<?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-8236056067818912390</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:54:20.192-09:00</updated><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISx3O8pXqaM/TWS4Ii1sKRI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/pdNBE1W40H0/s200/IMG_0686.JPG'/><category term='Thanks'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TT6AW2oPfYI/AAAAAAAAA3E/UeFXAnuQXsk/s320/IMG_0545.JPG'/><title type='text'>aww the life of Blair P</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-8953624656392543931</id><published>2012-02-05T19:31:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T20:00:30.244-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and snowshoeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The highlights of Paula Deans special day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dinner at the Red Rock, who knew that place was so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe the best coke cake I have ever had in my life (thanks Natty Mo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The game, " Who can take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Megan&lt;/span&gt; B's bra off the fastest". Winner Alex Erickson with a breezy time of 6 seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The fact that Paula was BORN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Low lights&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;50$ parking ticket, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eesh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBhmH5IS0ck/Ty9ZG06NdkI/AAAAAAAABNo/tm9kAu_wk98/s1600/IMG_2424.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBhmH5IS0ck/Ty9ZG06NdkI/AAAAAAAABNo/tm9kAu_wk98/s200/IMG_2424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705877226718590530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YiKQXPwKRYk/Ty9ZGX3FSUI/AAAAAAAABNc/IktquawdxW4/s200/IMG_2439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705877218920843586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Snowshoeing highlights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The one and only Jordan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meeks&lt;/span&gt; company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The quite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Cheesecake in a bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Dying laughing when Jordan almost lit the blanket on fire with his trusty camping stove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-would you rather, i.e. would you rather be a beautiful hermaphrodite or a hideous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;atomically&lt;/span&gt; correct individual???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9u3HnHkCwpc/Ty9YWLZODsI/AAAAAAAABMs/q_pNq85_CVQ/s200/IMG_2453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705876390940643010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZdADkeMxDs/Ty9ZE2OPlTI/AAAAAAAABM4/8QpcQlf0uCY/s1600/IMG_2444.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZdADkeMxDs/Ty9ZE2OPlTI/AAAAAAAABM4/8QpcQlf0uCY/s200/IMG_2444.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705877192711312690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7qoaxwbWAqU/Ty9ZFFZZ1MI/AAAAAAAABNE/Ih7okaaIt9s/s200/IMG_2451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705877196784653506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DhCik6oGoQ/Ty9YVhXhlvI/AAAAAAAABMg/X7Kc50Waf3Y/s200/IMG_2448.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705876379659245298" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jV0-J0SkvVg/Ty9YVYAiHVI/AAAAAAAABMU/dRSf64j3g_Q/s200/IMG_2457.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705876377146891602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDT3pEuXoUM/Ty9YUjDqgTI/AAAAAAAABMI/Kb1N-wL3ELs/s200/IMG_2445.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705876362932945202" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CpU9K_yOKdo/Ty9YUX0gFiI/AAAAAAAABL8/Tfl7FAREvWE/s200/IMG_2463.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705876359916557858" /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8236056067818912390-8953624656392543931?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/8953624656392543931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=8953624656392543931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/8953624656392543931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/8953624656392543931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2012/02/birthdays-and-snowshoeing.html' title='Birthdays and snowshoeing'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBhmH5IS0ck/Ty9ZG06NdkI/AAAAAAAABNo/tm9kAu_wk98/s72-c/IMG_2424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-1036840718190146618</id><published>2012-01-24T20:15:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:49:46.340-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking applications</title><content type='html'>I need a good friend. I have listed below all of the things I need and what I have to offer. Lets see if we can make a match.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking for someone who is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Male or Female&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Willing to laugh at every third bad joke I tell ( I realize no one can be expected to laugh at all of my bad jokes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just likes me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lives close enough where I can drive to your house after work to sit, laugh, and talk about the days highlights and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;low lights&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Willing to be my wing man when forced to attend social gatherings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May or may not cross the line sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Willing to keep me socially acceptable (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; not let me go out in my matching sweat suit) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can offer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will laugh at all of your bad jokes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise to hang out with you on Fridays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be YOUR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wing man&lt;/span&gt; for awkward social gatherings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always pay you back if I borrow money (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the concert ticket or dinner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will tell you that you are amazing on bad days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never let you go out in your matching sweat suit unless we are going out together in OUR matching sweat suits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8236056067818912390-1036840718190146618?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/1036840718190146618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=1036840718190146618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1036840718190146618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1036840718190146618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2012/01/taking-applications.html' title='Taking applications'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-5193968763246943236</id><published>2011-12-05T19:04:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T19:33:59.711-09:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have found my people. They live in Seattle. They are a bunch of hot hippies in that city. The beat of that city matches the the one of my heart. Seattle is a perfect mix of everything I love. It has music, its green, there is water everywhere, mountains, and the men wear their beards full. Granted my politics aren't an exact match but nothing is perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQqLovNUvtk/Tt2U9zaiEPI/AAAAAAAABHc/DRRk5wRkH3E/s1600/IMG_2319.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQqLovNUvtk/Tt2U9zaiEPI/AAAAAAAABHc/DRRk5wRkH3E/s400/IMG_2319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682862094305857778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ar4xr7j_yds/Tt2U9Hm-cMI/AAAAAAAABHE/CAcl9oCYsDo/s1600/IMG_2305.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ar4xr7j_yds/Tt2U9Hm-cMI/AAAAAAAABHE/CAcl9oCYsDo/s1600/IMG_2305.