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSdsR9gBPp4/Th-cdrKEJYI/AAAAAAAABFY/wG7ZERI9p_g/s1600/418eVFw7g6L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSdsR9gBPp4/Th-cdrKEJYI/AAAAAAAABFY/wG7ZERI9p_g/s1600/418eVFw7g6L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no vitamix...but its super easy to clean and you can make one serving at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps to your favorite breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to the kitchen pull out the magic bullet.&lt;br /&gt;2. fill it up 1/3 of the way with OJ or water.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add a scoop of this. (well my bag doesnt look just like this...but kinda like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDWJCtXAxKo/Th-WHrrsTcI/AAAAAAAABFQ/HWJliJo1v-g/s1600/Picture+2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDWJCtXAxKo/Th-WHrrsTcI/AAAAAAAABFQ/HWJliJo1v-g/s320/Picture+2.png" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes...that says 27 grams of protein per scoop.&lt;br /&gt;4. Next add a banana (if you happen to have one) and then top it off with frozen berries (we get the costco kind...along with EVERYTHING else in this smoothie)&lt;br /&gt;5. Blend.&lt;br /&gt;6. ENJOOY. this baby will keep you full until lunch. Guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does it stick with you, it tastes DELICIOUS. seriously, the vanilla adds just a hint of sweetness. Its yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other favorite of the season (besides maxi dresses) is quesadillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im ashamed to say I make them...a lot. They are easy. they are delicious. (WARNING, this is not a real recipe. I totally made it up. and I am not &lt;a href="http://kelseynixon.com/"&gt;Kelsey Nixon&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your tortilla and fill it with whatever you like. Easy enough?&lt;br /&gt;Here is what we like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chicken-grilled (...and by grilled I mean thrown on my panini grill) with a little taco seasoning. we like the jalapeno and onion variety.&lt;br /&gt;-Avocado- lots of it&lt;br /&gt;-Pepperjack cheese-unless you are jamie, and you dont like anything even a tiny bit spicy...then go with cheddar&lt;br /&gt;-grape tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;-cilantro&lt;br /&gt;-lime &lt;br /&gt;-black beans&lt;br /&gt;-tomatillo&lt;br /&gt;-and last but not least...and this is my secret ingredient...shredded cabbage tossed in a little cilantro lime vinaigrette.(we LOVE the trader joe's light kind. its delicious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6yoxNE3DbM/Th-ZVplR__I/AAAAAAAABFU/ALv2oZ74x5k/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6yoxNE3DbM/Th-ZVplR__I/AAAAAAAABFU/ALv2oZ74x5k/s320/photo%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Crisp those babies up...and you might have a new favorite dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Maxi dresses. They are light weight, LONG (thank heavens) and so easy to wear. I have been really into tying up button ups or cardigans over them so I dont have to worry about the tee shirt under the spaghetti strap scenario (even though im open to this option as well). F21 has hundreds for $30 a piece. I love a good trend that covers the you know whats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-8034341935576494644?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/8034341935576494644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=8034341935576494644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/8034341935576494644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/8034341935576494644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-favorites.html' title='Summer Favorites'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSdsR9gBPp4/Th-cdrKEJYI/AAAAAAAABFY/wG7ZERI9p_g/s72-c/418eVFw7g6L._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-3190507270854780123</id><published>2011-06-29T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T19:30:09.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Hlk6nNt_PY/TgvRSzES51I/AAAAAAAABFM/UOaeP9B1TU4/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Hlk6nNt_PY/TgvRSzES51I/AAAAAAAABFM/UOaeP9B1TU4/s320/Picture+1.png" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last few months of my first round of NY were spent putting countless hours into &lt;a href="http://www.matthewrobbinsdesign.com/"&gt;my brilliant bosses&lt;/a&gt; book proposal. We did photo shoot after photo shoot and it turned out beautifully. Just before I moved back west the book was picked up and just after I left they dived into full fledged production. Fast forward....I move BACK to NY and have the privilege to work on the last few book shoots, which happened to include the cover. (yes, that is my arm in that little lace number) NOW, as of today this labor of love is up for pre sale on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Matthew-Robbins-Inspired-Weddings-Designing/dp/1584798939/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1309356437&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;amazon&lt;/a&gt;. Granted you wont get it until January, but it is on sale if you order asap. I love this book. It is absolutely GORGEOUS, from cover to cover. I am so proud of Matthew, I honestly get teary eyed every time I look through it. The book captures his aesthetic perfectly. You will literally gasp every time you turn the page. I really cant rave enough about it, its stunning in every sense of the word. This is NOT just a book for brides, it belongs on everyone's coffee table, believe me.&amp;nbsp; I simply cannot wait to get it in my hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-3190507270854780123?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3190507270854780123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=3190507270854780123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3190507270854780123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3190507270854780123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/06/labor-of-love.html' title='Labor of love'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Hlk6nNt_PY/TgvRSzES51I/AAAAAAAABFM/UOaeP9B1TU4/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-2162632905560636513</id><published>2011-06-25T07:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T07:47:12.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fun new blog</title><content type='html'>found this fun little blog...thought i would share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.giverslog.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-2162632905560636513?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2162632905560636513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=2162632905560636513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2162632905560636513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2162632905560636513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/06/fun-new-blog.html' title='fun new blog'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-9086432138131330679</id><published>2011-05-25T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:10:10.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna, Ella &amp; Alissa come to NYC!!</title><content type='html'>We had an amazing few days with the packer girls. We had some rain, some glorious sun, lots of good eats and some major fun. Thank goodness for iphones, (and some great shots from chris). We are counting down the days until the next trip! Thank YOU for coming, love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3BuPjBgDCE/Td2YUzTXrvI/AAAAAAAABEw/BxvYqGQD8TE/s1600/Picture+129.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3BuPjBgDCE/Td2YUzTXrvI/AAAAAAAABEw/BxvYqGQD8TE/s320/Picture+129.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ella found her favorite number...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OA5BnTS9DKI/Td2ZYyAFheI/AAAAAAAABFE/VUxN3tWosN4/s320/Picture+17.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ava loves Anna, Anna loves TV. sorry Ava girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNnQFNcjGqI/Td2ZbKRnDTI/AAAAAAAABFI/J6RAbpLDqWY/s1600/Picture+18.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Alissa come to NYC!!'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3BuPjBgDCE/Td2YUzTXrvI/AAAAAAAABEw/BxvYqGQD8TE/s72-c/Picture+129.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-1633181939098723441</id><published>2011-05-18T21:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:05:56.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston Crosby Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFjm6nYzzkE/TdSHvJahLUI/AAAAAAAABDs/taQZGJUcfJI/s1600/Picture+118.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFjm6nYzzkE/TdSHvJahLUI/AAAAAAAABDs/taQZGJUcfJI/s400/Picture+118.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-06vwDyGG4WM/TdSIX5Dn4MI/AAAAAAAABEg/fUndJqqyVB8/s400/Picture+131.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-1633181939098723441?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1633181939098723441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=1633181939098723441' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1633181939098723441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1633181939098723441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/05/boston-crosby-party.html' title='Boston Crosby Party'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFjm6nYzzkE/TdSHvJahLUI/AAAAAAAABDs/taQZGJUcfJI/s72-c/Picture+118.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-5313785807678265226</id><published>2011-05-12T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:25:08.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>brag a little</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;THIS GUY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwDGinii3Vg/TcvacWyUZAI/AAAAAAAABDc/aEDPr1OGAf0/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwDGinii3Vg/TcvacWyUZAI/AAAAAAAABDc/aEDPr1OGAf0/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is not only cute (picture courtesy of our recent trip to boston...which I promise to blog about soon) but it talented and smart too. I always knew he was smart, and not just a wiz at jeopardy (which, yes is on at our house every night at 7) kind of smart...like REALLY SMART. The latest proof, chris got into grad school!!! and even more exciting...he has decided to go to grad school! So many questions are going through your head right now...let me answer them for you. WHAT?: The program will give Chris a Masters in Branding (very cool considering branding has always been his interest.) It is not a designed based program, but hopefully his design background will give him a leg up on his classmates. It is somewhere between a MFA and a MBA. cool, right? WHERE?: Right here in NYC, baby...a great school called SVA (school of visual arts). WHEN?: it is a one year program that starts in September, and goes through July. It is a night program so chris can continue to work at his current job (double bonus for us on the $$ front...but poor guy is going to be VERY VERY busy). Does that answer all your questions?&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I couldnt be more proud...now we just need to get him a new backpack and go to costco for school lunch (or dinner) supplies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...and starting in september, if you live in NYC...my schedule is opening up big time. Bring on sewing club, book club, movie club...im in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-5313785807678265226?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5313785807678265226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=5313785807678265226' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5313785807678265226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5313785807678265226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/05/brag-little.html' title='brag a little'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwDGinii3Vg/TcvacWyUZAI/AAAAAAAABDc/aEDPr1OGAf0/s72-c/IMG_0468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-1756445938217229175</id><published>2011-04-06T18:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:58:53.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>beets...beets...beets</title><content type='html'>i love beets. i know they taste like dirt, somehow i still love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had some extra golden beets today at work (for an all vegetable centerpiece wedding...cool) so I found a recipe online that i happened to have all the ingredients for. it was really good. REALLY good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8bT1STDuMw/TZ0MNlG4unI/AAAAAAAABDY/ePOrbiON4z0/s1600/Photo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8bT1STDuMw/TZ0MNlG4unI/AAAAAAAABDY/ePOrbiON4z0/s320/Photo1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:info@propsfortoday.com"&gt;http://www.dietdessertndogs.com/2008/08/31/roasted-beet-and-quinoa-salad/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-1756445938217229175?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1756445938217229175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=1756445938217229175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1756445938217229175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1756445938217229175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/04/beetsbeetsbeets.html' title='beets...beets...beets'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8bT1STDuMw/TZ0MNlG4unI/AAAAAAAABDY/ePOrbiON4z0/s72-c/Photo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-4237184433911754072</id><published>2011-03-05T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:20:23.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>might as well learn from the best...</title><content type='html'>I work for the best. He is a master florist. I have been working with him for about 2 years (cumulatively) and haven't touched the flowers. This time around I figured I might as well try it out...I've made 3 arrangements and I think I am going to keep up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r5MJcESG9MQ/TXJiXduvaeI/AAAAAAAABC8/FgP5J8WcDoA/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r5MJcESG9MQ/TXJiXduvaeI/AAAAAAAABC8/FgP5J8WcDoA/s320/photo%25283%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-s_W-z0Kt_E4/TXJiSj4RjQI/AAAAAAAABC4/VV8etpPJufc/s1600/photo%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-s_W-z0Kt_E4/TXJiSj4RjQI/AAAAAAAABC4/VV8etpPJufc/s320/photo%25284%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Week 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-79TSnCW6ezU/TXJicXb0n6I/AAAAAAAABDA/FqPs6sxfWaQ/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-79TSnCW6ezU/TXJicXb0n6I/AAAAAAAABDA/FqPs6sxfWaQ/s320/photo%25282%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-4237184433911754072?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4237184433911754072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=4237184433911754072' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4237184433911754072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4237184433911754072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/03/might-as-well-learn-from-best.html' title='might as well learn from the best...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r5MJcESG9MQ/TXJiXduvaeI/AAAAAAAABC8/FgP5J8WcDoA/s72-c/photo%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7424349339931438161</id><published>2011-02-27T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:22:57.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEB.</title><content type='html'>Where is time going! Seriously, I feel like christmas was last week. But no...here we are welcoming march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well February was a big month for the crosbys. Anniversary...we kept it low key. Movie and dinner and a the hospital. (thank you baby ava).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BgfOBdLlJhM/TWrMVTDpxyI/AAAAAAAABCY/Bnie4weap28/s1600/IMG_0943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Valentines day...which we decided to celebrate late because chris had to work late on the 14th. I let chris do a surprise V-day night for me and it was SO. MUCH. FUN. He woke me up in the morning when he left to work and I noticed he was all dressed up. Intriguing. He texted me mid day with an address and a time. It was so fun walking down the street trying to figure out which place we were going. It felt like a scavenger hunt. The address ended up being a great little greek place. The food was delicious...the dessert was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BgfOBdLlJhM/TWrMVTDpxyI/AAAAAAAABCY/Bnie4weap28/s1600/IMG_0943.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BgfOBdLlJhM/TWrMVTDpxyI/AAAAAAAABCY/Bnie4weap28/s320/IMG_0943.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XhE5vaIJZtI/TWrMWeUyO4I/AAAAAAAABCc/G5XWi-iUnZU/s1600/IMG_0952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next we walked up to times square...I didnt know what to think because we never go to times square unless we have to. What is in times square besides the biggest Forever 21 in the city...the theater district!!! JERSEY BOYS tickets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XhE5vaIJZtI/TWrMWeUyO4I/AAAAAAAABCc/G5XWi-iUnZU/s1600/IMG_0952.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XhE5vaIJZtI/TWrMWeUyO4I/AAAAAAAABCc/G5XWi-iUnZU/s320/IMG_0952.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know a thing about the show going into it and I LOVED it. we had SO much fun. We hadnt been to a show since we got to the city and was on our to do list. Chris nailed it. He had to go to work early so he could sneak out and get tickets for us midday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I thought we were just going home, but then chris started walking in the wrong direction. we walked into this swanky hotel and I really thought we were going to clubbing. clubbing?? really chris, NOPE. STAYCATION baby...hotel in times square. It was so fun. Complete with a midnight run to duane read for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4IY9XVSjth0/TWrOjESc6BI/AAAAAAAABC0/2f68btJNSNk/s1600/IMG_0954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4IY9XVSjth0/TWrOjESc6BI/AAAAAAAABC0/2f68btJNSNk/s320/IMG_0954.JPG" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great night. We have been trying to take advantage of the city...so this was the perfect date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XqYmzPCYFGM/TWrMgJfc0SI/AAAAAAAABCg/qNyw_txhCdI/s1600/IMG_0954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was our first party. We threw a little Valentines day "after party". we had a great time, but didnt get many pics of the actual party party. So here is the apartment, pre party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XqYmzPCYFGM/TWrMgJfc0SI/AAAAAAAABCg/qNyw_txhCdI/s1600/IMG_0954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1BpmkU-f1uA/TWrMqYSGIrI/AAAAAAAABCk/k8IOFGNOJTI/s1600/IMG_0957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1BpmkU-f1uA/TWrMqYSGIrI/AAAAAAAABCk/k8IOFGNOJTI/s320/IMG_0957.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pdj0NbVBKls/TWrM1xYtYOI/AAAAAAAABCo/7yl9ZalSTdw/s1600/IMG_0959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pdj0NbVBKls/TWrM1xYtYOI/AAAAAAAABCo/7yl9ZalSTdw/s320/IMG_0959.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-an1uqNnFHRY/TWrM_RG5eyI/AAAAAAAABCs/iPFh3LpLu0M/s1600/IMG_0960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-an1uqNnFHRY/TWrM_RG5eyI/AAAAAAAABCs/iPFh3LpLu0M/s320/IMG_0960.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lqVTSoZo1Oc/TWrNK-u-bTI/AAAAAAAABCw/tOt6hZdOO80/s1600/IMG_0961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lqVTSoZo1Oc/TWrNK-u-bTI/AAAAAAAABCw/tOt6hZdOO80/s320/IMG_0961.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have been trying to be more adventurous and try more restaurants. This week we went to The Tipsy Parson on 19th and 9th ave. it was AMAZING. southern inspired, and to die for. If you are ever down in that hood, it is worth stopping in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-7424349339931438161?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7424349339931438161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=7424349339931438161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7424349339931438161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7424349339931438161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/02/feb.html' title='FEB.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BgfOBdLlJhM/TWrMVTDpxyI/AAAAAAAABCY/Bnie4weap28/s72-c/IMG_0943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-1904798306595157461</id><published>2011-02-21T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T10:56:32.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BHLD</title><content type='html'>So I was blogging for work and did a post to feature anthropologies new bridal line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first can I say...I LOVE a few of the gowns, but expected to love ALL of them. A little dissapointed there. However did you see thier cover up section? They nailed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bhldn.com/the-shop_cover-ups/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rLNK6CfolOg/TWKnMbGzezI/AAAAAAAABCQ/sLYzDHfKfss/s1600/anthro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rLNK6CfolOg/TWKnMbGzezI/AAAAAAAABCQ/sLYzDHfKfss/s320/anthro.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh, and the shoes are amazing too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-1904798306595157461?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1904798306595157461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=1904798306595157461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1904798306595157461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1904798306595157461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/02/bhld.html' title='BHLD'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rLNK6CfolOg/TWKnMbGzezI/AAAAAAAABCQ/sLYzDHfKfss/s72-c/anthro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-350506935432082156</id><published>2011-02-17T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:52:27.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG week</title><content type='html'>Maybe you don't read my sisters blogs...or check their facebooks. IF NOT...keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very big week last week. The harman family welcomed 2, yes you heard me right 2 brand new, darling baby girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEB 6-&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I were in a movie celebrating our anniversary when we got the text from my mom saying Jamie was FINALLY in the hospital!! Baby number one on the way. She is here, she is beautiful. We love her more and more everyday...and we are happy to share our anniversary date with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing miss Ava Lynn Wride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPrp1se5ozo/TV3NxU9QRvI/AAAAAAAABCE/BsiqXZa2irc/s1600/ava+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPrp1se5ozo/TV3NxU9QRvI/AAAAAAAABCE/BsiqXZa2irc/s400/ava+girl.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa (king of the nick names for these grand babies) calls her Bambino. Apparently Babe Ruth also shares her birthday. It was going to be babe until he heard she was born at 8 pounds 11 ounces...the great bambino seemed more appropriate. I call her Ava girl. Taylor is smitten, and chris is getting more and more comfortable. He held her for 20 minutes the other night and I think he fell in love.&amp;nbsp; I think one of our own...someday...doesnt seem like such a scary idea to him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 4 days later we were blessed with this little one. miss Anna Elise Packer. I haven't met her yet, but I cant believe how connected I already feel to her. On any given day you will find me going through pictures of her on my iphone. Dont worry, grandpa has a special name for her too...this one is banana. I think it will stick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUeYz6791X8/TV3N9Yxf-tI/AAAAAAAABCI/v5bEidQx-_o/s1600/anna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUeYz6791X8/TV3N9Yxf-tI/AAAAAAAABCI/v5bEidQx-_o/s400/anna.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is amazing how much this little family of 3 girls has grown SO much in just a few years. Suddenly we have 3 husbands, and 3 little precious baby girls to add to the mix. I think this is what they call heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture makes me tear up each time I look at it. Dont you just love the sheer joy on ella's face? Now that the novelty has worn off I hear she is craving some of the attention little anna has taken away from her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vgBVc8eCWhY/TV3QD45OgmI/AAAAAAAABCM/nWa_FGkmyiY/s1600/anna+ella.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vgBVc8eCWhY/TV3QD45OgmI/AAAAAAAABCM/nWa_FGkmyiY/s320/anna+ella.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And yes we now have a AVA, ANNA and ELLA. It can get a little confusing but we are working on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say if you run into a harman on the street, they will have a smile on their face. we have much to be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you baby girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-350506935432082156?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/350506935432082156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=350506935432082156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/350506935432082156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/350506935432082156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-week.html' title='BIG week'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPrp1se5ozo/TV3NxU9QRvI/AAAAAAAABCE/BsiqXZa2irc/s72-c/ava+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-3327238131351033612</id><published>2011-01-28T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T13:40:43.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not original</title><content type='html'>all the original posts are credited to the husband as of late. All I post are links to things im loving lately. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this new blog that I am loving.&lt;br /&gt;http://mynewroots.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;I am not planning on going vegan, vegetarian or raw lately...however I am always trying to be more healthy. I haven't tried any of the recipes yet (trying the banana bread and cauliflower soup tonight...I'll let you know), but everything looks SOOO good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, who has tried a gel manicure yet? Nope, they don't file down your nails like with acrylics. Just a nice gel based regular manicure...the amazing part is they don't chip, and last for 2 weeks. I got mine on wednesday, and so far...loving it. I will let you know if they last the whole 2 weeks. If so, im on board for this every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-3327238131351033612?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3327238131351033612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=3327238131351033612' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3327238131351033612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3327238131351033612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-original.html' title='not original'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-5794395773728804938</id><published>2011-01-14T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T17:43:15.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimbot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TTDstzzDUdI/AAAAAAAABBU/HQqy14OW8iE/s1600/kimbot.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TTDstzzDUdI/AAAAAAAABBU/HQqy14OW8iE/s320/kimbot.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Click the pic for more cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-5794395773728804938?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5794395773728804938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=5794395773728804938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5794395773728804938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5794395773728804938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/01/kimbot.html' title='Kimbot'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TTDstzzDUdI/AAAAAAAABBU/HQqy14OW8iE/s72-c/kimbot.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-5285144295216884895</id><published>2011-01-05T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:41:51.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more</title><content type='html'>I forgot 2 of my new favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No More Tangles shampoo by Johnson and Johnson. Chris started working at J&amp;amp;J when we moved to the city and brought this home as a sample. I used it out out of desperation because my good shampoo was still packed in a box. Turns out, I LOVE IT. I dont have to use conditioner, and on my fine, thin hair that is a dream come true. LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TSSdQCGH1tI/AAAAAAAABBM/S72lOnGxJS0/s1600/no+tangles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TSSdQCGH1tI/AAAAAAAABBM/S72lOnGxJS0/s320/no+tangles.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My mom introduced me to  Bobbi Brown Treatment Lip Shine SPF 15, in Berry. It is the perfect way to get some major color on your lips (a nice berry red) without the hassle of lipstick. It goes on soft and smooth and doesnt bleed. TRY IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TSSfQ5hH4-I/AAAAAAAABBQ/3yS_OkdwcPQ/s1600/bobbi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TSSfQ5hH4-I/AAAAAAAABBQ/3yS_OkdwcPQ/s320/bobbi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-5285144295216884895?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5285144295216884895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=5285144295216884895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5285144295216884895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5285144295216884895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-more.html' title='2 more'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TSSdQCGH1tI/AAAAAAAABBM/S72lOnGxJS0/s72-c/no+tangles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-2615299766688398066</id><published>2011-01-02T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:03:38.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorites</title><content type='html'>With a 2 year old around, our christmas was knee deep in favorites. It got me thinking of some of my favorite things (I sound a lot like oprah right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sisters. Being away from one and closer to another I have realized how much I love my sisters. There is no one that understands you better, and no one easier to spend time with. I love them both and wish we could all live in one state already!! (moms are pretty good too. I never ever ever ever ever ever ever get sick of spending time with my mom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. rock star jeans at old navy. i have them in black and denim. I LOVE THEM. so so comfortable and they dont loose their shape after one wear (or 5 for that matter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TSE5b8Zh9GI/AAAAAAAABBE/4IL7WgCnjpg/s1600/16223828_117123_raw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TSE5b8Zh9GI/AAAAAAAABBE/4IL7WgCnjpg/s320/16223828_117123_raw.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. John frieda frizz-ease Dream curls spray. you are probably saying kimmy doesnt have curly or fizzy hair, you are right. But it does help give my hair just a little more wave. Which cuts down on the blow drying considerably. I love it. (and it smells good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TSE6kmHbAbI/AAAAAAAABBI/Y0XNuz9fRKc/s1600/pBBW1-5570609dt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TSE6kmHbAbI/AAAAAAAABBI/Y0XNuz9fRKc/s320/pBBW1-5570609dt.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. butterfly flower body spray (bath and body works). Santa (or debbie) stuffed my stocking with this one...and not only do I love it, chris does too. try it out (but dont just smell from the bottle, it smells totally different on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. sweet hairstylist that dont make you feel guilty when you come back the next day because when you said a little darker, you didnt really mean it. (if you need a good hair girl in SLC, LET ME KNOW! Mandy is the BEST, BEST, BEST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. movie theaters. I never get sick of going out to the movies. I love the popcorn, the diet coke, and if you are at 33rd in SLC, the minnows. (chris' description of these are fake, stale swedish fish that stick to your teeth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. husbands that will make you new blog headers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a merry merry christmas (WE DID!) and a happy new year (thanks to the fox's for the movie, the bed and the ride to the airport EARLY new years day)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-2615299766688398066?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2615299766688398066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=2615299766688398066' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2615299766688398066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2615299766688398066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2011/01/favorites.html' title='Favorites'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TSE5b8Zh9GI/AAAAAAAABBE/4IL7WgCnjpg/s72-c/16223828_117123_raw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-2611850471434600842</id><published>2010-12-31T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:33:16.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Widower-ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TR6DiyOWl9I/AAAAAAAABBA/NE8HungjwRo/s1600/beardProtest.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TR6DiyOWl9I/AAAAAAAABBA/NE8HungjwRo/s320/beardProtest.gif" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been a negligent blog contributor. I had a post all thought out while Kimmy was in Cabo, but then couldn't remember our log-in. So here's my belated post:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy is in Cabo for work, and as is customary when she leaves town, I am growing a beard in protest (click on the picture for full effect). We've been married less than a year and I already fall apart when my wife leaves. I broke a glass. I couldn't find my laptop power cord. I almost blew up the apartment (the details are not important). I subsist solely on hummus, tortilla chips and peanut M&amp;amp;M's. Pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm wearing more black. Didn't think it would happen so soon, but New York has blackened me. Mostly just on the outside, though. I was walking home after work and saw my reflection and realized I was wearing a black beanie, black scarf, black coat, black jeans, black shoes...literally black head-to-toe. Add my scruffy beard I might pass for an angsty vampire in a young adult/young adult at heart novel. I thought, "Kimmy might dig this..." Too bad she's in Cabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for my sugar momma to come home. I don't have the stomach for bachelorhood anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, did you see Kimmy was on Martha Stewart's blog &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;? AND on the Nate Burkas show? I'm so proud to be her trophy husband!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-2611850471434600842?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2611850471434600842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=2611850471434600842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2611850471434600842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2611850471434600842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/12/widower-ed.html' title='Widower-ed'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TR6DiyOWl9I/AAAAAAAABBA/NE8HungjwRo/s72-c/beardProtest.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7326419091769713419</id><published>2010-12-21T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T18:34:36.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another one...</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was noelle's birthday. I love noelle...why? Because she truly is the most loving, selfless and genuine person I know. I mean it. Need me to prove it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I got brain surgery. Noelle was one of the first things I remember waking up to, which was a blessing to me. But what I will always be more than grateful for is what she did when I was under the knife (or the laser as it was). As you can imagine the few hours I was in surgery are most difficult on my parents. Noelle came to the hospital, sat in the waiting room with my mom, dad and sister and chatted with them. Sounds simple, but if you know noelle you know that she is the most capable chatter in the world. She was able to make them laugh and get their mind off the surgery. Both of my parents have commented how grateful they were for her that day. To this day I am baffled that she would care enough about me to think about what my parents might be going through on a tough day, and then to do something about it. I will forever be grateful for having miss noelle in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other reasons you should have noelle as your BF if she isnt already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she will through you a killer party. whether it is a surprise birthday party, the perfect bridal shower, a couples holiday party...expect to be blown away.&lt;br /&gt;-she LOVES a good project. No matter how huge, noelle will help you get through it. If she is not in the same state (or country) as you, she will internet shop/research till it is done.&lt;br /&gt;-she will listen to you no matter how ridiculous you are being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you noni. here is to another amazing year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TRFU95LYxuI/AAAAAAAABAo/Woax87Sw6Eg/s1600/IMG_0837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TRFU95LYxuI/AAAAAAAABAo/Woax87Sw6Eg/s320/IMG_0837.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-7326419091769713419?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7326419091769713419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=7326419091769713419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7326419091769713419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7326419091769713419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-one.html' title='another one...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TRFU95LYxuI/AAAAAAAABAo/Woax87Sw6Eg/s72-c/IMG_0837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-9180130128035976623</id><published>2010-11-30T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:18:42.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>It is a &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;GOLDEN&lt;/span&gt; day. Gold, because it is the last day of november and gold is a fall color? NO. Gold because today, on the 30th of November my Chris turns 30! GOLDEN birthday. LUCKY birthday. So today, 30 things I love about chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His ability to never leave anyone out. I don't usually like to mix groups but Chris is not hindered by groups, he always invites anyone that he thinks would want, need to be invited.&lt;br /&gt;2. He always makes the bed.&lt;br /&gt;3. Every time I come home from a long business trip the house is clean, and this last time there was flowers.&lt;br /&gt;4. Every night before we go to bed he thanks me for marrying him.&lt;br /&gt;5. Despite our differing taste in music he is &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt; some of my music&lt;br /&gt;6. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;7. Loves his family&lt;br /&gt;8. Loyal to his friends. His friends are for life.&lt;br /&gt;9. He is incredibly diligent in his callings, which is something I could work on.&lt;br /&gt;10. Will watch stupid TV with me&lt;br /&gt;11. is a perfectionist. i find it endearing because i am SO not. &lt;br /&gt;12. He loves food, and will eat anything I make for dinner&lt;br /&gt;13. Is the most observant and thoughtful guy I know.&lt;br /&gt;14. He is 100% genuine&lt;br /&gt;15. His laugh always makes me laugh. It's contagious. &lt;br /&gt;16. BLUE BLUE BLUE BLUE eyes, lets hope the kids get them&lt;br /&gt;17. Selfless. shocks me how much so&lt;br /&gt;18. Total Harry Potter nerd, I think its cute&lt;br /&gt;19. Loves all things pirate, again I think its cute&lt;br /&gt;20. This boy can JAM. yes, for those of you NON basketball wives, JAM means DUNK. yup, this guy is crazy good on the court. He would never let on, but he is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;21. Humble. One of the things that his best friend told me about chris is that he is humble. Sam was right.&lt;br /&gt;22. He is an incredible designer. One of my favorite things to do is watch him work. I am fascinated by how he thinks as a designer, again because it is so far out of my relm.&lt;br /&gt;23. Compromise, he is the best compromiser. When we want different things, he always finds away to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;24. Photogenic...have you seen this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TPUTs8XANgI/AAAAAAAABAk/0NKJqrDUoJs/s1600/crosby013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TPUTs8XANgI/AAAAAAAABAk/0NKJqrDUoJs/s320/crosby013.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;25. SMART.&lt;br /&gt;26. Patient. I pray, pray, pray that our kids are as patient as chris.&lt;br /&gt;27. I love that chris LOVES halloween. Its his favorite holiday, not christmas where you get TONS of presents, but halloween. Says a lot about him.&lt;br /&gt;28. sweet. if you know chris, you know how sweet he is. not a mean bone in his body. Expect for when he plays games. THEN the crazy comes out. &lt;br /&gt;29. This boy is HIP. all the men in the family are taking hip advice from this guy.&lt;br /&gt;30. He will ALWAYS always always rub my feet. I think I have the best husband ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it was cheezy, but not really. I LOVE YOU BABE!!!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-9180130128035976623?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/9180130128035976623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=9180130128035976623' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/9180130128035976623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/9180130128035976623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TPUTs8XANgI/AAAAAAAABAk/0NKJqrDUoJs/s72-c/crosby013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7132866765895280879</id><published>2010-10-31T21:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:20:59.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TM4tU_0pfwI/AAAAAAAABAQ/7GVHIPBXtSI/s640/IMG_0596.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;creepy crosby plot...jess and i are trying to be creepy. chris REALLY is creepy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TM4tU_0pfwI/AAAAAAAABAQ/7GVHIPBXtSI/s1600/IMG_0596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chris's sister Jess and her husband Adam came to visit this week. WE. HAD. A. BALL. It was so much fun to have visitors (and it forced us to get everything unpacked, cleaned up, and organized). To celebrate halloween we went up Sleepy Hallow. What better way to celebrate, right!?? We spent a while in sleepy hallow cemetery, it was SOO COOL. and the leaves upstate are out of this world right now. It was seriously such a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f88dc4faee825d0f" 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://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df88dc4faee825d0f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331742135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23AFB30D200ED65CEB3F7717AA72A0D7996B9ACB.81F9357D20D5BC905BBC0C79E8C58B85B8A509BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df88dc4faee825d0f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DO0eeP7o9puzFU11V2QE9W-mbzho&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://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df88dc4faee825d0f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331742135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23AFB30D200ED65CEB3F7717AA72A0D7996B9ACB.81F9357D20D5BC905BBC0C79E8C58B85B8A509BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df88dc4faee825d0f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DO0eeP7o9puzFU11V2QE9W-mbzho&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TM4t2r_DVCI/AAAAAAAABAU/xJyNI6hpSH0/s320/IMG_0601.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;chris found us some really great costumes...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TM4t2r_DVCI/AAAAAAAABAU/xJyNI6hpSH0/s1600/IMG_0601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TM4uDOApBZI/AAAAAAAABAY/CS8jT6EG5Fw/s1600/IMG_0602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TM4uDOApBZI/AAAAAAAABAY/CS8jT6EG5Fw/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TM4uQkUk6CI/AAAAAAAABAc/AjWjsODjE-c/s640/IMG_0605.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="477" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;great props at haunted forest. it was SO awesome. complete with a headless horseman on a real HUGE horse (see him below!!).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TM4uQkUk6CI/AAAAAAAABAc/AjWjsODjE-c/s1600/IMG_0605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TM4v6zCb_lI/AAAAAAAABAg/4jm7mdAe564/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TM4v6zCb_lI/AAAAAAAABAg/4jm7mdAe564/s320/IMG_0606.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cemetary, a great dinner, a sleepy hollow block party (yes, we danced) we went to the haunted forest. it was so great. It was all ouside around a spooky pond, through old barns and through fields. the actors and sets wer so great. by far the best haunted house ive ever been to. Next we headed over to the pumpkin blaze. 4,000 pumpkins carved, stacked, it was insane. We loved it. The pictures didnt turn out great, but here is an idea. WE LOVE NY HALLOWEEN!!! thanks for coming jess and adam, come back SOON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8a2c45182fdb755a" 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://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a2c45182fdb755a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331742135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D684FEC6A5D7095B886EB0FFEDF7BF95039B44D0D.66CF557F06C00ACBC16371DBB33A441D5460C2E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a2c45182fdb755a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dokf6U0CwCJ-uLPpN9UvaHITlC4s&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://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a2c45182fdb755a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331742135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D684FEC6A5D7095B886EB0FFEDF7BF95039B44D0D.66CF557F06C00ACBC16371DBB33A441D5460C2E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a2c45182fdb755a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dokf6U0CwCJ-uLPpN9UvaHITlC4s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is probably the least exciting video. they are towers of pumpkins carved to make sunflowers...really cool. they had dinosaurs, pirates, butterflies, snakes...everything. somehow i only got the sunflowers on my phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-7132866765895280879?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7132866765895280879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=7132866765895280879' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7132866765895280879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7132866765895280879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TM4tU_0pfwI/AAAAAAAABAQ/7GVHIPBXtSI/s72-c/IMG_0596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-1202233279738818372</id><published>2010-10-20T20:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:12:46.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SO, SO, SO, SO BUSY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Really, seriously, non stop, B-U-S-Y. when did that happen...oh...I know...when we got an apartment and jobs. We go to work, then to ikea, then to work, then to home depot, then to work, then back to ikea. Its been NON stop, but we are very happy busy bees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are having fun getting creative with storage. I can make my kitchen as girly as I want. (chris says). So I even got lace curtains...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TL-fDvFaYcI/AAAAAAAABAE/qSrQIIT_D-s/s1600/photo%283%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TL-fDvFaYcI/AAAAAAAABAE/qSrQIIT_D-s/s320/photo%283%29.JPG" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PARK views...don't ask taylor about it, sore subject.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TL-fIew75ZI/AAAAAAAABAI/E2ehxnk9-uo/s1600/photo%285%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TL-fIew75ZI/AAAAAAAABAI/E2ehxnk9-uo/s320/photo%285%29.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dining "room" table is our favorite. You can have one side up (as pictured), no sides up (when we really need the space, or both sides up for when mom, dad, al, ryan and ELLA (!!!) come for thanksgiving!! Its the perfect NY item.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TL-fM46-55I/AAAAAAAABAM/3wgXPZW98Dg/s1600/photo%284%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TL-fM46-55I/AAAAAAAABAM/3wgXPZW98Dg/s320/photo%284%29.JPG" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are loving our apartment. We are 1 block from the subway, 2 blocks from the park and 3 express stops + 2 local stops to work. Not bad huh. OH and did I mention we have 2 bedrooms. That means when YOU come to stay...you will have your own room. You will just have to share it with our desks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been great. I am back in the swing of things with my old job and have been having a great time! Check out &lt;a href="http://www.shanecarpenterweddings.com/galleries/msw_market2010/large-204.html"&gt;yours truly&lt;/a&gt; popping up on all these crazy wedding blogs from the martha event last weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-1202233279738818372?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1202233279738818372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=1202233279738818372' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1202233279738818372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1202233279738818372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-so-so-so-busy.html' title='SO, SO, SO, SO BUSY!!!!'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TL-fDvFaYcI/AAAAAAAABAE/qSrQIIT_D-s/s72-c/photo%283%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-3529077256219626661</id><published>2010-09-23T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:22:02.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TJtidR_Ox-I/AAAAAAAAA_k/YaTef0lLMgA/s1600/autoRecessive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TJtidR_Ox-I/AAAAAAAAA_k/YaTef0lLMgA/s320/autoRecessive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This acronym has become a staple at our house as of late. Cystic Fibrosis. The long story short is that both of my sisters are pregnant (2 baby girls come winter!!!) Jamie lives in NY, and in all her pregnancy tests we found out she is a carrier for CF. Obviously this caused some alarm, and some research. Both parents have to be carriers for the child to have a 25% chance of having the disease. Taylor (jamie's husband) got tested. Not a carrier. Baby 1, SAFE! My other sister alissa decided to get tested, again...she is a carrier, however Ryan her husband is also not a carrier. (have I lost anyone yet). Baby 2, SAFE! Alissa who is also a doctor advised Chris and I to get tested before we get pregnant. As we were both on great insurance in Utah we did it before we moved. Not surprisingly, I too am a carrier. Us harman girls really know how to mutate some genes! The day after we moved to the city we got Chris's results back and yes...he too is a carrier. My first reaction was shock. Neither of our families have any history with the disease and we were not expecting this. Second reaction was sadness. I wasnt angry, or scared, just sad. I am always surprised by how I react to big news. Third reaction, after talking it through with chris, my sisters and my mom I just realized more than anything else how grateful I am that we found out when we did. If jamie had not been a carrier, none of us would have ever gotten tested. Grateful it was me (not pregnant) and not my sisters who are pregnant. And grateful there is hope. and options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do a special gene selection combined with invitro to get the good genes (excuse my lack of medical terms...we are still learning). This is expensive, but who can put a price on HEALTHY babies! and who knows, this way we might even consider twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can adopt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can risk it. There is a 25% chance the baby will have cystic fibrosis. However, both of our mutations are on the mild side. We are still learning how sever it could be if we went for it, and medication and treatment have come a very long ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be safe we have started saving our pennies. Baby pennies! We feel so grateful we found this all out when we still have time, time to save, time to research, time to prevent. Thanks to everyone that has been so supportive these past few weeks, you have been our life savers. Its amazing what you can do with a little love on your side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-3529077256219626661?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3529077256219626661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=3529077256219626661' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3529077256219626661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3529077256219626661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/09/cf.html' title='CF'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TJtidR_Ox-I/AAAAAAAAA_k/YaTef0lLMgA/s72-c/autoRecessive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-4561587914800349084</id><published>2010-09-13T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:59:23.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>staying busy</title><content type='html'>the last 3 months have been BEYOND busy, and now we are here. job is looking good, but havent started yet. chris has started (and is really liking it) so my days are well...different than the last 3 months. So my goal is to stay busy and not spend tons of money. I hate spending money when im not making money. So what do I need from you?? What is your FAVORITE thing to do in the city? Im making a list. I dont care if it is cheap or expensive. something you only do once, or something you can do everyday. I want to hear it, anything, everything!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-4561587914800349084?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4561587914800349084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=4561587914800349084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4561587914800349084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4561587914800349084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/09/staying-busy.html' title='staying busy'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-5877054699985028930</id><published>2010-09-11T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T19:34:20.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>city bus tour</title><content type='html'>before we left my dad gave us 100 bucks and told us to spend it on something that we would not have bought otherwise. it only took 2 days for us to figure out what we wanted to treat ourselves to. the hop on, hop off city bus tour. let me tell you something, it was awesome. I have always wanted to do it, but never wanted to give up $40 for it. Today was BEAUTIFUL, clear skies, NO humidity, and about 75 degrees. autumn in new york is everything they say it is. anyway we started at times square (I haven't switched over to NY mode yet and even enjoyed the leisurely pace in the square).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TIwq6dfQNQI/AAAAAAAAA_M/trvr4BDYZ7A/s1600/IMG_0436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TIwq6dfQNQI/AAAAAAAAA_M/trvr4BDYZ7A/s320/IMG_0436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;embarrassing that we are THAT happy? I know, but like I said, I have always wanted to do this. &lt;br /&gt;Our first tour guide was ALL new york, and really good. he told us some history, some pop cultural references...just an enjoyable ride. We passed ground zero, and as it is 9/11 it was a mixed bag of emotions. Protesters were out by the hundreds protesting the masque. then there were protesters saying that bin laden was framed, then there were the lines of flags honoring those who died. it was touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TIwtoc_35CI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Dhfvg4YF9pg/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TIwtoc_35CI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Dhfvg4YF9pg/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(not so touching protesters) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stopped at south street seaport to walk around and have lunch. I love south street seaport. its got its very own charm. anyway, we got back on the bus and we had a new tour guide. he stumbled. he struggled. awkward. my favorite little bit went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tour guide as we pass broome street: and down this street is where heath ledger died of an overdose of prescription drugs. Michael Jackson and Elvis also had problems with prescription drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh....really. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laughed. and laughed. it was line after line with this guy. it was a great time. i would recommend the city bus tour to ANYONE. we had a blast, THANKS DAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TIwt9Gi7BSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/D8UMCsgoFeo/s1600/IMG_0444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TIwt9Gi7BSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/D8UMCsgoFeo/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yes that is chris being a bull)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-5877054699985028930?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5877054699985028930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=5877054699985028930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5877054699985028930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5877054699985028930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/09/city-bus-tour.html' title='city bus tour'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TIwq6dfQNQI/AAAAAAAAA_M/trvr4BDYZ7A/s72-c/IMG_0436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7119470253487896208</id><published>2010-09-09T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:18:12.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thank the heavens for bad weather and cancelled flights</title><content type='html'>remember 7 months ago when we had the flight home from our honeymoon from hell on united? Well we got LOADS of vouchers from united. The problem with vouchers is that they are totally impossible to use. We decided we would take advantage of the full day we had to get out to NY and took the free flight from SLC to NYC, with a layover in SAN FRANSISCO. yes, that is the wrong direction. We figured, what is the hurry, its free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we get to the airport to find out that there is fog in san fran which delayed our flight 2 hours. which made us miss our connection. Bob the united man saved the day and got us seats on a flight going through Chicago. BIG SCORE...that is in the right direction!! We got on the plane, had an easy 2.5 hour flight. We got off to find out our flight to NYC had been cancelled. we thought...oh man, united has DONE IT AGAIN. stranded in chicago. We went to the gate to find out a flight was going to La Guardia right THEN...they had just closed it but somehow i talked her into letting us on. We ran on the plane and laughed at how perfect it all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to NYC, still high on our luck. As we literally ran on the plane we went straight to the claim desk to explain the situation so we could have our bags delivered. The man asked us to wait and see if the bags made it. we humoured him...ummm...then they showed up. OUR BAGS MADE the flight. no way...NO WAY! YESSSS WAYYY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thank you united, you really have redeemed yourself, and NYC keep the good karma coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-7119470253487896208?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7119470253487896208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=7119470253487896208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7119470253487896208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7119470253487896208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/09/thank-heavens-for-bad-weather-and.html' title='thank the heavens for bad weather and cancelled flights'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-6891451014992064340</id><published>2010-09-04T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:17:40.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>joint bank account...joint blog</title><content type='html'>since we made the final step to making this marriage thing official by joining our bank accounts...I decided to let chris join my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you will notice better headers from here on out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-6891451014992064340?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6891451014992064340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=6891451014992064340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6891451014992064340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6891451014992064340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/09/joint-bank-accountjoint-blog.html' title='joint bank account...joint blog'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7488616991403787218</id><published>2010-08-30T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:05:27.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bye. bye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/THxi4tUec3I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/S_1uroM3IsM/s1600/photo-5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/THxi4tUec3I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/S_1uroM3IsM/s400/photo-5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511388770372318066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye sweet lincoln street. you were the PERFECT first home for us! we love, love, love you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, we are not out of utah yet. we handed over the keys to the lincoln house, but will be in utah for another week. with August as INSANE as it was we really needed a good week to spend with family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-7488616991403787218?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7488616991403787218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=7488616991403787218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7488616991403787218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7488616991403787218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/08/bye-bye.html' title='bye. bye.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/THxi4tUec3I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/S_1uroM3IsM/s72-c/photo-5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7320250291657011390</id><published>2010-08-16T18:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:28:57.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dresser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TGnXdOyAQzI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Kw-E7moASfE/s1600/photo%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TGnXdOyAQzI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Kw-E7moASfE/s400/photo%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506168916621148978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there seems to be a lot of interest in the dresser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the details. I got it on craigslist BRAND NEW 5 months ago. It is about 5 ft long, 3 ft tall and about 18 inches deep. The guy I bought it from was a hardwood floor guy who worked on a model homes. Apparently one of the houses he worked on had to pay him in furniture...so literally this dresser was brand new. It is a really nice piece of furniture. Beautiful wood and all the drawers are on glide tracks. I'm selling it for 300. Let me know if you want it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, we have really loved all the different sizes of drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-you think im kidding about all the clothes, half bags of sugar, olive oil ect. PLEASE COME OVER, take what you want from our giveaway pile! otherwise im shipping it off to the philippines!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-7320250291657011390?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7320250291657011390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=7320250291657011390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7320250291657011390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7320250291657011390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/08/dresser.html' title='dresser'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/TGnXdOyAQzI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Kw-E7moASfE/s72-c/photo%285%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-560277386179903203</id><published>2010-08-09T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:12:56.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we're moving.</title><content type='html'>Yes, you heard it here. The Cosby's are taking their first real life, grownup move across the country. If this is the first you have heard of this, don't be offended, I didn't know until last week. Where to you say? THE city. Yes, back to the big apple. You have probably heard me say I would never go back, but things happen. Chris has two amazing opportunities out there (still not sure which one we are going to take) but decision to go has been made. How did it all go down? Chris got an email about a job in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nyc&lt;/span&gt;. We said, YUCK. no thank you. we quiet like our comfortable little life in salt lake. We went to dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;matt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;noelle&lt;/span&gt; who somehow planted a seed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chris's&lt;/span&gt; mind that maybe the city would not be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; bad. then we found out  Matt and Lovely Noelle were taking a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uhaul&lt;/span&gt; out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ny&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aug&lt;/span&gt; 12 and GENEROUSLY offered to let us piggy back. Uh oh, things seemed to be falling into place. Then there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jamie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;taylor&lt;/span&gt; who are out there. and then I got an email from our rental management company saying that our landlord sold our house and wondered if we could be out by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sept&lt;/span&gt; 1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hummmmm&lt;/span&gt;...curious. the NYC job started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sept&lt;/span&gt; 1. UGH, now it really seemed like things were falling into place. the rest is history. There is no stopping it.  Needless to say my house is a mess. The truck leaves in 2 days and we follow a few weeks after.  ARE WE CRAZY? yes. I will be at shows (for work) for 2 of the next 3 weeks...so all in all...life is more than insane around here. Thank heavens for an amazing mother who comes EVERY night to help me pack. Matt and Noelle who made the move possible. Jamie and Taylor for helping with the rushed house hunt and our lovely employers back east who REALLY make this all possible. So if you are in need of 1/2 my wardrobe...stop by. I literally am leaving most of what i have collected in the last 26 years. Need a 1/2 used bag of flower, our house is the place to be. Have an amazing dresser that will go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;craigslist&lt;/span&gt; unless you speak up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and despite my tone in this post, we truly are excited for this adventure. hopes are high that the city will be MUCH MORE FUN married rather than single. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;-we are looking for friends in the city so if you want to come too, we would love to have you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-560277386179903203?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/560277386179903203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=560277386179903203' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/560277386179903203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/560277386179903203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/08/were-moving.html' title='we&apos;re moving.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-1264475310936850489</id><published>2010-06-30T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:06:34.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the good, the bad...of wendy's</title><content type='html'>good = pomegranate vinaigrette&lt;br /&gt;bad = spicy chipotle buffalo wings (i.e. chicken nuggets soaked in buffalo wing sauce)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-1264475310936850489?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1264475310936850489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=1264475310936850489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1264475310936850489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1264475310936850489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-badof-wendys.html' title='the good, the bad...of wendy&apos;s'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-1934575357583691720</id><published>2010-06-26T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:09:47.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; buy me that bag for my birthday. my mom says i can make one...easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just counting my summer blessings. last night we went up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt; for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; with my family. grandma tweet and grandpa rob were in town. it was so nice to all just be together. the weather was beyond perfect. the food was amazing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ella&lt;/span&gt; was adorable. it was a perfect summer night. i drove home with the windows down and the music cranked, and i was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt; by how grateful i am to live close to family, in such a georgous place. and for a husband who totes right along with me, with a smile on his face (and helps with the dishes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got strawberries at costco this afternoon and they are the best i have had in a long time. yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-1934575357583691720?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1934575357583691720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=1934575357583691720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1934575357583691720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1934575357583691720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-buy-me-that-bag-for-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-6120748306155463512</id><published>2010-06-21T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T18:09:22.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i want...</title><content type='html'>i want this for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://freshlypicked.bigcartel.com/product/minty-stripe-bow-bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-6120748306155463512?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6120748306155463512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=6120748306155463512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6120748306155463512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6120748306155463512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want.html' title='i want...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7613149973242421980</id><published>2010-06-04T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:45:39.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>crosby favorites</title><content type='html'>this is for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;noelle&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have been married for long enough to have started a pretty decent list of favorites for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crosby&lt;/span&gt; family (and yes that is me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt;, not deb and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;greg&lt;/span&gt;..still getting used to that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- salt water taffy (especially red licorice flavor. its amazing)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pollo&lt;/span&gt; loco bowls from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;costco&lt;/span&gt;. (favorite is a stretch, but they are our favorite "i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to cook" meals)&lt;br /&gt;- words with friends.&lt;br /&gt;- spending time trying to keep up with the yard.&lt;br /&gt;- our house. we love this house.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;triscuts&lt;/span&gt; and cottage cheese&lt;br /&gt;- any sour gummy treats...including sour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;s'getti&lt;/span&gt;, sour straws, sour sharks.&lt;br /&gt;- popcorn&lt;br /&gt;- homemade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-why are ALL of our favorites something to do with food.&lt;br /&gt;-walks in liberty park.&lt;br /&gt;-smiths on 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. its our second home.&lt;br /&gt;- gift cards left over from the wedding...we still are loving them&lt;br /&gt;- giving dating advice to single friends. (yup, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;we've&lt;/span&gt; become that couple)&lt;br /&gt;- sewing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; altered 2 items (successfully) this week, and am pretty proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;(on that note, anyone have any ideas where i can get a summer nightgown that is modest? i took a granny one that i got as a white elephant gift and cut off the bottom, cut off the sleeves and took it in...but i could use one that was actually made for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is has turned into a list of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;chris's&lt;/span&gt; dinners. given proper instruction he is a really good cook&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mucinex&lt;/span&gt; D...it works miracles.&lt;br /&gt;- ella phrases. she has finally given in and will now say "chis", last night at dinner she handed chris his fork and said, "here chis". we know she has been holding out on us, but she finally gave in. other favorites, her addition to y on everything lately. we walked into the store last night to find my mom, she yelled across the store, "ma sue-yyyyyy!!!!!" ugh, she is cute.&lt;br /&gt;-pool parties! i have not dipped yet, but chris broke in the pool today, and i cant wait to get down there tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;-golf. this is a new, still on trial favorite...chris is doing the lesson thing...im pretty sure he is a natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. enough from us...who is ready for summer!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-7613149973242421980?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7613149973242421980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=7613149973242421980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7613149973242421980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7613149973242421980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/06/crosby-favorites.html' title='crosby favorites'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-5785429031830273924</id><published>2010-05-09T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:18:43.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mother's day</title><content type='html'>it was a very very very very good mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have it figured out. you get married and you get all the benefits of mother's day without the labor, diapers and baby food. I woke up to breakfast in bed. Raisin bran with strawberries and bananas (my absolute favorite...my mom's too for the record). Then I got 4 pieces of chocolate at church, oh...and a cookie. I did nothing but be eligible for motherhood...brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't stop there. Chris had more up his sleeve. It pays BIG time to marry a designer, look at this beautiful mother's day gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S-dqFLySo9I/AAAAAAAAA9k/2lZlE1-qGFw/s1600/KimmysKitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S-dqFLySo9I/AAAAAAAAA9k/2lZlE1-qGFw/s400/KimmysKitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469456909760373714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they match my kitchen. perfectly. I love anemones, I love cooking. I've been wanting recipe cards for a long time. I could not be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a true motherly note. I have the best mother in the world. truly, i really believe that. She is my best friend, I never, ever get sick of spending time with her. We love the same things (scrabble on her NEW iPAD, shopping, reading, cooking, spending time with family, movies, shopping...) we are a match made in heaven...literally. I get teary even thinking about it. She really just is the best. I LOVE YOU MOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S-dr44dHTHI/AAAAAAAAA9s/MyUxUWRuFFA/s1600/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S-dr44dHTHI/AAAAAAAAA9s/MyUxUWRuFFA/s400/Picture+13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469458897436101746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also so blessed with an amazing mother in law.  She is kind, thoughtful, funny, easygoing and so accepting. I have not felt anything but love from this amazing woman. Thank you deb for being EVERYTHING a mother in law could be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S-ds3dBBfNI/AAAAAAAAA90/XXIEk1Tsy4w/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S-ds3dBBfNI/AAAAAAAAA90/XXIEk1Tsy4w/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469459972402281682" 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/7114261821624992013-5785429031830273924?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5785429031830273924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=5785429031830273924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5785429031830273924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5785429031830273924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S-dqFLySo9I/AAAAAAAAA9k/2lZlE1-qGFw/s72-c/KimmysKitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-1426266663441750282</id><published>2010-03-15T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:30:33.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>they are here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S575gexcgXI/AAAAAAAAA8M/J1o3dAn5aFw/s1600-h/Picture+15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S575gexcgXI/AAAAAAAAA8M/J1o3dAn5aFw/s320/Picture+15.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449066935576461682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PICS ARE UP!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the AMAZING &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://www.leopatronephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;leo patrone's blog&lt;/a&gt; to see the condensed short and sweet version...&lt;br /&gt;or if you have time to kill, you can find the WHOLE shabang at &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://leopatrone.instaproofs.com/"&gt;leo's proof website&lt;/a&gt;! if you want to just see our favorites, let me know and i will give you our login!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are very happy. he totally captured our day. here are just a few for those of you who want just a taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S576uJZFzkI/AAAAAAAAA8k/sTdG-I2bvHM/s1600-h/Picture+19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S576uJZFzkI/AAAAAAAAA8k/sTdG-I2bvHM/s320/Picture+19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449068269866962498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S576tp1RmPI/AAAAAAAAA8c/2wxUOnAjTg8/s1600-h/Picture+18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S576tp1RmPI/AAAAAAAAA8c/2wxUOnAjTg8/s320/Picture+18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449068261395241202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S576syl9zyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/8Ff1e1-CvUU/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S576syl9zyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/8Ff1e1-CvUU/s320/Picture+17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449068246567079714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU LEO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-1426266663441750282?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1426266663441750282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=1426266663441750282' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1426266663441750282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1426266663441750282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/03/they-are-here.html' title='they are here...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S575gexcgXI/AAAAAAAAA8M/J1o3dAn5aFw/s72-c/Picture+15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7390062283895723637</id><published>2010-02-21T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:01:18.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAUIIIIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4INDHLLlbI/AAAAAAAAA7A/UEKvb1wYKYk/s1600-h/IMG_4204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4INDHLLlbI/AAAAAAAAA7A/UEKvb1wYKYk/s320/IMG_4204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440925646933693874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im officially MRS. Kimberly Crosby. sounds grown up doesnt it. we have been back from the honeymoon for almost a week! life is good. NOW i get it. everyone always RAVES about marriage. all rumors are true. seriously true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no there are no wedding pictures yet! but i promise to post them as soon as we get them! the wedding was everything i hoped for. it was such a fun, relaxed, perfect day. I cant thank everyone enough for being a part of it, and making it such a great time. BIG HUGE thanks to all the people that helped set up and break down, it was probably a REALLLLY long weekend for these dear people, and we cannot thank everyone enough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i do have pictures of is maui. and wowie, it was such a good time. we layed on the beach. we layed by the pool. we took LOONG naps (everyday). it was heaven. We did get ambitious on the last day and went whale watching, which was AMAZING and did a part (a very small part) of the road to hana. but overall, we just relaxed.  which is all we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4INENnYh0I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/1-wsIBjTZbY/s1600-h/IMG_4222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4INENnYh0I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/1-wsIBjTZbY/s320/IMG_4222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440925665842464578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How kimmy felt about whale watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4INDhzkc8I/AAAAAAAAA7I/FgH3dY29s8g/s1600-h/IMG_4220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4INDhzkc8I/AAAAAAAAA7I/FgH3dY29s8g/s320/IMG_4220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440925654082417602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how chris felt about whale watching. (ps, by the time we got out on the water he LOVED it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4INEsuvcVI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/aEoHOh_W8pU/s1600-h/IMG_4251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4INEsuvcVI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/aEoHOh_W8pU/s320/IMG_4251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440925674194825554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proof we whale watched. it seriously was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4INFOY0PHI/AAAAAAAAA7g/EOkEOfYTrfk/s1600-h/IMG_4252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4INFOY0PHI/AAAAAAAAA7g/EOkEOfYTrfk/s320/IMG_4252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440925683229670514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all lovely. all happy. all blissful. THEN we went to the airport. went to go get on the plane. oh wait, it was delayed. thats okay. we are on honeymoon high! whatever. nothing can rock our boat. we say our honeymoon ended there. the next 24 hrs. (which just happened to be valentines day) were not what you call honeymoon material. flight got cancelled. they said they would put us up in a hotel! again, whatever, another day in maui, NOT BAD! then they told us ALL the hotels on the island were booked. umm....i dont know if i belive that. so we would have to sleep there. so we spent our first valentines day here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4IOy5vF4cI/AAAAAAAAA74/6UalDGIo2ao/s1600-h/IMG_4263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4IOy5vF4cI/AAAAAAAAA74/6UalDGIo2ao/s320/IMG_4263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440927567471567298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky for us my carry on had some random items it that got us through the 24 hrs in the maui airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4IOycbu47I/AAAAAAAAA7w/DPJ1y410D08/s1600-h/IMG_4259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4IOycbu47I/AAAAAAAAA7w/DPJ1y410D08/s320/IMG_4259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440927559605740466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bikini top...OR eye mask to block out the light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4IOzlbn8oI/AAAAAAAAA8A/FeDYR2XDsGQ/s1600-h/IMG_4264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4IOzlbn8oI/AAAAAAAAA8A/FeDYR2XDsGQ/s320/IMG_4264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440927579201073794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sun dress...OR...socks for my FREEZING feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4IOx9oxMhI/AAAAAAAAA7o/vIocrPfDxpQ/s1600-h/IMG_4254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4IOx9oxMhI/AAAAAAAAA7o/vIocrPfDxpQ/s320/IMG_4254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440927551338918418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the airport had ONE newstand. or new corner. lucky for us they had a coloring book. we probably killed 3 hours with this thing. the rest of the time was walking around, sitting outside, talking, reading ect. ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson to learn: dont fly united. alwyas bring your toothbrush and pillow when you travel!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-7390062283895723637?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7390062283895723637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=7390062283895723637' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7390062283895723637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7390062283895723637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/02/mauiiiiii.html' title='MAUIIIIII'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/S4INDHLLlbI/AAAAAAAAA7A/UEKvb1wYKYk/s72-c/IMG_4204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-8292286222714197800</id><published>2010-02-04T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:37:55.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2.</title><content type='html'>im getting married in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days.&lt;br /&gt;thats two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually at this point, its a day and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y-i-p-p-eeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-8292286222714197800?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/8292286222714197800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=8292286222714197800' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/8292286222714197800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/8292286222714197800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2010/02/2.html' title='2.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-5974208423003646777</id><published>2009-12-31T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:20:40.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes the wife.</title><content type='html'>Domestic is the word of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; on my way. how? well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; set me up beautifully. Ive been wanting a sewing machine for a while, but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; seem like "the time". with the upcoming big event...the craft room in the new house...it just felt right. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kimmy&lt;/span&gt; asked...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;santa&lt;/span&gt; pulled through on this baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Szzbi0-RekI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Qv6n_5mrIhM/s1600-h/machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Szzbi0-RekI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Qv6n_5mrIhM/s320/machine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421449442829105730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone thought the flowers were horrible. but i love them. where else is is more appropriate to have yellow daisies. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; be more thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The logical question is...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kimmy&lt;/span&gt;, do you know how to sew? I was mom's right hand seam ripper growing up. I spent a lot of time in the sewing room pulling out loose threads and ironing open seams. however, most of the time i let mom make the stitch...she just is SO good. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alissa&lt;/span&gt; was in on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;santa's&lt;/span&gt; secret and gave me this amazing guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SzzaihNb5DI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/EKKViJPMkq0/s1600-h/sew"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SzzaihNb5DI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/EKKViJPMkq0/s320/sew" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421448338012365874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published in 1976 and it is perfect. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; you could ever want to know about sewing. with pictures. seriously, go buy it. i think its going to be my saving grace. Al bought it used, and it came with a very nice inscription from the last owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take a picture, but you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In very nice blue ink we read&lt;br /&gt;"1994. Peggy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; book has answers to any question you might have. Enjoy. Love your Sis, Maxine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appropriate right? from one sister to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alissa&lt;/span&gt; wrote the following &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;inscription&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;"2009. Kimmy, I hope you like this book more thank Peggy did. Enjoy. Love your Sis, Al"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to start the crafts. This book even has instructions for a pencil pillow. its good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/kimmyharman/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-5974208423003646777?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5974208423003646777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=5974208423003646777' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5974208423003646777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5974208423003646777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-comes-wife.html' title='here comes the wife.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Szzbi0-RekI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Qv6n_5mrIhM/s72-c/machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-2805002045396854745</id><published>2009-12-17T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:23:28.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its all coming together!!!</title><content type='html'>it really is. Like all of it. I dont know what we did right, but everything seems to be falling into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue. Check. Caterer. Check. Flowers. Check. I have been internet hunting, DI hunting (AMAZING FINDS)...really amazing finds. in my head it is looking good, but only time will tell. colors have been set. cake has been designed. registry's have been started. photographer...&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://leopatronephotography.com/"&gt;check&lt;/a&gt;. (we couldnt be more excited about him). band...check (im keeping this one a surprise, but let me TELL YOU...its going to be really great). favors. semi check. (idea totally in place, execution...we are working on it) Honeymoon...major NOT a check. we need to get on that one. something warm, any suggestions???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO ALL THE SINGLE LADIES...marry a graphic designer. you can do trade work for lots of things....AND he can save you LOADS on your invites. (which are ALSO looking amazzzzzing) they wont go out until after the mail overload that comes with christmas...so be patient. (they are worth the wait). engagements...BIG CHECK. thank you to sweet alpha for helping us out. here is a little teaser for you, we did a semi formal shot, and a casual shot. we are using the formal for the invite, so here is a sneak peak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SyryFQMbxGI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/BpLHI72H99M/s1600-h/casual1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SyryFQMbxGI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/BpLHI72H99M/s320/casual1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416407673926829154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RING...check. it is sentimental, it is beautiful and it is from my sweet chris. i couldnt be happier. my dad thinks its a little "blingin'" i think it is just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and TODAY we had a very big piece of the puzzle come together. We found the perfect little house for us. We will just rent for a year until we can figure out what we are doing, but you guys, its perfect. its exactly what we were looking for. it is exactly where i see us. its a good thing it worked out, everytime i register for anything i imagine it in this house. I register for a pizza cutter and i imagine myself pulling the pizza cutter out of the kitchen drawer of the lincoln house (yes. that is what we have been calling it. it is on lincoln street and anyone that knows chris and I know Lincoln is very very appropriate. I think it NAILS down my long time plan of naming my first son lincoln). it all just feels very right, and very meant to be. Needless to say, we are absolutley thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are blessed out of our EARS. we truly dont know how to thank our family and our friends for the endless support thus far. we are going into the holidays now, thank heavens for such a busy time of year that is making time fly by. before we know it is going to be the big day! cant wait. reallly cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper chain is down to 51 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-2805002045396854745?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2805002045396854745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=2805002045396854745' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2805002045396854745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2805002045396854745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-all-coming-together.html' title='its all coming together!!!'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SyryFQMbxGI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/BpLHI72H99M/s72-c/casual1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7337248622214508595</id><published>2009-11-06T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:47:52.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a bride.</title><content type='html'>I always wanted to say that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; planned, attended, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bridesmaided&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hundreds&lt;/span&gt; of weddings. some were a complete joy, others made me want to pull my hair out but through all of it it was a job, or a favor or support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; the bride. its so surreal. and SO SO much fun. I hope i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; eat my words down the line, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; hoping my time in new york dealing with these sweet little creatures helps to keep me out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bridzilla&lt;/span&gt; category...but i guess only time will tell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are close, you've seen him around, for those of you who are far away, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;youve&lt;/span&gt; seen him here. but just to make it official...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come February 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2010 I will be married to this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SvRZsUN9XhI/AAAAAAAAA5M/qnzW99aNnMo/s1600-h/chris%26kimmy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SvRZsUN9XhI/AAAAAAAAA5M/qnzW99aNnMo/s320/chris%26kimmy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401040471000440338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will then be able to call me Kimberly Harman Crosby (yes dad, keeping that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;harman&lt;/span&gt; in there is for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want the stats?&lt;br /&gt;Name: Christopher Lee Crosby&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6'5"&lt;br /&gt;Weight: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Uhh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know&lt;br /&gt; Age: 28 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; be mad babe, its something i love about you)&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: VERY VERY VERY VERY talented graphic designer&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;suuuushi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;color he looks best in: blue and mint green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now is where 99% of you can stop reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you already heard the story. but for those of you who have 5 minutes to kill and would like to know how he made Nov 3rd the best day of my life...read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind to last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, i wont go into all the gory details but we had some VERY strong assurance from above that we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;MFEO&lt;/span&gt; (see sleepless in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Seattle&lt;/span&gt;). We both hit the pillows that night KNOWING that we had the big blessing from above and eternity together is a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; we decided "what are we waiting for", to know we are head over heels in love? nope. to know our families are on board? no way, we totally have that one covered. to feel good about it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, nope. SO WHAT? nothing is the answer we came to. absolutely nothing. so we decided on ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was impossible. Now that we we knew we were getting married, i wanted to TELL EVERYONE, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt;. i wanted to be engaged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;NOOOW&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt; "claimed" he did. but when i asked him if he wanted to go ring shopping that night he insisted on going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;fhe&lt;/span&gt;? really? I told him this is the most IMPORTANT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;fhe&lt;/span&gt; you will ever have. ever. building your eternal family? without THIS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;fhe&lt;/span&gt;, there can be no future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;FHE's&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say, i was bugged. That night he called after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; and said he had to go see a friend who was having a hard time. Id like to say i was patient and understanding, but i said something like, "wow, that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ambiguous&lt;/span&gt;" give me a break, i was feeling like a friend who was having a hard time. i was jealous, get over it. anyway, i kind of shaped up, told him i understood and went to bed. Oh, i did also ask him why my dad wanted his number. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; stupid, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; clueless, i believed my dad when he said it had to do with golf clubs. Chris should have stuck to the same lie...instead he just added one mark in the bugged box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. about 4:30 i get a text from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt; saying work was mellow and he was going to head up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;slc&lt;/span&gt; early and try to catch the last of the daylight. He said he had a great idea for our save the date (hes a graphic designer, who am i to doubt him). He said he wanted to take some pictures of our first date and call me when i was done to see where he was so i could meet him. Called at 5:01, tired, still a little bugged about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;vagueness&lt;/span&gt; the night before, but excited to see my boyfriend. Anyway, he was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;gilgal&lt;/span&gt; gardens, i pulled up (still the thought he would propose has NOT crossed my mind, i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; clueless). he took me to a very nice spot, told me he was a liar (good way to start this thing off, huh). that he had asked my parents permission over tacos at 11:30pm the night before, and that they were this DESPERATE friend in need, that my dad may have mentioned golf clubs in the conversation on the phone on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; (but when do golf clubs NOT come up in a conversation with my father), but the main topic of conversation was my hand in marriage. oh how traditional. He said he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; wait another minute to be engaged (NOW i realize &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; is going on) and&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt; Im&lt;/span&gt; sure he said some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;verrrry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;verrry&lt;/span&gt; nice things, but i cannot remember them. he pulls out the BEAUTIFUL ring. I bawled.  what i do remember is when he threw in not one, but 2 pleases with..."will you please, please marry me" i cried more, i said yes, of course...and well the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long winded enough? probably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, i cant talk about him without smiling from ear to ear. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;noelle&lt;/span&gt; said it best the other day when she said with all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;sincerity&lt;/span&gt; in her voice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;kimmy&lt;/span&gt;, you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt; lucky. I am. he is perfect for me in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;every way&lt;/span&gt; and i could not be more excited to call him my FIANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon to be kc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tips, advice, comments and preaching is all welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-7337248622214508595?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7337248622214508595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=7337248622214508595' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7337248622214508595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7337248622214508595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-bride.html' title='i am a bride.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SvRZsUN9XhI/AAAAAAAAA5M/qnzW99aNnMo/s72-c/chris%26kimmy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-4310235221494775845</id><published>2009-10-22T17:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:01:14.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>start spreading the news...</title><content type='html'>...im leaving today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in t-5 hours i will be on a jet plane. with chris. crossing over nebraska, on right past west virginia,  up onto that little island i used to call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time we will just be staying for a few days, but couldnt be more excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont call the office the next few days...i WONT be in. i will be enjoying the city in the fall...yes. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-4310235221494775845?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4310235221494775845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=4310235221494775845' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4310235221494775845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4310235221494775845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/10/start-spreading-news.html' title='start spreading the news...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7674053677694696564</id><published>2009-10-19T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:22:12.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>best boyfriend ever.</title><content type='html'>this is what came to me at 3:38 this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/St0Cff3kmEI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ce-WScShgZw/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/St0Cff3kmEI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ce-WScShgZw/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394470668813506626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/St0CJTqLNXI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/NhyuXyS8d6k/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/St0CJTqLNXI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/NhyuXyS8d6k/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best. boyfriend. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-7674053677694696564?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7674053677694696564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=7674053677694696564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7674053677694696564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7674053677694696564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-boyfriend-ever.html' title='best boyfriend ever.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/St0Cff3kmEI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ce-WScShgZw/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-8024483330408120316</id><published>2009-09-21T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:13:58.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>summers gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;too many of my blog posts lately have started with...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; SORRY GRANDMA. apparently its time to blog when your brother in law, who you thought was kidding when he said he checks your blog religiously, comments and texts saying its time. AND you get an email from your grandma saying its not your birthday anymore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kimmy&lt;/span&gt;...now blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we are. Summer is over you say?? fine, want a recap?? fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there has been lots of time with this tall drink of water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SrgnAAQ5c0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/I41bea_5LCQ/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SrgnAAQ5c0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/I41bea_5LCQ/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this handsome devil you say...? answer. my boyfriend. pretty good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;(inquire within for details)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there has been quite a few business trips. it show season. what happens when your model &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; show up for the prom runway show?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Srgm_uICfKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/NcfsCdRkudA/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Srgm_uICfKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/NcfsCdRkudA/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;...that happens. yes. full runway show, i was just one of the girls. 10 times down the runway...no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Srgxyt-D2iI/AAAAAAAAA0k/J_EMKNqsVeQ/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Srgxyt-D2iI/AAAAAAAAA0k/J_EMKNqsVeQ/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i became official at work...my desk is now named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ELLA TURNED ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;we had a carnival. kinda, the ward had a carnival, we tacked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SrgnAmoba1I/AAAAAAAAA0M/J-mHwuUBryo/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SrgnAmoba1I/AAAAAAAAA0M/J-mHwuUBryo/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves her babies, and pushing her babies in the stroller, and kissing her babies...she is so so so so so so so so cute. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SrgnBGoNetI/AAAAAAAAA0U/xihQe4i0cKg/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SrgnBGoNetI/AAAAAAAAA0U/xihQe4i0cKg/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SrgxyJJ2V-I/AAAAAAAAA0c/TB9xJw5JBGA/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SrgxyJJ2V-I/AAAAAAAAA0c/TB9xJw5JBGA/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, there was a camel there. full petting zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Got this mustache for my birthday...fun. fun. fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Srgxy8bqHuI/AAAAAAAAA0s/gSPHmdHto9w/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Srgxy8bqHuI/AAAAAAAAA0s/gSPHmdHto9w/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wont be so long next time...i will put my camera in my purse. maybe i will have more motivation with more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-8024483330408120316?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/8024483330408120316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=8024483330408120316' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/8024483330408120316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/8024483330408120316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/09/summers-gone.html' title='summers gone.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SrgnAAQ5c0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/I41bea_5LCQ/s72-c/IMG_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-4919268341691028584</id><published>2009-07-21T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:58:01.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>its my birthday...so I will learn to do what I want to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;25. The number i turned yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did i bring in this milestone year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE BEACH. Ive decided birthday trips are the very best way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I hopped in the car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; night and SET off...&lt;br /&gt;I learned quickly that because this trip fell over my birthday that I GOT WHATEVER i wanted the whole weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I learned to love the phrase..."its your birthday, whatever you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris's grandma insisted on this picture, so I figured you would like it too grandma...that one is for you. (see it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; ALL about me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaK6bskWuI/AAAAAAAAAys/fnNUX-C-BnA/s1600-h/DSCN0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaK6bskWuI/AAAAAAAAAys/fnNUX-C-BnA/s320/DSCN0390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361125142902889186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balboa Island. Ever been there? NO? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GOOO&lt;/span&gt;. it is so charming.&lt;br /&gt;we rode over on this cute little ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaJ3s4VA8I/AAAAAAAAAyU/ZUOCI4bhUe0/s1600-h/DSCN0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaJ3s4VA8I/AAAAAAAAAyU/ZUOCI4bhUe0/s320/DSCN0378.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just loved the quaint houses, the little main street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaK56ZaZ9I/AAAAAAAAAyk/3VANLwgBMYE/s1600-h/DSCN0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaK56ZaZ9I/AAAAAAAAAyk/3VANLwgBMYE/s320/DSCN0387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361125133964175314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...the taffy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaJ4I02B5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/5_0h57kzn8g/s1600-h/DSCN0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaJ4I02B5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/5_0h57kzn8g/s320/DSCN0384.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the frozen bananas...and balboa bars. We had so much fun just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cruising&lt;/span&gt; around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; worry, I was taken care of on my birthday. woke up to these. what more could a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt; birthday girl ask for. flip flops in my chocolate cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaK618R_DI/AAAAAAAAAy0/9VilUROjgfc/s1600-h/DSCN0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaK618R_DI/AAAAAAAAAy0/9VilUROjgfc/s320/DSCN0392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361125149948116018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris indulged me and took me to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary sale.&lt;br /&gt;then we had this bad boy for lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaK7RTlgQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/-M4m_blOkj0/s1600-h/DSCN0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaK7RTlgQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/-M4m_blOkj0/s320/DSCN0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361125157293621506" border="0" /&gt;birthday bagel!!!  complete with cream cheese, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;avocado&lt;/span&gt;, tomato, and lemon pepper. yum.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we headed back on the road we got to enjoy the beach one last time. it was heaven. every birthday should include a little of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaK72ah51I/AAAAAAAAAzE/2oqcrbuggZ0/s1600-h/DSCN0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaK72ah51I/AAAAAAAAAzE/2oqcrbuggZ0/s320/DSCN0394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361125167254857554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL in ALL it was a PERFECT birthday. 25 is looking REALLY good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-4919268341691028584?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4919268341691028584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=4919268341691028584' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4919268341691028584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4919268341691028584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-my-birthdayso-i-will-learn-to-do.html' title='its my birthday...so I will learn to do what I want to!'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SmaK6bskWuI/AAAAAAAAAys/fnNUX-C-BnA/s72-c/DSCN0390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-1944913770561255693</id><published>2009-07-13T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:33:52.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>great finds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;mom and i had a perfect saturday afternoon. and, i dont know why the text is blue. and bold. and underlined. bear with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;anyway. we had a perfect saturday. it started with pedicures. which was just what we needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;then lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;then we made a little stop at the D.I. a TV table for our newly furnished basement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;we scored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;First lets set the stage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Last week sweet Aunt Sue sent emily home with these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv6Xa5WuXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ublyc7zdDPE/s1600-h/IMG_4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv6Xa5WuXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ublyc7zdDPE/s320/IMG_4190.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;arnt they perfect. oh good now the text is black. and not bold. and still underlined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;we love these couches. they are perfect for our room downstairs that has...until now...been good for not much more than a dance party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;So we went to DI. and came across this lovely item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;how much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;try 15 dollars on for size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv6WdOH83I/AAAAAAAAAwU/TTlVWyp7FO4/s1600-h/IMG_4187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv6WdOH83I/AAAAAAAAAwU/TTlVWyp7FO4/s320/IMG_4187.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Isnt it great. back to blue i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Next we found the TV table, which i apparently forgot to take a picture of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;10 dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Then, this adorable little magazine rack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;10 dollars. it was especially adorable after we picked off the piece of chewed up blue gum off the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv7cpSh_lI/AAAAAAAAAws/2unbBt4RSic/s1600-h/IMG_4188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv7cpSh_lI/AAAAAAAAAws/2unbBt4RSic/s400/IMG_4188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358152651225824850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly. weird. now the computer decided we will be plain black. im okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we found this treasure.&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv6XzKq-TI/AAAAAAAAAwk/84wJ_PJSz8Q/s1600-h/IMG_4189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv6XzKq-TI/AAAAAAAAAwk/84wJ_PJSz8Q/s320/IMG_4189.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its framed. the fame is so ghetto, but im pretty sure it will stay in that frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all our great finds at D.I. we went to see baby ella. and ryan surprised me with a nice little, much wanted addition to my bike. I know most of you will not notice a difference. but that little red tape on the handle bars makes all the difference in the world to me. In my eyes, it takes my boy bike and turns it into a girl bike. RIGHT in time for the spudman. which is in T-2 weeks. Which is too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv7c7l346I/AAAAAAAAAw0/aIj738SFXOU/s1600-h/IMG_4184.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/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv7c7l346I/AAAAAAAAAw0/aIj738SFXOU/s400/IMG_4184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358152656138789794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THANK YOU RYAN~!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-1944913770561255693?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1944913770561255693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=1944913770561255693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1944913770561255693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1944913770561255693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-finds.html' title='great finds.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv6Xa5WuXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ublyc7zdDPE/s72-c/IMG_4190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-6407233740675900576</id><published>2009-07-13T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:16:17.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>where in the world is kimmy harman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;My uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kent&lt;/span&gt; has been asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;My grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lota&lt;/span&gt; has been asking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; worry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; here. Right here in Salt Lake City and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVING IT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have said it before, but I have never been happier. I love living so close to Baby ELLA, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Al and Ryan, and Mom and Dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Work is going great, I really love it. The people could not be better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;I love the work. I love the business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; learning to love prom dresses again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Ask me how many dresses I came home with this last week when we had a sale on our PROM gowns...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess. No seriously, guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;1? that would be reasonable. I mean I work with these dresses ALL day long, I should have one in my closet. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;I was marking the dresses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-sale. and I found this beauty. i figured I will probably never wear it, but it is good to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, its the essence of our prom line. Good to have. I will take it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv44goflwI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Isw65T-0MVE/s1600-h/IMG_4198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv44goflwI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Isw65T-0MVE/s320/IMG_4198.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; Well then I actually went to the sale. I got in early as an employee, and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;well. I saw this dress in blue and didn't love it. then in light pink...too sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;But then, I found the magenta version. It was much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sophisticated&lt;/span&gt; than the light blue or the light pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;It was kind of stunning. in a prom dress, you can never wear, kind of way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;The design girls said it was stunning on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;okay. 2 is a good number. I will get 2 prom dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv45ZYuM1I/AAAAAAAAAv0/mOpqBuWM3Rs/s1600-h/IMG_4196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv45ZYuM1I/AAAAAAAAAv0/mOpqBuWM3Rs/s320/IMG_4196.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;But THEN...i came across this short little thing. and lets be honest. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; ever going to go to a great &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;new years ever party...short is much more wearable. I could never find a cocktail dress for 25 dollars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;3 prom dresses. excessive...maybe. but i mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; supporting the company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv47eFVwzI/AAAAAAAAAv8/wIW5ZT6tZ2s/s1600-h/IMG_4194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv47eFVwzI/AAAAAAAAAv8/wIW5ZT6tZ2s/s320/IMG_4194.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;OH MAN. 3 prom dresses really should me MORE than enough. MORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;but what about Halloween? I had to have it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Chiquita Banana lady? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;4 dresses. you guessed it. 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;ridiculous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv47lSbrmI/AAAAAAAAAwE/SWQewlDOa4Q/s1600-h/IMG_4191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv47lSbrmI/AAAAAAAAAwE/SWQewlDOa4Q/s320/IMG_4191.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;* disclaimer. YES, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ALLLLL&lt;/span&gt; of these LOVELY items will need a nice little shrug, jacket, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bolero&lt;/span&gt; or shawl to accompany them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;**grandma, the live model action is for you. I heard you were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alissa's&lt;/span&gt; on the hanger cop out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-6407233740675900576?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6407233740675900576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=6407233740675900576' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6407233740675900576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6407233740675900576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-in-world-is-kimmy-harman.html' title='where in the world is kimmy harman...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Slv44goflwI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Isw65T-0MVE/s72-c/IMG_4198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-4973144007557748847</id><published>2009-05-14T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:42:05.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flordia!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just got back from the first Harman Family trip with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;taylor&lt;/span&gt; in tote. To put it simply, it was a success! The venue? Orlando Florida. We sat by the pool, shopped, and of course made it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disney&lt;/span&gt; world. I wanted to go to the magic kingdom (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; still pretty sure it would have been the better pick) but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alissa&lt;/span&gt; pushed for the educational route. Epcot it is. To spice it up a bit i made everyone pick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; favorite thing in the park to take a picture in front of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg4xd9_o20I/AAAAAAAAApw/t-wlqly0hYU/s1600-h/DSCN0219.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/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg4xd9_o20I/AAAAAAAAApw/t-wlqly0hYU/s400/DSCN0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336256999408065346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan choose goofy...good pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg4xdxKPnDI/AAAAAAAAApo/cHjeErn4l2Y/s1600-h/DSCN0217.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/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg4xdxKPnDI/AAAAAAAAApo/cHjeErn4l2Y/s400/DSCN0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336256995962887218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor...so appropriate. so suave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg4xD87jmXI/AAAAAAAAApg/XDx8LrCoXHI/s1600-h/DSCN0216.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/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg4xD87jmXI/AAAAAAAAApg/XDx8LrCoXHI/s400/DSCN0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336256552445909362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;America first...always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg4xDXMl3TI/AAAAAAAAApQ/iJyh0e4v3R0/s1600-h/DSCN0211.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/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg4xDXMl3TI/AAAAAAAAApQ/iJyh0e4v3R0/s400/DSCN0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336256542316813618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why out of ALL the magic in the happiest place on earth Jamie chose this very ugly troll. I found out later it was also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ryans&lt;/span&gt; pic, but he let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jamie&lt;/span&gt; have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg4xDb4QpuI/AAAAAAAAApI/oZgqQSPXhGc/s1600-h/DSCN0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg4xDb4QpuI/AAAAAAAAApI/oZgqQSPXhGc/s400/DSCN0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336256543573714658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom was smart to make her pick early before we all got sweaty and gross. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Isnt&lt;/span&gt; she cute!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ShCfxLaOvCI/AAAAAAAAAqY/D1R1rq5iwlM/s1600-h/DSCN0215.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/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ShCfxLaOvCI/AAAAAAAAAqY/D1R1rq5iwlM/s400/DSCN0215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336941225659251746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Al's favorite movie growing up. It was a huge improvement over her first pick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg0DARXQNHI/AAAAAAAAAoo/YWEwgrGBRI8/s1600-h/DSCN0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg0DARXQNHI/AAAAAAAAAoo/YWEwgrGBRI8/s320/DSCN0232.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg0DAYpGZTI/AAAAAAAAAow/l3HP7CVumDQ/s1600-h/DSCN0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg0DAYpGZTI/AAAAAAAAAow/l3HP7CVumDQ/s320/DSCN0229.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really nailed this pose. and yes, the picture was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;taylors&lt;/span&gt; idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg0DAs8siiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/HpD2m0g6Im4/s1600-h/DSCN0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg0DAs8siiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/HpD2m0g6Im4/s320/DSCN0227.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Three girls...three birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg0DAmchhZI/AAAAAAAAApA/211yGA42__U/s1600-h/DSCN0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg0DAmchhZI/AAAAAAAAApA/211yGA42__U/s320/DSCN0224.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was ONE ride worth our time at the great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;epcot&lt;/span&gt;. It was the GM test track ride. Well mid way through the ride our car came to a screeching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;halt&lt;/span&gt;. We figured it was part of the ride, a break test or something. Next thing we know the lady comes over the loud speaker and says one of the cars broke down. Turns out...it was our car that broke down. Lucky for us. We got a second ride!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg4xeQhkpBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/gPUej7Xafvw/s1600-h/DSCN0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg4xeQhkpBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/gPUej7Xafvw/s400/DSCN0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336257004382233618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the man fixing our car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ShCfxrzVWTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/asB9S4Ayfd4/s1600-h/DSCN0222.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/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ShCfxrzVWTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/asB9S4Ayfd4/s400/DSCN0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336941234354477362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this picture is not sideways. WE WERE SIDEWAYS. we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ShCfxYMBtXI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dg_hj8Q_bog/s1600-h/DSCN0221.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/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ShCfxYMBtXI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dg_hj8Q_bog/s400/DSCN0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336941229089338738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;classic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;taylor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys remember this one...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ShCfxLjYXaI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uw36SRRQ0Mc/s1600-h/DSCN0212.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/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ShCfxLjYXaI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uw36SRRQ0Mc/s400/DSCN0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336941225697631650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-4973144007557748847?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4973144007557748847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=4973144007557748847' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4973144007557748847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4973144007557748847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/05/flordia.html' title='Flordia!!!'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sg4xd9_o20I/AAAAAAAAApw/t-wlqly0hYU/s72-c/DSCN0219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-9058179883513603000</id><published>2009-04-25T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:56:42.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>apparently its been too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; been getting the nudges to update this thing. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why, but I have not been feeling like I have much to blog about as of late, but i will go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work:it is going great! I love, love, love the people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; working with and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; starting to understand the business a little. We went to Vegas last week for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas Market, and it was a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; for me to get a feel for the industry. okay...boring...what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week i was in the temple and as I was sitting there waiting for the 12 and 13 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; baptisms i was overwhelmed with a feeling of peace that I am where I am supposed to be. I love those little check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;in's&lt;/span&gt;. it was exactly what i needed.  I really think i am happier right now than i have been in years. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what it is, but I am truly happy. I have a great job, I am close to my family that i adore, and I have  been blessed to be surrounded by some of my best old friends, all the while I am making some amazing new friends. Today we had a nice girls day out with some of my new girlfriends. WOW. these girls are amazing. They are right on the same page of life as I am, and it is truly remarkable to have the support of girls that just get it. No drama, just empathy, support and some serious fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, its late and this stupid cough will NOT go away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to try for some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-9058179883513603000?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/9058179883513603000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=9058179883513603000' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/9058179883513603000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/9058179883513603000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/04/apparently-its-been-too-long.html' title='apparently its been too long'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-8286988503835565451</id><published>2009-03-31T00:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:40:53.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd to last day of freedom.</title><content type='html'>i was sick. so sick. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;honestly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ever remember having such a terribly awful sore throat like that. after days of working up the courage to swallow, this nasty little bug stole my voice. anyway...point is, today when i FINALLY felt well i took advantage of my second to last day of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nested. weird, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vacuumed&lt;/span&gt; for the first time since i moved in (i know, gross)&lt;br /&gt;i got rid of all my piles in my room (i inherited this trait from my father)&lt;br /&gt;i swept the whole house&lt;br /&gt;i cleaned the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;i cleaned the kitchen, including the microwave&lt;br /&gt;i sewed a button on my blue jacket (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; i knew if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; i would wake up late for work one day and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be the only thing i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; want to wear and i wont be the new girl showing up to work missing a brass button on her blue jacket)&lt;br /&gt;i did all my laundry, including clothes, my eco bag so i could finally consolidate all my bike gear into one little tote, towels, sheets, kitchen and bathroom rugs&lt;br /&gt;i finally put away all the camping gear from 2 weekends ago&lt;br /&gt;i hung up all the odds and ends around the house that have been sitting on the ground in the places we meant to hang them&lt;br /&gt;i paid the bills (which makes them all paid in full, early)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, i am ready to start this job. That is IF i can pass this drug test. I know i joked about this earlier. but really, we ran into a problem today. I took a dose of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;codeine&lt;/span&gt; cough medicine last night to help me with this vicious cough. LUCKILY i called my DR. sister right before i went into the clinic to take the test and jokingly mentioned it. Turns out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;codeine&lt;/span&gt; shows up on drug tests as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;opium&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. you heard me, opium. I had to call my brand new employer and ask for a postponement of the drug test. really great foot to start on. please all pray that the fluids i drank today will knock it out of my little system and i wont be drug girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-8286988503835565451?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/8286988503835565451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=8286988503835565451' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/8286988503835565451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/8286988503835565451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-to-last-day-of-freedom.html' title='2nd to last day of freedom.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-3888999954081738300</id><published>2009-03-19T18:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:18:49.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>worker girl shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ScLg6NL6bjI/AAAAAAAAAog/ea11XxJWy6Y/s1600-h/DSCN0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ScLg6NL6bjI/AAAAAAAAAog/ea11XxJWy6Y/s320/DSCN0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;It Happened. It FINALLY happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Let me introduce you to the new, improved and EMPLOYED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kimmy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;harman&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Yes, you heard right, after months of waiting the perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt; job came my way and I could not be more thrilled. HUGE thanks to my sweet dad who was so patient with me and was the perfect coach the whole way. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have this job if it were not for him. so thank you dad, I LOVE YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;what is this job you ask?? well, I will be working for Maggie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sottero&lt;/span&gt;, a wedding gown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;label&lt;/span&gt; that is right here in salt lake city. I will be working on the Marketing team until i get the ropes figured out and then the plan is to fall somewhere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; marketing and design! very, very exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;So...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kimmy&lt;/span&gt;, what are these amazing shoes you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pictured&lt;/span&gt; and what do they have to do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;maggie&lt;/span&gt;?? What do you think was the first thing i did when i found out the job was official? I drove right over to mode &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;boutique&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;provo&lt;/span&gt; and bought myself a new pair of working girl shoes. I think they are just right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;get ready working girl world...here i come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-3888999954081738300?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3888999954081738300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=3888999954081738300' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3888999954081738300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3888999954081738300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/worker-girl-shoes.html' title='worker girl shoes'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ScLg6NL6bjI/AAAAAAAAAog/ea11XxJWy6Y/s72-c/DSCN0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-1412487301642004527</id><published>2009-03-16T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:39:27.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>taking it above 60</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; At one point in my car today the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; read 62 degrees. 62 degrees! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; summer weather! well at least a good start to spring. so what did i do with my unemployed self???  Alissa was kind enough to show me the ropes on my new bike!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;we packed them up in the truck...(doesnt it look hard core)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sb7x1_MMJBI/AAAAAAAAAoI/r1v1kzocDZ8/s320/DSCN0080.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;dropped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ella&lt;/span&gt; off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jess's&lt;/span&gt; house and we were off!!!! we had so much fun! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;loveeeeeeeeed&lt;/span&gt; my new bike. It is the perfect little ride. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know who is more excited about my new hobby, me or my dad. He has been trying to get me into it for years, and i finally am catching the bug. It helps that i have a lot of friends here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt; that i can ride with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sb7x2Bmva9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/9Dsc9WPcDF0/s320/DSCN0081.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;On the way home i was craving grilled veggies. I stopped at smiths marketplace (who by the way has EVERYTHING) and found this little pack of veggies perfect for grilling. They were all chopped up, all i had to do was throw them on a skewer and grill 'em up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;....i love this little peek into summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sb7x2AnC9LI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wUbWN8X8OGI/s1600-h/DSCN0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sb7x2AnC9LI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wUbWN8X8OGI/s320/DSCN0083.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-1412487301642004527?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1412487301642004527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=1412487301642004527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1412487301642004527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1412487301642004527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/taking-it-above-60.html' title='taking it above 60'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/Sb7x1_MMJBI/AAAAAAAAAoI/r1v1kzocDZ8/s72-c/DSCN0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-4149054643589070233</id><published>2009-03-07T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T10:56:17.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ashley makes all our dreams come true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SbK0_smPYwI/AAAAAAAAAoA/mKy_G7eHmsc/s1600-h/Picture%2B4.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/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SbK0_smPYwI/AAAAAAAAAoA/mKy_G7eHmsc/s400/Picture%2B4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310505917019546370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for christmas i gave my sister one photography sitting with ms. ashley swapp. we just got a little peak and im already getting props for the best christmas present ever...which is turning into the best mothers day present ever for grandma and great grandma. thanks ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want &lt;a href="http://ashleyswapp.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention ashley is an ABSOLUTE dream to work with, she takes the awkward out of a photoshoot. also she is reasonable in her pricing, flexible in her schedule, quick in her shooting and TALENTED as all get out!!!  we will be scheduling many many more sittings with this lovely lady. (keep in mind she also will do families, weddings ect...you are going to want to book this girl before she gets famous!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you ash! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-4149054643589070233?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4149054643589070233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=4149054643589070233' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4149054643589070233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4149054643589070233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/ashley-makes-all-our-dreams-come-true.html' title='ashley makes all our dreams come true.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SbK0_smPYwI/AAAAAAAAAoA/mKy_G7eHmsc/s72-c/Picture%2B4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-4005985143495432153</id><published>2009-03-06T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:31:35.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smart??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SbH4E_07ISI/AAAAAAAAAnw/hucWr50fidk/s1600-h/smart-car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SbH4E_07ISI/AAAAAAAAAnw/hucWr50fidk/s200/smart-car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310298200383103266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; i see a smart car i say to myself, "smart, really?"  I know they are very green. the environment loves these little babies. i know you can park where you never thought you could park before...but all i can think is what would happen if this little tin can got hit by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;escalade&lt;/span&gt;, even a mini van!!! i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know the safety features of the smart car, or how it ranked in the crash testing. all i know is that they look like i could crush them with my fingers...and i say maybe we should be considering a hybrid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-4005985143495432153?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4005985143495432153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=4005985143495432153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4005985143495432153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4005985143495432153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/smart.html' title='smart??'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SbH4E_07ISI/AAAAAAAAAnw/hucWr50fidk/s72-c/smart-car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-9111917493826248502</id><published>2009-03-05T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:54:53.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod apps</title><content type='html'>My sister alissa was on good morning utah this morning to promote her super cool ipod applications!!  Ryan is good with the computers and Al has that pediatric thing under her belt...so they teamed up and have been working for months and months to create these great apps for parents. for the full story look &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abc4.com/content/news/top%20stories/story/New-i-Phone-applications-for-parents/xq6Ddd0W2kiRv7Psugk8-g.cspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;HERE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you want to buy them or see some demo's you can check out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://ellaseven.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ellaseven.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://9572FFDB-E082-4658-BCCD-E913EC7DC38D/ipod-touch-5.jpg" alt="ipod-touch-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-9111917493826248502?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/9111917493826248502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=9111917493826248502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/9111917493826248502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/9111917493826248502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/ipod-apps.html' title='ipod apps'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-5561023409284905137</id><published>2009-03-01T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:21:38.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ice ice baby.</title><content type='html'>Stop. Collaborate and Listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night my best friend lexi called and had tickets to the vanilla ice - mc hammer concert. first of all, can we think about that. Two of the craziest cool cats of the 80's together for a show here 18 years later...epic right? well i passed on the concert tickets. the next night lex and I decided to hang out in provo and i saw all the pictures of the big event. Turns out they had back stage passes, got on stage to dance and got to get close to the men of the night. At this point im thinking...oh, maybe I should have considered those tickets???  then BAM, it happened. What could trump backstage passes and the MC and the vanilla at once?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try bowling with Vanilla Ice at fat cats in provo. Yup. Bowling. the day after the concert. which means that vanilla ice stayed in provo for at LEAST a full 24 hours after the concert. I hope we showed him a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla's scoreboard name was tough guy, in case you were wondering and he is a pretty okay bowler, i think he should keep up with the tee shirts and tour with MC, but not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want proof????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SatQgCfAnnI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Lop00ipVe_M/s1600-h/vanilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SatQgCfAnnI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Lop00ipVe_M/s200/vanilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308425097139232370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there it is folks. google image him if you dont believe its him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-5561023409284905137?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5561023409284905137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=5561023409284905137' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5561023409284905137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5561023409284905137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/ice-ice-baby.html' title='ice ice baby.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SatQgCfAnnI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Lop00ipVe_M/s72-c/vanilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-930174264506169957</id><published>2009-02-16T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:10:04.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>presidents day...</title><content type='html'>Am I the only person in the world that thought presidents day was to celebrate all of our presidents?? well...if you think that, you would be wrong. Presidents day originally was in celebration of George Washington's birthday...and then later included Lincoln as he is also a February baby. So the holiday celebrates these two great men. I have always had a fascination with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lincoln&lt;/span&gt; and his life, looking back, most of my school papers and projects were based around him. I want to name my first son after him. Little known fact, i went through a phase in college where I wanted all my children to be named after presidents, I have let that one go because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to be that family that has theme names, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lincoln&lt;/span&gt; stays. Tangent..sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fun facts about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lincoln&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;washington&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lincoln&lt;/span&gt; was the tallest U.S president at 6ft 4  inches.&lt;br /&gt;2.Even though he was strong, a talented wrestler, and proficient with an axe, Lincoln disliked killing and harming animals, even for food.&lt;br /&gt;3. Lincoln was the first president to have a beard.&lt;br /&gt;4. Lincoln’s stovepipe top hat served as more than fashionable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;headwear&lt;/span&gt;.  He used it to store and carry notes, letters, even bills.&lt;br /&gt;5. In 1849 Lincoln had a patent issued for his invention, “A Device for Buoying Vessels Over Shoals”.  The machine never made it, but the patent was a new thing for a president, and no president has held a patent since.&lt;br /&gt;6.  There are some pretty bizarre coincidences between Abraham Lincoln and John F. Kennedy.  Here are a couple: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both were shot in the head with one bullet on a Friday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846, Kennedy in 1946.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lincoln’s successor (named Johnson) was born in 1808. Kennedy’s successor (also named Johnson) was born in 1908.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lincoln’s assassin (who went by three names:  John Wilkes Booth) was born in 1839.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;’s assassin (who also went by three names:  Lee Harvey Oswald) was born in 1939.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Washington&lt;br /&gt;1. Washington is the only president who was elected unanimously.  &lt;br /&gt;2. was 57 years old at inauguration.&lt;br /&gt;3.Washington was the only Founding Fathers to free his slaves.&lt;br /&gt;4. The nation's capital, along with 1 state, 31 counties and 17 cities are named in his honor.&lt;br /&gt;5. As a farmer, Washington grew marijuana on his farm and promoted it's growth (In the 1790s, the crop was grown mainly for its industrial value as hemp and for soil stabilization. It was many years later that the recreational and illegal use of marijuana became popular.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO happy happy happy presidents day.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(blog background: let it be my way to celebrate these special birthdays!!!...DORKY, i know.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-930174264506169957?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/930174264506169957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=930174264506169957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/930174264506169957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/930174264506169957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/presidents-day.html' title='presidents day...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-2126200428143237675</id><published>2009-02-14T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:21:00.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's here, it's here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SZb9b1aKgmI/AAAAAAAAAls/KNf41UtYzRM/s1600-h/valentines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SZb9b1aKgmI/AAAAAAAAAls/KNf41UtYzRM/s200/valentines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302704265910452834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big day. my favorite holiday of the year. it's here. it's the perfect holiday. it is right in the middle of the winter blues. winter is getting really long, and all you want is a beach and some sunshine...and then bam! valentines day is here to lighten the spirits and infuse us with love. the gifts are simple, not too big or little and the more thoughtful and sweet the better. thats my kind of gift. AND its a holiday where homemade cards are expected. i love making valentines. i love it. this year i NAILED wylies card, and it couldnt have made me more happy. (i hope he doesnt read this today and ruin it) anyway-its perfect. sooo...happy valentines day to you all. i hope it is filled with candy hearts, doilies and gluesticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/kimmyharman/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/kimmyharman/Desktop/valentines.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-2126200428143237675?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2126200428143237675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=2126200428143237675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2126200428143237675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2126200428143237675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-here-its-here.html' title='it&apos;s here, it&apos;s here!'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SZb9b1aKgmI/AAAAAAAAAls/KNf41UtYzRM/s72-c/valentines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-4602966649063841284</id><published>2009-02-04T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:57:52.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>could she be any cuter??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SYoBQ6WjN1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/c2BwOuyl_k0/s1600-h/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SYoBQ6WjN1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/c2BwOuyl_k0/s200/DSC_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299049301608183634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SYoBLD2AyyI/AAAAAAAAAlc/meG80HSn3fk/s1600-h/DSC_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SYoBLD2AyyI/AAAAAAAAAlc/meG80HSn3fk/s200/DSC_0134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299049201076849442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SYnVpFCxUDI/AAAAAAAAAk8/jMLkIhEGEgg/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SYnVpFCxUDI/AAAAAAAAAk8/jMLkIhEGEgg/s200/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299001338283249714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i seriously think she could not. with the job still pending (give me a few more weeks guys I PROMISE, it could be really good) i get to spend a lot of time with my sweet little ella bella. oooh, those big cheeks and tiny little nose...needless to say this girl gets lots of lovin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-4602966649063841284?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4602966649063841284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=4602966649063841284' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4602966649063841284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4602966649063841284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/could-she-be-any-cuter.html' title='could she be any cuter??'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SYoBQ6WjN1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/c2BwOuyl_k0/s72-c/DSC_0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7424681831265108379</id><published>2009-01-29T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:01:55.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pain, drugs, bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SYImrWdfqeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yaAiyfYLe68/s1600-h/nose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SYImrWdfqeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yaAiyfYLe68/s200/nose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296838637946644962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/kimmyharman/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so remember a while back when i blogged about my nostrils being 2 different sizes? turns out scar tissue from my brain surgery 3 years ago built up in the little guy causing my right nostril to be itty bitty. For some reason it didnt bother me too much in nyc, but with the altitude here i felt like i couldnt get enough air in half the time and any time i got the tinsiest bit stuffy...it was groww. So back to Dr. Orlandy I went and into the surgical room he sent. he did a really great job, and now my nostrils are equal and that "inflamation" in my sinus is clear. No matter how small the surgery, it alwasy surprises me how much it takes you out. Lucky for me I have a mom who is a super good nurse and took me in. She made sure i took my lortab (i learned the hard way to stay on top of that), made me chicken noodle soup, tacos and waffles (weird cravings), and woke up with me every 4 hours through the night. Now we are on day 4 of recovery and im BORED. staying at home has its perks, you get all caught up on your TV and movies, even ones you forgot existed (like my girl, and my girl 2...thanks em), you get all your favorite valentines candy because people feel bad for you and baby ella comes by just to visit. i am grateful, grateful for the friends, the family, the healing...but i gotta get out. i gotta go to the mall or the movies or even just to the store. i gottaaaaaaaaaa. mom says no driving so if anyone is bored too, give this old girl a call!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-7424681831265108379?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7424681831265108379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=7424681831265108379' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7424681831265108379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7424681831265108379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain-drugs-bored.html' title='pain, drugs, bored.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SYImrWdfqeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yaAiyfYLe68/s72-c/nose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-836734844064437238</id><published>2009-01-15T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:36:30.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight park city</title><content type='html'>so for those of you who look to this thing for updates on my life...this one is for you. this last week we finalized on an ADORABLE little house in salt lake (by we, i mean the one and only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hutchison&lt;/span&gt;, and the brand new, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; be more excited, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meredith&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Boise&lt;/span&gt;). We have been looking form MONTHS, had a few ups and downs, and could not be more happy with the result. more about the house later...this post is to wrap up the last 3 months. a shout out to the parents. do you know how awesome my parents are? if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;, then listen up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people would dread living at home for 3 months in their 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year of life. the only painful thing about these last few months was the late night drives up the canyon (thank goodness gas has been cheap) Painful, NO WAY, we had a blast. There is something pretty cool about being able to call your parents friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me sappy but here are some of my favorite living at home as an adult moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. making dinner with mom. My mom is an INCREDIBLE cook and i always forget how much fun it is learn from her&lt;br /&gt;2. watching movies from dad's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; list. Every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; night my dad goes through every channel on the dish network and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tivos&lt;/span&gt; movies. that way on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night when we are bored there are 20 movies to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;3. kettle corn. yum. moms kettle corn is one for the books.&lt;br /&gt;4. primary. dad and I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;deemed&lt;/span&gt; ourselves "assistants to the primary" which really might be the best non-calling in the church. I made signs (all with glitter), we substituted, planned sharing time and re-learned some of the primary song classics. good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...thanks mom and dad. i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-836734844064437238?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/836734844064437238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=836734844064437238' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/836734844064437238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/836734844064437238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodnight-park-city.html' title='goodnight park city'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-6585049698894470819</id><published>2009-01-14T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:18:54.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loner</title><content type='html'>i have a new discovery to share.  Ive been wanting to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;marley&lt;/span&gt; and me. I knew it was going to be cheesy. I knew I would probably cry. I knew it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jennifer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anniston&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;owen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wilson&lt;/span&gt; doing a sappy story about a dog. I knew all of this. I still wanted to see it. My parents went without me, (i know, right) and honestly I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; talk anyone else into going with me. SO, i went by myself. On a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon. and i loved it. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; what it is about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to the movies by yourself. In some weird way i find it indulgent. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like to do it often, but when i do it is a special little treat for me. maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; weird. ANYWAY, if you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; too, and you like to do the solo movie run on occasion...go for the Kids meal treat special. For the same price as a small popcorn you get an individual size popcorn, a small dose of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; and a little sweet treat. what more can you ask for...i cant think of a better way to spend a tuesday afternoon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-6585049698894470819?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6585049698894470819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=6585049698894470819' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6585049698894470819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6585049698894470819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/loner.html' title='loner'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-3130458506223828070</id><published>2009-01-12T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:45:24.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so what...i like it</title><content type='html'>i know you're saying, really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kimmy&lt;/span&gt;...valentines day already?? but i like it. its my favorite. not for the flowers and the nice dinners (although those are a big bonus) its the candy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not a pink girl. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; wear it, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; buy it, but one time a year i walk down the seasonal aisle at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt;mart, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;harmons&lt;/span&gt;, smiths, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;costco&lt;/span&gt;...and i soak up my fill of pink and hearts. so tonight as we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; banana on her 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; i marched her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; to the seasonal aisle and made her help me look for heart runts. they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have them so the hunt is still on...good thing i still have a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-3130458506223828070?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3130458506223828070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=3130458506223828070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3130458506223828070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3130458506223828070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-whati-like-it.html' title='so what...i like it'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7671733918967377313</id><published>2008-12-19T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:33:41.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and one for NONI</title><content type='html'>So it is a popular time for birthdays. Special Birthdays. The best friends kind of  birthdays. And it is time for noni's birthday. Thats right, my dear NOELLE...its december 20, and its your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you have been friends for a long time when you go through your pictures and you have 18 blog worthy photos-and digital cameras were only around for the 2nd half of your friendship. What you wont see here is "dance, dance, dancing" across heleman halls, weenie pitting in pc and homecome dancing in trains...the rest speaks for itself.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyDWiCue8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/QAmQD86DbrU/s1600-h/n17806247_30162477_8054%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyDWiCue8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/QAmQD86DbrU/s200/n17806247_30162477_8054%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281740886117350338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyDWa0CpYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/dw5xv25UViM/s1600-h/IMG_3720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyDWa0CpYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/dw5xv25UViM/s200/IMG_3720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281740884176708994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyDWK_2gnI/AAAAAAAAAjE/mmEI4oBkaBU/s1600-h/IMG_2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyDWK_2gnI/AAAAAAAAAjE/mmEI4oBkaBU/s200/IMG_2195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281740879931277938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyDV8-d0yI/AAAAAAAAAi8/2CKKJv6HneU/s1600-h/IMG_2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyDV8-d0yI/AAAAAAAAAi8/2CKKJv6HneU/s200/IMG_2229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281740876167369506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyC5MHnWdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Xsmu7KQkDlM/s1600-h/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyC5MHnWdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Xsmu7KQkDlM/s200/IMG_1816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281740382016068050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyC5IHz83I/AAAAAAAAAis/M3StMYZRIZk/s1600-h/IMG_1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyC5IHz83I/AAAAAAAAAis/M3StMYZRIZk/s200/IMG_1600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281740380943151986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyC44oPdVI/AAAAAAAAAik/RzqSDPRT2IY/s1600-h/IMG_1599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyC44oPdVI/AAAAAAAAAik/RzqSDPRT2IY/s200/IMG_1599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281740376784205138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyC4gqi5uI/AAAAAAAAAic/xoOGziuDRa4/s1600-h/IMG_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyC4gqi5uI/AAAAAAAAAic/xoOGziuDRa4/s200/IMG_1680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281740370351417058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyC4crnJcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Wdmu0_M8KBo/s1600-h/IMG_1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyC4crnJcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Wdmu0_M8KBo/s200/IMG_1518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281740369282147778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyBL1rwXhI/AAAAAAAAAiM/a-WzcYNSrAU/s1600-h/IMG_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyBL1rwXhI/AAAAAAAAAiM/a-WzcYNSrAU/s200/IMG_1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281738503387897362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyBLnZJyGI/AAAAAAAAAiE/GNvDGM8h4BE/s1600-h/IMG_1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyBLnZJyGI/AAAAAAAAAiE/GNvDGM8h4BE/s200/IMG_1465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281738499551774818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyBLX2n8oI/AAAAAAAAAh8/IwCgAqZxlOk/s1600-h/IMG_1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyBLX2n8oI/AAAAAAAAAh8/IwCgAqZxlOk/s200/IMG_1476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281738495380419202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyBLJDzCNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/edIpoBZ86_c/s1600-h/IMG_1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyBLJDzCNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/edIpoBZ86_c/s200/IMG_1408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281738491409139922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyBKXcDZBI/AAAAAAAAAhs/DHjXQGGwQLw/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyBKXcDZBI/AAAAAAAAAhs/DHjXQGGwQLw/s200/IMG_1423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281738478089102354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noni-i love you. you have been there through thick and thin. no matter how far apart or close we live, know i love you and always will cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-7671733918967377313?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7671733918967377313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=7671733918967377313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7671733918967377313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7671733918967377313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-one-for-noni.html' title='and one for NONI'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUyDWiCue8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/QAmQD86DbrU/s72-c/n17806247_30162477_8054%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-584678085543883416</id><published>2008-12-18T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:03:31.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday to the BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqM34exl0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/kbbWtZ49rY0/s1600-h/IMG_3127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqM34exl0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/kbbWtZ49rY0/s200/IMG_3127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281188404727486274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqM3k2jGwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/aR9dvxLP054/s1600-h/IMG_3183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqM3k2jGwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/aR9dvxLP054/s200/IMG_3183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281188399458491138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqM3UNG12I/AAAAAAAAAgk/iGUeNcqbfmg/s1600-h/IMG_2979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqM3UNG12I/AAAAAAAAAgk/iGUeNcqbfmg/s200/IMG_2979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281188394989705058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqM1-XABkI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GOw1lsq7j50/s1600-h/IMG_3741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqM1-XABkI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GOw1lsq7j50/s200/IMG_3741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281188371945752130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are missing your BFF's birthday? When you cant throw him the parties of all parties? You cant bring him cake on his lunch break? You cant even give him a huge hug and tell him he is the bomb diggity...YOU BLOG to tell the world how great he is. You gchat him at work ALL day, and you set your facebook status around him all week. Thank heavens for the internet, otherwise Mr. Kent Breard III would have no idea how much i want him to have the best birthday ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets gush...why is kent the best friend of the best?? He goes to movies with you, and doesnt tell you he saw it the night before.&lt;br /&gt;He takes care of your birthday plans,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqLNQQADMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Jsi0VeOQPp0/s1600-h/IMG_3790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqLNQQADMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Jsi0VeOQPp0/s200/IMG_3790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281186572861967554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; including the perfect email invite, and then followed&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqM2vfvx2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/3y3uEeR2Zj4/s1600-h/IMG_3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqM2vfvx2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/3y3uEeR2Zj4/s200/IMG_3487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281188385135773538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; up by the best bbq ever-with strawberry shortcake and all. He watches gossip girl with you. He puts up with you when you are being the worlds biggest brat and you dont want to go to the baseball game and you are not being a good sport about it. He tells you your outfit is great even though it took you 20 minutes to get it right, and he was waiting. He buys your dinner even though he has NO obligation to do so. He listens to all the boy drama and always knows how to fix it. He likes the same candy at the movie theaters, even if he drops it all over the floor. He forces you to take a cab home across town even if it is only 9PM and you think it is redic, oh and he forces you to let him pay for it by stuffing the money in the cab, and then when you throw it out the window he teaches you a lesson by giving the 20 bucks to a homeless man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He helps with the cookies.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqNh0Wt_vI/AAAAAAAAAg8/hZev-2rYwOw/s1600-h/IMG_3421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 69px; height: 92px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqNh0Wt_vI/AAAAAAAAAg8/hZev-2rYwOw/s200/IMG_3421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281189125174460146" 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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kent is always up for anything...seriously anything. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqOyXd2GwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/bUkTRo0wXEA/s1600-h/Photo+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqOyXd2GwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/bUkTRo0wXEA/s200/Photo+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281190508989127426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note to anyone moving to a big city, or any city for that matter. Dont do it unless you have a KENT there waiting for you. I promise, it wont be the same without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU KENTY!!!!! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAAYYYYY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqOyQrFMgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/a-xqZY5RR8g/s1600-h/IMG_3654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqOyQrFMgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/a-xqZY5RR8g/s200/IMG_3654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281190507165594114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqO0KYz4tI/AAAAAAAAAhk/1zDjmXpCaEU/s1600-h/IMG_3658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqO0KYz4tI/AAAAAAAAAhk/1zDjmXpCaEU/s200/IMG_3658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281190539838087890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqOzrWFepI/AAAAAAAAAhc/31wKmy61aEU/s1600-h/IMG_3656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqOzrWFepI/AAAAAAAAAhc/31wKmy61aEU/s200/IMG_3656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281190531505158802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqOyzJI-AI/AAAAAAAAAhU/a-ukR2R5hHQ/s1600-h/IMG_3655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqOyzJI-AI/AAAAAAAAAhU/a-ukR2R5hHQ/s200/IMG_3655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281190516418476034" 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/7114261821624992013-584678085543883416?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/584678085543883416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=584678085543883416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/584678085543883416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/584678085543883416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-to-bff.html' title='birthday to the BFF'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SUqM34exl0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/kbbWtZ49rY0/s72-c/IMG_3127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-2550361303779544165</id><published>2008-12-08T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:01:23.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the best christmas pageant ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ST1dBNrFHgI/AAAAAAAAAfk/TlhwX8kQ6PQ/s1600-h/IMG_4119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ST1dBNrFHgI/AAAAAAAAAfk/TlhwX8kQ6PQ/s320/IMG_4119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277476613779693058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the drug lords going crazy in mexico, i wasnt able to attend the orphanage trip. i dont want to talk about it. so instead, we are going to talk about what i DID get to do this weekend. Can you say, best christmas pageant ever??  i can. i did. Who, what, where, why?? you ask? Well Dad is activities director in the ward, and mom is in the primary presidency. SOO...ward christmas pageant = harman family christmas project. mom did the angel costumes, i stuffed treat bags, practice after practice..you get the vibe.  we were all thinking things looked pretty grim friday night after dress rehearsal. the kids were ALL over the place. there was no rehearsing going on. we all said our prayers that night for a christmas miracle. and a miracle we got. Not to mention the McDonalds parfaits were delicious, the bagel shops cinnamon rolls hit the spot and the breakfast burritos were to die for...the kids pulled off the pageant without a hitch. It was the perfect combo of humor and sweet christmas spirit!!!  here are some pics...MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- if anyone needs a great script for their pageant, let us know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ST1dBhgQPfI/AAAAAAAAAfs/QiDmMoKNrrE/s1600-h/IMG_4123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ST1dBhgQPfI/AAAAAAAAAfs/QiDmMoKNrrE/s320/IMG_4123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277476619102993906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there is our mary, joseph and ... horse. how great was the scenery!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ST1dCbRFnPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-Xl2H4_a4V8/s1600-h/IMG_4134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ST1dCbRFnPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-Xl2H4_a4V8/s320/IMG_4134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277476634608639218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh yes, and our "wise guys" check out the kid in reds face...this is right after he said he was going to give baby jesus &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt;. also, look about the innkeepers door, do you see our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;star&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ST1dCBGsiTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/LLPrvYEgzT0/s1600-h/IMG_4132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ST1dCBGsiTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/LLPrvYEgzT0/s320/IMG_4132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277476627585730866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how cute are those angels. do you see our one boy angel there on the end?? he didnt seem to notice he was the only one. love him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ST1dB0O8HhI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Bx-cbKGoH_k/s1600-h/IMG_4130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ST1dB0O8HhI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Bx-cbKGoH_k/s320/IMG_4130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277476624130645522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sheep and shepards. i think the kids had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/kimmyharman/Pictures/iPhoto%20Library/Modified/2008/Dec%206,%202008/IMG_4119.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-2550361303779544165?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2550361303779544165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=2550361303779544165' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2550361303779544165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2550361303779544165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-christmas-pageant-ever.html' title='the best christmas pageant ever'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/ST1dBNrFHgI/AAAAAAAAAfk/TlhwX8kQ6PQ/s72-c/IMG_4119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-9165122158912282229</id><published>2008-11-19T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:50:46.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas anyone???</title><content type='html'>SO,&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a job (and how many of my posts do i start off with "SO"...i just got a fear that it is a lot) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;...what do you do?? You become errand girl. errand girl is the best job ever, because most errands include returning shirts to the mall and crafting for primary. i love going to the mall, and crafting is something i am good at. also you become sub at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;harman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wilde&lt;/span&gt;. you get to set up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;november&lt;/span&gt;...which is a treat, especially when it is for fancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nancy&lt;/span&gt; (one of my moms fab clients). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nancy&lt;/span&gt; loves anything that glitters. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; and i took that to heart yesterday and ran. we ran LONG, FAST and HARD and we gave this girl a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; that put a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dallas&lt;/span&gt; mall on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;december&lt;/span&gt; 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to shame. This thing had more glitter, more snowflakes and more christmas goodness than you could ever know what to do with. and it was awesome. no it was more than awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also you go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mexico&lt;/span&gt; and give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; to orphans. i know, i know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not bragging, really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; doing the beg for money thing. If you are looking for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; cause to donate to let me know. this is a great trip, we take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; to an orphanage in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mexico&lt;/span&gt; and then while we are there we also give rice and beans, and blankets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt; to the community. it is a fantastic cause and we can use all the help we can get! so let me know if you are in. you can post, email, call, text...anything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-9165122158912282229?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/9165122158912282229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=9165122158912282229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/9165122158912282229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/9165122158912282229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/11/orphans.html' title='christmas anyone???'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-4362657926520443877</id><published>2008-11-13T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:26:18.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p161196-Salt_Lake_City-Salt_Lake_Temple.jpg" src="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p161196-Salt_Lake_City-Salt_Lake_Temple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it was your regular day at the temple. i ran in, did my thing, showered up, and started to run out. i even had my white socks off and new brown wedges on. I had my small white ticket to exchange with the man for a parking token. a nice couple was in front of me and the man in the couple decided he wanted to ask the temple patron a question. the young man preceded to ask the patron what i thought was a silly question about the logistics of one of the ordinances. I was patient. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to be rude. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; interrupt, i would wait my turn for my token.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they are discussing a secret gate came out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt; and blocked the exit of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;baptistery&lt;/span&gt;. weird? yes. the temple patron said, "oh no, this is not good". Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;geeze&lt;/span&gt;. if the man in the couple could have just googled his question, or asked his father in law, i would have been home free, but no. instead i got to be in the temple ON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOCKDOWN&lt;/span&gt; for an hour and 30 minutes. apparently there was a small scare in the recording office that included such phrases as...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bio hazard&lt;/span&gt; threat...FBI...and white powder. shockingly the little ladies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; freak out, the old men stayed very calm, and all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;byu&lt;/span&gt; students were just happy to be missing class. maybe there is something to this spirit in the temple business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upsides:&lt;br /&gt;1. no one was taken down by anthrax&lt;br /&gt;2. my hair dried before i had to go outside&lt;br /&gt;3. i learned about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gail's&lt;/span&gt; curve gym in sandy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;niomi's&lt;/span&gt; foster care placement business&lt;br /&gt;4. no one was taken down by anthrax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downsides:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get to shower before i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;costco&lt;/span&gt; with mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;2. the girl next to me missed the first 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; of her class at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;slc&lt;/span&gt; center&lt;br /&gt;3. by the time we got out it had started raining and my hair that had dried was again...wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man at the temple came up to me and told me to go home and write about this in my journal...turns out this is as much of a journal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; got these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was little i always signed off my journal entries with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...there you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-4362657926520443877?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4362657926520443877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=4362657926520443877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4362657926520443877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4362657926520443877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/11/scare.html' title='scare...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-7670302328633138588</id><published>2008-11-09T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:53:10.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>utah...weddings...job hunts....you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SRddrsk7wjI/AAAAAAAAAe8/B05HQZZy5EA/s1600-h/IMG_4116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266781294514913842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SRddrsk7wjI/AAAAAAAAAe8/B05HQZZy5EA/s320/IMG_4116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This if for my uncle kent. At jamies wedding he said that he was checking my blog daily trying to see what this utah adventure was bringing. I didnt realize that i had followers. I didnt realize that there was anyone that needed an update. but for you uncle kent...anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all...the wedding. it was GREAT. it could not have gone better. Jamie was &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;STUNNING &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;(thank you dana for fixing the hair i completely screwed up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The couple was &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;BLISSFULLY&lt;/span&gt; happy (not sure who to thank for that).&lt;br /&gt;The food was &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;DELICIOUS&lt;/span&gt; (thank you cafe terigo). The pictures were &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;TO DIE FOR&lt;/span&gt; (thank you matt). The people were &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;DELIGHTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SRdg2rvszwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/5uQm8a2KpCE/s1600-h/IMG_4108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266784781805080322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SRdg2rvszwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/5uQm8a2KpCE/s320/IMG_4108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;UL&lt;/span&gt;(thank you everyone). and the flowers were &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;PERFECT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;(thanks nat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; minus the loss of 2 tank tops that went to my dress and mom's dress...things could not have gone better. here is the link to their NYC photoshoot in case anyone is interested! http://www.matthewturley.com/galleries/JamieAndTaylor/ Makes you want to get married and move to new york. doesnt it??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as my move back to utah...life is good! I am still on the job hunt, so im not sure what is going to happen there. but i am home. it feels fantastic. I have been living with my mom and dad and it couldnt be better. I am excited to live with em in SLC, but am truly enjoying my time at home. mom and i have been baking cookies, i have had plenty of time to teach baby ella the fine art of shopping, i have even found a new group of friends (thank you pinebrook ward sunbeam class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting to do this post because I have been waiting for big news to report, so the news is...there really is no news. sorry. i did lock my keys in the car last night. I really have problems with that. I have never had a speeding ticket, never lost my keys (for good), never been in an accident...but i have locked my keys in the car about 400 times. thank you to mom for driving a key down, to triple AAA for saving my bacon when the key didnt work, to Michael’s craft store for keeping me entertained while waiting for AAA man, and to em for talking to me on the phone while I wandered the endless aisles of Michael's so i couldn’t focus enough to get sucked into buying all the items i would need to start a craft projects that I would inevitably never finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that is all ive got...dont worry i will keep you posted. promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=":98"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7114261821624992013-7670302328633138588?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7670302328633138588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=7670302328633138588' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7670302328633138588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/7670302328633138588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/11/utahweddingsjob-huntsyou-know.html' title='utah...weddings...job hunts....you know...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SRddrsk7wjI/AAAAAAAAAe8/B05HQZZy5EA/s72-c/IMG_4116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-6246781601562107135</id><published>2008-10-22T13:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:57:24.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>vynl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vynl&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to say thank you for sucking last night. usually i love your salads. and you are always so willing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; large groups, so we thought you were the perfect pick for my goodbye dinner. turns out you sucked. my salad was really gross, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kents&lt;/span&gt; shake was too runny, even for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kent&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;joes&lt;/span&gt; burger was nasty, and even my diet coke was way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;syrupy&lt;/span&gt;. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jamie&lt;/span&gt; liked her soup, so you can keep her as a fan. as for me, i thank you. this makes leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ny&lt;/span&gt; a tiny bit easier. i wont miss you, i wont crave you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you in ut, flauta salad at bajio. im forever yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-6246781601562107135?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6246781601562107135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=6246781601562107135' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6246781601562107135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6246781601562107135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/10/vynl.html' title='vynl'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-8986686551701019637</id><published>2008-10-20T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:42:51.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the bittersweet...</title><content type='html'>its my last week as a new yorker. T-4 days actually. ask my mom...ive been a bit of a rollercoaster. one day, i am so excited to be out west i cant take it....the next, i want to stay in new york and eat black and white cookies forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss the convenience of hoping in and out of stores without having to park...but i will love having a car to park so i dont have to walk blocks and blocks and blocks in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the pizza...but i will love my waistline to go back to its utah size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss h&amp;amp;m...but i will love the outlet malls, and malls in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss thai and indian food on every corner...but i will love bajio and cafe rio...mmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss jamie...but i will love baby ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss jetting to europe, but i will love jetting to cali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a bittersweet. bittersweet is good. packing is what is not good. such a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell nyc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-8986686551701019637?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/8986686551701019637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=8986686551701019637' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/8986686551701019637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/8986686551701019637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/10/bittersweet.html' title='the bittersweet...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-35446457083045137</id><published>2008-10-06T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:17:25.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; never been tagged. i always wanted to be tagged. and now that I am tagged (thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt;) i have writers block. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; supposed to say 6 quirky things about myself. I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; quirky, i do. but i cant for the life of me think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i figured take it slow and write them as i think of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i have to wear pj's that i am in the mood for. i know, quirky. getting dressed for bed is as much about what mood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; in as getting dressed for the day.  i do have a lot of pj's, so there are lots of choices. but i cant just always wear the grey target jersey knit, sometimes i have to wear the chainsaw sweatpants and white v-neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i love counting crows. i have seen them twice. well never a REAL, hard core show, but 2 times nonetheless.  Anyway, both times they played long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;december&lt;/span&gt; i teared up. both times. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why. i just love them that much i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 2 of my favorite smells are wet cement and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;buring&lt;/span&gt; fields. i know, strange. i love the smell of cement after it rains. it is like a strangely clean smell. and i guess burning fields goes back to summers on my grandpa's farm. After harvest they burn the hay fields and i just love the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can watch run away bride on repeat. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why. but i can seriously watch it over and over and over and never get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. my nostrils flare when i laugh. the harder i laugh the faster they flare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i got a bloody nose everyday on the school bus as a child. ask meg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;knudsen&lt;/span&gt;. She knows, she was the sweetheart that got the tissues for me...everyday.  it might be a quirk in of itself that two of my quirks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to do with my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;smachie&lt;/span&gt;. love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-35446457083045137?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/35446457083045137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=35446457083045137' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/35446457083045137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/35446457083045137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-183659258524506079</id><published>2008-09-27T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:32:01.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>life decisions.</title><content type='html'>when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jamie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tay&lt;/span&gt; decided to get married (wedding plans are coming a long swimmingly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;) i lost my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; and NY best friend. SO, i could...move to a new apartment, new ward and find new roommates OR I could move out of the city. I thought, and thought, did the praying thing, then some more thinking and decided LOGISTICALLY staying makes so much sense. I mean, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to stay in NY forever, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think I could run out just yet. I mean, i have a killer job, and this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nyc&lt;/span&gt;, right???  yeah, i thought so too. I tried really really hard to feel good about this logical plan. but i woke up every morning anxious beyond anxious. Stressed beyond stressed. basically freaked out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt;. because it made so much sense. Well long story short (i guess it is too late for that) I decided to try thinking about a move outside of the city, and the sunshine came POURING back in. In contrast i woke up with a smile on my face, peace during lunch, peace during dinner, peace all around. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; sleep i was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO the big news is...Utah get ready, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt; got your girl back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO: new york- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; loved you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt; been really really good to me. sometimes i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; love you, but all in all, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; trade you for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; missed you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; missed your way of life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; excited to see you again. please have a job ready and waiting for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-183659258524506079?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/183659258524506079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=183659258524506079' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/183659258524506079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/183659258524506079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-decisions.html' title='life decisions.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-2516478484444436205</id><published>2008-09-20T16:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:57:16.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the fam...</title><content type='html'>SO...big sister is getting married! Yes, its official, jamie and taylor are tying the knot. Because jamie said the thought of getting married in january makes her want to cry (and for those of you who know jamie, she is not a cryer) they are getting married in NOVEMBER. November 1 in fact. i know, quick, but we are excited. cant wait to lock tay in. While im thrilled for the happy couple, it leaves me short of a roommate. SO, if anyone knows of a killer job in UTAH, or a killer apartment in NY, im on the lookout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SNV2ZBomxPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/4gI4DoQPpls/s1600-h/Bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SNV2ZBomxPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/4gI4DoQPpls/s320/Bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248231113077736690" 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/7114261821624992013-2516478484444436205?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2516478484444436205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=2516478484444436205' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2516478484444436205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2516478484444436205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcom-to-fam.html' title='Welcome to the fam...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SNV2ZBomxPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/4gI4DoQPpls/s72-c/Bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-6741343252499828208</id><published>2008-09-02T15:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:51:42.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ella jane packer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SL2z2-trAFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Cq9KPWAfobs/s1600-h/DSC_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SL2z2-trAFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Cq9KPWAfobs/s320/DSC_0207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241543298457993298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came. She is absolutely perfect. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; serious. I never knew a baby could be so beautiful, and we could love her so much. i know it is so sappy, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care, she is too perfect to care about sap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story:&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back my sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alissa&lt;/span&gt; scheduled her c-section, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aug&lt;/span&gt; 29. I am going home in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oct&lt;/span&gt; for a full week so I thought i would hold off and just see the baby then, fast forward to august 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; on the phone with my dad and realize being on the phone when she comes really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; going to cut it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ichat&lt;/span&gt; is really cool for checking out the size of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;al's&lt;/span&gt; belly, but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; going be enough. a few tears lead to the computer, and 25,000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;skymiles&lt;/span&gt; later I was booked to meet that baby girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The naming process took a few days, but finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ryan&lt;/span&gt; settled on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ella&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt; packer, and it could not suit her more. see for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SL20s-UvxYI/AAAAAAAAAYM/18EYHIrgHTo/s1600-h/DSC_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SL20s-UvxYI/AAAAAAAAAYM/18EYHIrgHTo/s320/DSC_0105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241544226066384258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;good thing she looks really good in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SL2zlHOxhgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_pLD-akQiWI/s1600-h/IMG_4073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SL2zlHOxhgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_pLD-akQiWI/s320/IMG_4073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241542991506671106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SL2zlI_rz4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/nPltGhTCYOM/s1600-h/DSC_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SL2zlI_rz4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/nPltGhTCYOM/s320/DSC_0136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241542991980253058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is middle of the night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ella&lt;/span&gt;...wide eyed, even after 6 laps around the maternity ward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SL2zlPItwGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/FR53sclqP7Q/s1600-h/DSC_0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SL2zlPItwGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/FR53sclqP7Q/s320/DSC_0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241542993628741730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ella&lt;/span&gt; in her first outfit. she looked so cute, i also gave her her first manicure (baby nails grow fast and they are pointy)...i think this girl and I are going to get a long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt get enough??? go to www.ryanandalissa.com for lots more pics. ryan is really good with the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-6741343252499828208?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6741343252499828208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=6741343252499828208' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6741343252499828208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6741343252499828208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/09/ella-jane-packer.html' title='ella jane packer'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SL2z2-trAFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Cq9KPWAfobs/s72-c/DSC_0207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-4659968212871571237</id><published>2008-08-22T05:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T05:08:41.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>jet lag??</title><content type='html'>so I know that you are supposed to wake up at 4 in the morning and be WIDE awake when you return home from a trip like this, i know that you are supposed to be DEAD tired at 8pm, and starving at 6am...but can jet lag make you REALLY emotional? I mean like cry during sisterhood of the traveling pants 2 kind of emotional. I cried when I opened looked at the pictures of baby indie on meg's blog. I cried at dinner the other night talking about a really old relationship. Can i blame it on jet lag, and it will go away with the other annoying little issues? LETS HOPE SO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, my sensitivity to smell has also increased dramatically since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;italy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alissa&lt;/span&gt;-this is mostly a question for you...when i wash my hands or take a shower the metallic smell almost blows me away. weird? normal? or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just crazy. sadly i think i might just be crazy, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; a surprise to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so emotional world of messed up sleep and metallic smells...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; over you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-4659968212871571237?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4659968212871571237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=4659968212871571237' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4659968212871571237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4659968212871571237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/08/jet-lag.html' title='jet lag??'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-5963829326479222232</id><published>2008-08-19T08:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:11:14.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>italy!!</title><content type='html'>as promised....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKs2wjJg5lI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MTpjzAknsbw/s1600-h/IMG_4052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKs2wjJg5lI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MTpjzAknsbw/s320/IMG_4052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236339199445100114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will open with this shot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; unbeknown to me prior to taking the photo, it cost me 10 euro. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; like 12 bucks...i want their job. I walk up, they say, yes, take a picture with me...we flirt, we have a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;photoshoot&lt;/span&gt; (on MY camera), and then he says, okay that is 10 euro. I said, seriously??? good thing it was in focus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKs2wOb8-HI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Xbs8msTskfc/s1600-h/IMG_4039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKs2wOb8-HI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Xbs8msTskfc/s320/IMG_4039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236339193885292658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am in front of st. peters...we had 3 hours in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rome&lt;/span&gt; before we had to jump on a flight, we got to see a few things, but not nearly enough! i need to go back, who is in???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKrkhfIpqGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/4meTFUlEzys/s1600-h/IMG_4032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKrkhfIpqGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/4meTFUlEzys/s320/IMG_4032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236248780716222562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is the wedding dinner site. The cute lady in black owns the restaurant with her husband &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fabio&lt;/span&gt;, yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fabio&lt;/span&gt;. They were the sweetest couple and had so much fun with them. We stayed until 2:30 am hanging out with them after the party...so we deem it as a success. I wish you could see the restaurant a little better, the walls are all original stone and the architecture is really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKreBIz-iBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DzkjBNkkndQ/s1600-h/IMG_4031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKreBIz-iBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DzkjBNkkndQ/s320/IMG_4031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236241627898349586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is a detail shot of the tables...see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;artfool&lt;/span&gt; blog for more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKrm5EhpQUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/XvomGBGWOwA/s1600-h/IMG_3991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKrm5EhpQUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/XvomGBGWOwA/s320/IMG_3991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236251384913412418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt; and I had to pull this silly cart for the picnic through town, down a hill, up a hill, through some switchbacks and then into the cave. Lets just say we worked of a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gelatos&lt;/span&gt;. Oh and did i mention we brought it back too...real women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKreBUSBnAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/E37imMZguQ4/s1600-h/IMG_4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKreBUSBnAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/E37imMZguQ4/s320/IMG_4005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236241630977170434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is the after cart shot...all dolled up with candy, nut and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friut&lt;/span&gt;. It turned out really cute, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;paula&lt;/span&gt; (the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt; event planner who we LOVE) said it looked like a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt; cart...so again...success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKreBqYygnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mzBvm0nU8mE/s1600-h/IMG_4002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKreBqYygnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mzBvm0nU8mE/s320/IMG_4002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236241636911121010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the wedding picnic. and yes, it is in a cave. Before we added the polka dot runner, it looked a lot like the last supper in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKreB2E1BwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/A55P4oLhZfE/s1600-h/IMG_3940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKreB2E1BwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/A55P4oLhZfE/s320/IMG_3940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236241640048625410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the huge famous cathedral was stripped. yes, striped, inside and out. i LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKrm5ZFOxVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/e1qFnNSgNM8/s1600-h/IMG_3951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKrm5ZFOxVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/e1qFnNSgNM8/s320/IMG_3951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236251390431380818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is the outside shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;italy&lt;/span&gt; rocks. Really we had a great trip and things could not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; gone smoother. The linens fit the tables (even though i had a nightmare the first night in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;italy&lt;/span&gt; that they were too short) , the flowers arrived alive (better than they do in NY), and all 25 of the boxes I shipped made it over the big blue ocean and into our tiny little flower shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;artfool&lt;/span&gt; blog will have a lot more pictures in the next few weeks, so check that out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-5963829326479222232?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5963829326479222232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=5963829326479222232' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5963829326479222232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5963829326479222232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/08/italy.html' title='italy!!'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKs2wjJg5lI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MTpjzAknsbw/s72-c/IMG_4052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-5786953659182722658</id><published>2008-08-13T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:48:13.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;italy rocks. only have 2 minutes left on my internet cafe card. but it rocks. big time!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-5786953659182722658?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5786953659182722658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=5786953659182722658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5786953659182722658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5786953659182722658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/08/italy-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-5532068122223296368</id><published>2008-08-11T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:05:54.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping the sabbath day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKBTkWeHanI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IWsGU-S1NFM/s1600-h/IMG_3926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKBTkWeHanI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IWsGU-S1NFM/s320/IMG_3926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233274650976807538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ashley&lt;/span&gt; and I headed off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boston&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; for one last weekend with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wylie&lt;/span&gt; before ash and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wy&lt;/span&gt; move. We had such a fun weekend, we shopped, we ate, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;churched&lt;/span&gt;, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;olympicd&lt;/span&gt;, we hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tubbed&lt;/span&gt;. So about that church thing. Somehow we all spaced going to the grocery store &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; night, so when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; lunch rolled around we were hit with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;. What to do? Play the vacation card and go to the cheesecake factory...or...keep the sabbath day holy and get creative in the boys kitchen. We all need all the blessings we can get, so we took on the challenge. Mistake. big mistake. We were all pumped up about our random potluck little meal. Everyone had a job, I took on the pasta (3 boxes of pasta-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;roni&lt;/span&gt; of varying flavors...that were from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chris's&lt;/span&gt; days in PROVO, side note, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt; has moved 3 times since he lived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;provo&lt;/span&gt;. how in the world do 3 boxes of pasta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;roni&lt;/span&gt; make it through 3 moves without someone thinking, "maybe we can toss these babies, and get some new pasta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;roni&lt;/span&gt; on the other side of the move") anyway...pasta, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wylie&lt;/span&gt; grilled up some hot dogs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt; was all over the bacon, ash baked the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;rhodes&lt;/span&gt; rolls dough, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wylie&lt;/span&gt; heated up some canned green beans (his favorite, i will forever think they taste like tin can). That was the all start line up. Still, before we ate we considered our efforts a triumph. about 2 bites in the doubts were manifested. "this pasta sucks"..."these beans taste like tin"..."even the bacon is bad"...we finally concluded,"this was hands down the worst meal I've ever eaten". the proof is in the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKBUVRUfNYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/P8kllm3P8co/s1600-h/IMG_3927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKBUVRUfNYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/P8kllm3P8co/s320/IMG_3927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233275491407836546" 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/7114261821624992013-5532068122223296368?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5532068122223296368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=5532068122223296368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5532068122223296368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/5532068122223296368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/08/keeping-sabbath-day.html' title='keeping the sabbath day.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SKBTkWeHanI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IWsGU-S1NFM/s72-c/IMG_3926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-348953584880865365</id><published>2008-08-03T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:13:17.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>major blog catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a really crazy summer. between a lot of crazy business at work and a birthday things have been...well busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday...it was so perfect. mom and dad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wylie&lt;/span&gt;, all came to the city and we had a ball. we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yankees&lt;/span&gt; game (dad had to see the stadium before it was history). i hate catch up blogs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it feels outdated and lame. but the birthday weekend really truly is worthy of a blog. it rocked. seriously, it is amazing how when you get older its not about the presents (even though the presents were AWESOME) its about having the people you love close. cheesy, i know, but really. it was just so fun to have everyone together. we celebrated and celebrated. we went to the shake shack and had major burgers, fries, shakes, concretes, and diet cokes. talk about YUM to the MUM. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not really sure what that means, but it was delicious). After we saw Dark Knight, again old news...but talk about creepy and intense. I found myself literally holding my breath and having to remind myself to breath. that is intense. also intense...was the birthday shout out from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;linda&lt;/span&gt; the ticket &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;collector&lt;/span&gt; that Noelle made friends with in line. Sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;linda&lt;/span&gt; stands in front of the theater and leads the crowd in a birthday wish. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;? yes. funny? really. the best part was approx. 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; after the enthusiastic "happy birthday" wish...just as the lights went dark and the movie previews were about to begin someone from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; 10 rows back yells, "enjoy the movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kimmy&lt;/span&gt;" to which i responded a meek "thanks." and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure you had to be there. anyway. there it is. best way to celebrate your birthday is at regal theater in Union square. they really know how to take care of you. AND you get great presents from them (2 yes, 2 mini movie posters of The Love Guru. oh yeah, you can be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be topped. We started the morning with pancakes. During which I believe I created a very marketable pancake combo. i call it Pancake parfait. Yes, you take your pancake (mine was blueberry), then top it with a nice layer of vanilla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt;. (i know, right) then sprinkle a little crunchy granola on there...and then topped off with fresh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;strawberry's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; telling you, its good. REALLY good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are getting sick of the celebration, but its not over yet. After the parents and the boys left Kent and Adam stepped up and made me a full steak dinner on the roof. Complete with grilled corn, grilled veggies, steak AND strawberry short cake!!!! spoiled? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k...i promise to be better about this. promise. i go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;italy&lt;/span&gt; next week for an event, we will be gone for a week, but I will take pictures and you will be begging me to stop talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-348953584880865365?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/348953584880865365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=348953584880865365' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/348953584880865365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/348953584880865365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-6017564611905297247</id><published>2008-07-08T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:22:43.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>artfool is growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SHQg5HXkuYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/S3JG8PeVHTc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SHQg5HXkuYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/S3JG8PeVHTc/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220834033631803778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hit a miles stone this week. I think I just grew up, and i feel like i have mixed emotions about it. I think I am starting to feel like what it is like to have a career. I told Alissa today that I think I might be becoming a career girl. and it scares me that it doesn't scare me.  A career means you are not antsy after 6 months of folding clothes at nordstrom, instead you grow with the company and look forward to your next steps at the office. (dorky i know) well this week was a big week for Artfool (the company i work for). Since I worked for the company we have been spread all over the city. We had our shop, where I spent most of my time having meetings, but where it was difficult to feel organized. We had maggie space aka workroom, where all the "magic" happened and the flowers were assembled. Then we had the office which is where the bills are paid. Anyway, this week we took a leap of faith and moved into one big BEAUTIFUL space where everyone has a proper desk, and we can all live as one big happy family. It is amazing what has happened to production. I finally have a place to put papers, put paper clips, I have a place to own, to be organized in...and it totally works. We LOVE it. Today jo (my co-worker) and I were literally jumping up and down screaming "we are organized and its working!!!!!!!!" (we tried a new spreadsheet and it made everything sooo much easeir...again, so dorky, i know!) (we also both got giddy over the 20 pack of sharpie pens...sooo many colors..you should see our calendar now!!!!) anyway...congrats to artfool! we are coming into a new phase of business and i couldn't be more excited to be a part of it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second milestone of the week. our cover story for martha came out this week.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SHQfzQkPAeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CE4jwsWSiJY/s1600-h/msw2008-sum-9-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SHQfzQkPAeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CE4jwsWSiJY/s320/msw2008-sum-9-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220832833509982690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not only is matthew really proud of the story (becasue it turned out beautiful) but this was my first photoshoot that i saw from pre-production to the newstands. It is amazing to see something in the workspace transform into a picture on the page, I am pretty proud of it it too, check out the &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.artfool.com/portfolio2/portfolio-floral/press/mw2008-sum/msw2008-sum-c.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;!!!! ps- alissa said people love seeing when i post pictures. 1. i didnt realize everyone loved them so much. 2. the reason i often dont post pictures is because my pictures suck. i feel like they are lame and don't really capture much. SO if you want to see more, please check out the website!!  there is so much of our stuff on there to see! &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.artfool.com/"&gt;www.artfool.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...this picture is my favorite from the shoot. i loved it when we were setting it up and I LOVE how it turned out. You can really get a sense of the flowers and how beautiful simple arrangments can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-6017564611905297247?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6017564611905297247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=6017564611905297247' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6017564611905297247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6017564611905297247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/07/artfool-is-growing-up.html' title='artfool is growing up'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SHQg5HXkuYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/S3JG8PeVHTc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-4599473587424885844</id><published>2008-06-20T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:00:57.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom is right...TX deserves a post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SFxDjqvRuPI/AAAAAAAAATU/pV8V6kRO5LU/s1600-h/alamo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SFxDjqvRuPI/AAAAAAAAATU/pV8V6kRO5LU/s320/alamo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214116748635257074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is right. The trip to San Antonio deserves a full post. A full fun post, that makes you all wish you went on the trip with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best things about the trip with the parents you ask??...&lt;br /&gt;1. getting out of the city, and into TEXAS. i landed, and i felt it. I love texas. I only lived there for 6 months, but i love it. I think i will always love it. it just has a special something...maybe it is the texas stars EVERYWHERE, maybe it is the wranglers and the pickup trucks that you CANT find in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;2. best shopping of my life. thanks for the reminder mom. this BGBC dress...its to die for. it is perfect for work. you know it is a good shopping trip when...a) the largest outlet mall in the world (yes i said, and i stick to it, in the world) is involved, and b) you come home with the PERFECT summer wardrobe for your new life in the big city. my mom says her purchases are working out for her too...all i can say is the harman girls know how to shop.&lt;br /&gt;3. the alamo rocks. it was hot, yes...and humid. but i loved it. history and beautiful architecture...im in. like i said, i would like my wedding reception there. (am i getting married any time soon? no, but this is my field these days, cant help but have it on your radar when that is all you do all day long.)&lt;br /&gt;4. tex mex. damn, sorry for the swear, but I LOVE TEX MEX. i love it. i love the fresh tomatoes, the spice, the tortillas, the waiter that doesnt give you a scowl when you ask for a lime in your diet coke, because limes are in abundance in a tex mex world. jamie and i walked, and walked and sweated, and walked to this amazing tex mex restaurant that the riverboat guy on the riverwalk suggested. and yup, go with the locals...it rocked.&lt;br /&gt;5. time with the parents. seriously living across the country from them is lame. call me a mama and daddy's girl, but i like hanging out with my parents, no i take that back I LOVE hanging out with my parents. i would do it all day long if I could, so a little time with them was a treat and a half.&lt;br /&gt;6. and im so not mean enough to post "the facial picture". He seriously might NEVER talk to me again. like seriously...ever. so dad, happy fathers day, your real present (besides the TOTALLY awesome present jamie and I got you) is NOT posting the amazing picture of me applying a face mask on you. love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes...TX rocked. THANK YOU MOM AND DAD!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this one is for al and kim...and i swear it didnt look as stupid as it does here. or at least im going to keep telling myself that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SFxEn2HWVnI/AAAAAAAAATc/P9ZOXwBYBJk/s1600-h/kh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SFxEn2HWVnI/AAAAAAAAATc/P9ZOXwBYBJk/s320/kh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214117919920117362" 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/7114261821624992013-4599473587424885844?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4599473587424885844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=4599473587424885844' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4599473587424885844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/4599473587424885844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/06/mom-is-righttx-deserves-post.html' title='Mom is right...TX deserves a post'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SFxDjqvRuPI/AAAAAAAAATU/pV8V6kRO5LU/s72-c/alamo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-2720741188210068370</id><published>2008-06-19T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:09:52.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>idk</title><content type='html'>idk, it means i dont know. i feel at a loss to a post. have i been busy? oh yes. went to san antonio with the parents...(which was great, i think i want my wedding reception to be at the alamo...any takers??)...the only post worthy picture there was dad with a face mask. (whoops, wasnt supposed to mention that), but it is on jamie's camera. sorry. all my pictures are on my computer. which has some weird virus, which only means one thing. i need wylie to come to ny, or i need to go to boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to think what else, this is so boring. i had a bad hair day today so i tied up a little scarf. 1/2 way through the day i realized the bow was HUGE and sat where you would tie off a low, side-pony...it was ridiculous, but i didn't fix it, i actually kinda liked it.  it just took me 5 tries, with  the spell check options to figure out how to spell ridiculous.  yes, 5. it was that first "i" that was throwing off my right click options. it is not an "e", its an "i".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh...i give up. my life is boring. i will come up with something. something good. until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-2720741188210068370?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2720741188210068370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=2720741188210068370' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2720741188210068370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/2720741188210068370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/06/idk.html' title='idk'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-248360103629080877</id><published>2008-06-02T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:55:57.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SESkpO3bcVI/AAAAAAAAATE/9UWBggKTbQM/s1600-h/1760-13-if-nose-0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SESkpO3bcVI/AAAAAAAAATE/9UWBggKTbQM/s320/1760-13-if-nose-0390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207468097419309394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might be too much information, but  you know the holethat goes into your nose, not the part of your nostril you can see, but the actual hole that goes into your head. Well mine are different sizes. One is WAY smaller than the other. I notice this when my nose is even a tiny bit stuffy. It so happens that the smaller hole is the hole that they used to get into my brain to remove my cyst. Wouldnt that make it larger though? not smaller? the only thing i can come up with is that scare tissue filled up my hole and made it annoyingly smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of other things to write about, but of course i choose to write about my nose hole. in other news...did the harbor cruise this weekend, and am not ashamed to admit I had a ball, the city was BEAUTIFUL, the company was fantastic and the food was...well sometimes a hot dog goes a long ways. Tonight we did the street festival, Taste of NY. All the restaurants on the street do little booths and you buy tickets for samples. It was SO much fun. we had some amazing food and again, just had a ball. so come to NY in the summer, I promise I wont show you my nose holes. (i have been trying to get people to look, but for some reason people are opposed.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-248360103629080877?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/248360103629080877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=248360103629080877' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/248360103629080877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/248360103629080877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-nose.html' title='my nose'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SESkpO3bcVI/AAAAAAAAATE/9UWBggKTbQM/s72-c/1760-13-if-nose-0390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-1271209395022022055</id><published>2008-05-27T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:23:00.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I do heart NY, I do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SDwmvQcVeoI/AAAAAAAAASg/PTsuvnSrfcg/s1600-h/15365pw150[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205077862642973314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SDwmvQcVeoI/AAAAAAAAASg/PTsuvnSrfcg/s320/15365pw150%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last week I had a "why do i live in new york" morning. The subway stunk, the street was crowded, and i really just missed my car, friends...and the west coast way of life. To get myself out of the slump I decieded I needed some NY appreciation. What are the reasons we love new york?? shopping. yes, shopping. So I headed over to soho after work, and decieded I would buy what i pleased. Is it shallow to admit that my retail therapy worked splendidly?? I walked into steve madden to find a buy one get one half off sale...&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SDwjmQcVelI/AAAAAAAAASI/A-g3m4dwI5g/s1600-h/KEEPSAKE_GOLD-SNAKE_large[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205074409489267282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SDwjmQcVelI/AAAAAAAAASI/A-g3m4dwI5g/s320/KEEPSAKE_GOLD-SNAKE_large%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SDwk3wcVenI/AAAAAAAAASY/RtY0v2YaHrU/s1600-h/shoes_iaec1089203[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205075809648605810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="183" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SDwk3wcVenI/AAAAAAAAASY/RtY0v2YaHrU/s320/shoes_iaec1089203%5B1%5D.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next i found a diet coke, a vintage shop that had a killer sale and a guy handing out free 100 calorie cookie packs. Oh and did I mention every subway car came right as I walked into the station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes. I still heart NYC, i just need some reminders every once and a while.&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/7114261821624992013-1271209395022022055?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1271209395022022055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=1271209395022022055' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1271209395022022055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/1271209395022022055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-do-heart-ny-i-do.html' title='I do heart NY, I do...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SDwmvQcVeoI/AAAAAAAAASg/PTsuvnSrfcg/s72-c/15365pw150%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-6224937297731657434</id><published>2008-05-26T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:12:24.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>miss emily's birthay shout out</title><content type='html'>well...it seems as if my blog world has turned to shout out world (i have another post coming, i just need to download some pics first) Ok, but this is a REALLY important shout out. One of the most important actually. It is emily hutchison's birthday. I dont know if you are aware, but emily's birthday is kind of a big deal. 2 years ago we had an "anything but clothes party" yes, everyone had to be fully dressed, but you couldnt wear clothes. get creative folks.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SDrabAcVejI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XRHLBxy4QRw/s1600-h/anything+but+clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SDrabAcVejI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XRHLBxy4QRw/s320/anything+but+clothes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204712476890200626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next year we paid a little visit to mickey...another thing about em you probably know, is that she LOVES disneyland. When you disneyland with em you are there before the gates open, and you disney all day long (without breaks)...you disney so long some people even get disneyd out, but not our em. she disney's till the day is done and they kick you out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SDra8wcVekI/AAAAAAAAASA/n_uaq8hymcc/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SDra8wcVekI/AAAAAAAAASA/n_uaq8hymcc/s320/IMG_2406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204713056710785602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disney birthday bling...&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;And sadly this year...i am forced to resort to a blog. a blog. it is sad, i know. heartbreaking actually. But if a blog it is, then a killer, picture laden, praise giving blog it will be. The pictures are endless, so i will throw them in a slideshow if i can figure that out. but the praise comes here. Emily is one of the best. the very best. crap, this is going to get sappy. i dont want sappy, but she rocks. she knows just what to say when no one else does. she doesnt need to even sugar coat because she just has a way with saying it like it is, but being sweet and understanding. she throws a killer, killer party, she knows herself (which sounds lame but is one of her best qualities), she matches like nobody's business. This girl knows how to find joy in things others just cant such as lifetime movies, mall madness, rock of love and american indians. She knows her way around the dance floor, the hula hoop and a great joke, but MOST of all emily has the best heart of anyone I know. She is loyal, sweet, thoughtful, patient and forgiving (really forgiving).  she rocks, i think i mentioned it but it just sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to friday's at target, never sharing boyfriends,  cousins, and nights in watching cheyenne, i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1729382256925263080&amp;amp;site=widget-e8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1729382256925263080&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p1/1729382256925263080/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1729382256925263080&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p2/1729382256925263080/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7114261821624992013-6224937297731657434?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6224937297731657434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=6224937297731657434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6224937297731657434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6224937297731657434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/05/miss-emilys-birthay-shout-out.html' title='miss emily&apos;s birthay shout out'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SDrabAcVejI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XRHLBxy4QRw/s72-c/anything+but+clothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-6606926052386762211</id><published>2008-05-12T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:37:41.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SCh_98xjt-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Yz8V6hoYsvk/s1600-h/family-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SCh_98xjt-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Yz8V6hoYsvk/s320/family-c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199546472061974498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:4792/6f1e951aaaf70df0a9a9fc3c108ee3ab/image1744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://localhost:4792/6f1e951aaaf70df0a9a9fc3c108ee3ab/image1744.jpg?size=320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;TO the best mom in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:4792/920e8e8cbcce2def49b4881e8e2fd7df/image1246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://localhost:4792/920e8e8cbcce2def49b4881e8e2fd7df/image1246.jpg?size=320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to get sappy on my blog. but mothers day calls. so here it comes. first of all, i apologize for the lack of awesome mothers day pictures. it was either these, or christmas morning. i figured these were the better choice, even thought they are a bit outdated. mom, we need to use that handy dandy new red camera dad gave you for mothers day for more pictures of us. we have no decent ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mom is the best. she is the best at sitting by the pool with you while the rest of the family hikes a mountain. she is the best at telling you your haircut makes you look like a boy, but it will grow. she is the best at picking the item off the rack that you never would have looked at, but that looks awesome once you try it on. She is the best NYC shopper, she can go ALL day and not miss a beat. She is the VERY best chocolate chip cookie, cupcake, salmon, salad, maker. She is the best spontaneous party thrower. She is the best at sitting by your hospital bed side for 2 weeks without a single complaint. She is the best at making over your college bedroom, or taking in your shirts. She is best at making you laugh. She is the best at providing a pinata at your birthday party every year since you were 16. She is the best at putting up with my dad. She is the best at pulling off short blond sassy hair. She is the best at her job. She is the best at mind games, dont try to beat her, she will win. She really is the best mom for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SCiAFsxjt_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/eAOlPChH7C0/s1600-h/IMG_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SCiAFsxjt_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/eAOlPChH7C0/s320/IMG_0800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199546605205960690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-6606926052386762211?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6606926052386762211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=6606926052386762211' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6606926052386762211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6606926052386762211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-best-mom-in-world-i-have-yet-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SCh_98xjt-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Yz8V6hoYsvk/s72-c/family-c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-8347631054614978270</id><published>2008-05-06T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T07:25:57.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>how could i forget...</title><content type='html'>I dont know how I forgot about the best part of the bat mitzvah night (thank you jamie for the reminder). How do i put it without sounding like a 15 year old girl...forget it...the wait staff was hot. Really hot. Jamie and I kept looking around and couldnt figure out what was going on. Turns out, matthew later informed me, these guys are all actors and models by day and waiters by night. They were also, charming, charismatic AND helpful. moral of the story, I will work with creative edge catering ANYTIME...so long as they bring the sexy hugh jackman look alike back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-8347631054614978270?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/8347631054614978270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=8347631054614978270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/8347631054614978270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/8347631054614978270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-could-i-forget.html' title='how could i forget...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-3886534852754159239</id><published>2008-05-04T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:42:58.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kimmy's in charge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB5-WuDunrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fY3HQLZXaSQ/s1600-h/IMG_3552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB5-WuDunrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fY3HQLZXaSQ/s320/IMG_3552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196729948818022066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB5wzODunhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cjo3hQnoj2A/s1600-h/IMG_3553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB5wzODunhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Cjo3hQnoj2A/s320/IMG_3553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196715045281504786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we had 5 events, 4 of which were on saturday! Needless to say, everyone on our team was utilized!  Everyone had an event to run, and lets say, i managed to pick a nice straw. I was a little nervous to be running the show by myself, but with the help of a great team and some really creative problem solving things turned out just right...&lt;br /&gt;Event: Bat Mizvah&lt;br /&gt;Location: Skystudios, NYC, NY&lt;br /&gt;Theme: (yes most bat mizvahs have themes) Marie Antionnete&lt;br /&gt;Success level: high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie was willing to help us out for the day, which was great. She was so helpful and ran last minute errands like the best of them. She found a screw for the chandeliers we didnt know we had to assemble at the hardware store she found through my very vague directions, and she saved the crew with grabbing lunch. anyway, we took pictures because this one was pretty crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is the top of the cake. Those flowers are made out of frosting. yes, frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB5xueDunjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vV_yMeNI68Y/s1600-h/IMG_3590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB5xueDunjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vV_yMeNI68Y/s320/IMG_3590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196716063188753970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the adult dining tables, they really did sparkle! The tables were covered in sparkling crystals, teacups of candies, candles and topiaries. I want to be 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB568uDunoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RpA4QI13CEk/s1600-h/IMG_3586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB568uDunoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RpA4QI13CEk/s320/IMG_3586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196726203606539906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the kids tables! Each cushion was a different shade of pink, and every napkin had a crystal on it. The kids went crazy over them. If you look close you can see my paper flowers i made...all 60 of them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB59w-DunqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/lbO2ozi1o3k/s1600-h/IMG_3561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB59w-DunqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/lbO2ozi1o3k/s320/IMG_3561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196729300277960354" 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;You cant really tell from the pictures but the runner was a pink linen with a gold metallic thread weaved in. pretty crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB5_HuDunsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/62zEp12hIaE/s1600-h/IMG_3579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB5_HuDunsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/62zEp12hIaE/s320/IMG_3579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196730790631612098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dont worry these parties usually come with a game section, for the kids...(or the staff in this instance). I have never stuck around long enough to see what these so called games actually in tail.  This time jamie and I had to do a turnover so we saw it all. Wow, rundown goes something like this. Racecar track for remote control cars (see me rockin' above). Two, yes, two tee shirt stations. one you could chose from a series of options (soccer ball, lips, princess tiara, ect. for your custom tee...the other was a picture of you made into a andy warhol-esk collage. it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had a candy bar station. They had 20 toppings and Hershey bar molds. i was really tempted to try it out but the chocolate wasn't melted before i had to go back to work. Continuing around the room they had your run of the mill fuse ball, air hockey, and guitar hero. Throw on a necklace making station, sushi bar (complete with sushi chef that made everything on site) and airbrush tattoos. One of our favorite booths (another we were dying to try) was a flip book station. The kids stand in front of a white screen and are videotaped. The video is made into your very own personalized flip book. no big deal.  lastly they had a photo booth that jamie and I did manage to jump into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB5_H-DuntI/AAAAAAAAAQI/vp-ZpJf8iqk/s1600-h/photobooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB5_H-DuntI/AAAAAAAAAQI/vp-ZpJf8iqk/s320/photobooth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196730794926579410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think it is safe to say while we came home with SORE feet...we had a little too much fun to call our day work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-3886534852754159239?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3886534852754159239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=3886534852754159239' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3886534852754159239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/3886534852754159239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/05/kimmys-in-charge.html' title='kimmy&apos;s in charge.'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SB5-WuDunrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fY3HQLZXaSQ/s72-c/IMG_3552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-417879428593150488</id><published>2008-05-02T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:42:32.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBtSDuDungI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-tzFiRwCznA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBtSDuDungI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-tzFiRwCznA/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195836818958753282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After years of doting on cousins and other peoples nieces and nephews...it is finally my turn!  Alissa and Ryan are pregnant ANNNNND we just found out it is officially a girl! (i was rooting for pink...sorry ryan). Just FYI I will be the favorite aunt, I will make sure of it. I don't think jamie is the type to rally for the title, so I think it is in the bag. Kids have always liked me more than jamie anyway (no offense jam, it is just the way it is.) Good thing I don't have to compete with grandma sue, because she has more money and better axis to baby packer...which gives her instant advantage. Ryan doesn't have any sisters, so jamie is the only competition.  So little one...aunt kimmy is waiting (clothes, shoes, and candy in hand!!!) cant wait until september!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-congrats ry and al!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-417879428593150488?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/417879428593150488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=417879428593150488' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/417879428593150488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/417879428593150488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html' title='finally...'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBtSDuDungI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-tzFiRwCznA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-8893144528139860474</id><published>2008-04-30T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:50:53.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls trip = shopping + cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBi-DeDundI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jmlfWRvGv0k/s1600-h/IMG_3536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBi-DeDundI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jmlfWRvGv0k/s320/IMG_3536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195111136989453778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this weekend Mom, Grandma, Aunt Sharon, Aunt Wendy and pregnant Alissa came to see jamie and I! We had so much fun. We had cupcakes, shopped like nobody's business! I thought we were going to run grandma into the ground but she was such a trooper! She stayed right with us! It was so so much fun!!!!!! I loved showing them my favorite parts of town and my favorite shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subway sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBi-D-DuneI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/c4H2WSD3ikE/s1600-h/IMG_3542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBi-D-DuneI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/c4H2WSD3ikE/s320/IMG_3542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195111145579388386" 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;Grandma loved my paper flowers I have to make for work! we did a few demonstrations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBi8gODunZI/AAAAAAAAANo/RlDzMmzYWuo/s1600-h/IMG_3544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBi8gODunZI/AAAAAAAAANo/RlDzMmzYWuo/s320/IMG_3544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBi8geDunaI/AAAAAAAAANw/AxHhqDOFVbY/s1600-h/IMG_3546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBi8geDunaI/AAAAAAAAANw/AxHhqDOFVbY/s320/IMG_3546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my favorite cupcakes! Much to our waistlines dismay i also had to share with them my favorite chocolate dipped ice cream cones, cookies, pizza and candied nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBi8guDunbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/K5g753Pm5Bo/s1600-h/IMG_3548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBi8guDunbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/K5g753Pm5Bo/s320/IMG_3548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Dancing cupcakes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBi8g-DuncI/AAAAAAAAAOA/o4qRP6KTB_4/s1600-h/IMG_3549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBi8g-DuncI/AAAAAAAAAOA/o4qRP6KTB_4/s320/IMG_3549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here is the crew in front of central park, even though it was raining it was still beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for coming guys!&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-8893144528139860474?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/8893144528139860474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=8893144528139860474' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/8893144528139860474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/8893144528139860474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-this-weekend-mom-grandma-aunt-sharon.html' title='Girls trip = shopping + cupcakes'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mZmrCC9LUo/SBi-DeDundI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jmlfWRvGv0k/s72-c/IMG_3536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-876373489754549730</id><published>2008-04-23T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:12:21.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>summer treat</title><content type='html'>hey all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need a summer treat to take to a baby shower, or something sweet to tack onto dinner?? Last night the girls came over for a little treat...getting closer to the summer season most of us are starting to be dessert conscious. So I found a little low fat recipe that turned out delicious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low fat scones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mrbreakfast.com/c.gif" alt="" height="7" width="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="small"&gt;(6 servings) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mrbreakfast.com/c.gif" alt="" height="2" width="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup non-fat vanilla yogurt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/2 cup non-fat sour cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1 tsp vanilla extract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1 tsp lemon juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2 cups flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/4 cup + 3 tsp granulated sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2 tsp baking powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  1 tsp baking soda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/4 tsp salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 3-4 Tbsp chilled low fat margarine &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;      Wisk together the yogurt, sour cream, lemon juice and vanilla.  Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 400 Deg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare baking sheet by sparying lightly with vegetable oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine the flour, sugar, baking powder, soda and salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut in the margarine until the mixture resembles course meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut and fold the yogurt/sour cream mixture into the flour until you can collect the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knead the dough on a lightly floured surface just until it can be shaped. DO NOT OVERWORK THE DOUGH, the scones will be tough. The dough should be light and moist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the dough on the baking sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust the top of the dough with 1 tsp sugar and pat the dough into an 8"-10" round. Cut "to," not "through" the dough to mark 12 wedges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust the scones with 2 tsp sugar before baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake the scones 20 minutes at 400 Deg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added fresh blueberries and topped with whip cream and strawberries. I also doubled the recipe and between 8 of us we almost finished both!!!  they were good. really good.  enjoy! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-876373489754549730?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/876373489754549730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=876373489754549730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/876373489754549730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/876373489754549730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-treat.html' title='summer treat'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114261821624992013.post-6092781851607684941</id><published>2008-04-15T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:45:05.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>swear off update</title><content type='html'>so remember all this money I thought I was going to make. well turns off the swear off worked. Neither of us have sworn in a week, despite 3 events in one weekend for me and a really bad day at work that included an emergency flight home from california for dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of cashing in both of us have rewarded ourselves for our good behavior. I bought a new H&amp;amp;M top, and dad bought himself that driver. looks like his salary is a little more than mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my question now is: how long do we have to keep this up!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114261821624992013-6092781851607684941?l=kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6092781851607684941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114261821624992013&amp;postID=6092781851607684941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6092781851607684941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114261821624992013/posts/default/6092781851607684941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmygirlgoesblogging.blogspot.com/2008/04/swear-off-update.html' title='swear off update'/><author><name>kimmy girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