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ar4xr7j_yds/Tt2U9Hm-cMI/AAAAAAAABHE/CAcl9oCYsDo/s400/IMG_2305.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682862082546888898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved these two pictures from the trip. I am not sure why the second one speaks to me because its a shot right up my nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came home early from work today. I decided to spend my time watching a flick called the Waitress. I cried twice. I don't know if the tears were necessary but regardless they were shed. There is one scene where the main character is writing a letter to her future daughter and she speak to being held. To being held for twenty minutes with no expectation. Just a feeling of protection from the weight that sometimes is life. I think sometimes we all just need a hug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-5193968763246943236?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/5193968763246943236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=5193968763246943236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5193968763246943236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5193968763246943236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/12/piece-of-my-heart.html' title='A piece of my heart'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQqLovNUvtk/Tt2U9zaiEPI/AAAAAAAABHc/DRRk5wRkH3E/s72-c/IMG_2319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-7517041774644013636</id><published>2011-11-21T21:19:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:22:12.658-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi my name is Blair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DG3p5aRbah0/Tss_hnx8bgI/AAAAAAAABGQ/GmWAopZUu0s/s1600/IMG_2172.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DG3p5aRbah0/Tss_hnx8bgI/AAAAAAAABGQ/GmWAopZUu0s/s320/IMG_2172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677701602077339138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My name is Blair Sidney Pettijohn. I was born into a family who wanted me. Mama and Papa Pettijohn and a heap of adoring siblings. There was never enough money but always plenty of hugs and kisses.I grew up strong and fearless in a home of warmth and love.. As odysseys go I left home to find my way in the world. I was educated not just in the classroom but in the ways of the world. My mind was opened to new ideas and beliefs. I found myself on the four corners of the earth experiencing the richness of life from a different perspective. With    the stimulation of new came the desire of familiarity and stability. I have set roots in a place  not quite the home of my youth but not quite far enough away to forget where I came from. I suspect the combination will yield happiness. Here is to fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-7517041774644013636?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/7517041774644013636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=7517041774644013636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7517041774644013636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7517041774644013636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-my-name-is-blair.html' title='Hi my name is Blair'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DG3p5aRbah0/Tss_hnx8bgI/AAAAAAAABGQ/GmWAopZUu0s/s72-c/IMG_2172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-473379543926798359</id><published>2011-09-18T18:10:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:11:32.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T Pinkal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are people in your life that are meant to be there. Teresa has been a gift in my life. An individual who challenges who I am and what I believe. She has helped me become someone better. She is adventurous and smart. She is one of the hardest working people I have ever met. She inspires me to be more than what I am, and she thinks I am funny. Teresa has no idea how incredible she is and what a leader she is with out trying. I know she is destined for something great. Happy birthday TP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vh23PMpxuM/Tnalr9b1P2I/AAAAAAAABEU/eF-g5D2bCdY/s320/IMG_2099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653888556854493026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLlsMj5NM7A/TnalrnAfWEI/AAAAAAAABEM/Y51xw1S2-DA/s1600/IMG_2093.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLlsMj5NM7A/TnalrnAfWEI/AAAAAAAABEM/Y51xw1S2-DA/s320/IMG_2093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653888550834231362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5La0aWsMx3I/TnalIrUeKdI/AAAAAAAABEE/0qxmGnj8uAo/s320/IMG_2103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653887950696360402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gX1aIqIWIn8/TnalsAet1gI/AAAAAAAABEc/0DFHplJH-Ws/s320/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653888557671896578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzutUnG8AYU/TnalIqqBbyI/AAAAAAAABD8/fAnQRloe3Gs/s320/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653887950518316834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F6F6-HFXvIc/TnalIQnx5EI/AAAAAAAABD0/9ByDg3SADl4/s1600/IMG_2098.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F6F6-HFXvIc/TnalIQnx5EI/AAAAAAAABD0/9ByDg3SADl4/s320/IMG_2098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653887943529587778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glYWxp1nByc/TnalH6vEXOI/AAAAAAAABDk/v_8Rd41hFF8/s320/IMG_2090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653887937654578402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-473379543926798359?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/473379543926798359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=473379543926798359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/473379543926798359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/473379543926798359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/09/t-pinkal.html' title='T Pinkal'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vh23PMpxuM/Tnalr9b1P2I/AAAAAAAABEU/eF-g5D2bCdY/s72-c/IMG_2099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-3533818059718865763</id><published>2011-08-03T22:20:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:23:21.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching the last days of 26 float by. I might as well do it as a lumberjack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_j-9EYV_n9U/Tjo6gh-wDcI/AAAAAAAABDc/LNguDYYI2s4/s1600/IMG_1668.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_j-9EYV_n9U/Tjo6gh-wDcI/AAAAAAAABDc/LNguDYYI2s4/s400/IMG_1668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636882214159388098" /&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/8236056067818912390-3533818059718865763?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/3533818059718865763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=3533818059718865763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3533818059718865763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3533818059718865763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/08/fair-well.html' title='Fair well'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_j-9EYV_n9U/Tjo6gh-wDcI/AAAAAAAABDc/LNguDYYI2s4/s72-c/IMG_1668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-4658363568097864868</id><published>2011-07-30T16:37:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T17:41:18.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;SNOT KISSES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this adorable friend who I will call Rob Nate for the duration of this story. Rob Nate came to visit me this past Sunday. Let it be known hygiene and any style goes out the window for me on Sundays. Rob Nate and myself have a fabulous night full of Dr. Mario and waxing facial hair, but like any good evening it had to come to an end. As I was hinting at this end Rob Nate suggested we start a movie. I reminded him of the time (midnight), the fact that I had a job, and that unwanted make outs happen late at night during movies no one really wants to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awkwardly we walk up my stairs to the door. I make a light hearted joke about how we both are classier than late night kisses and he chuckles in what I thought was agreement. We go for the friendly alternative to the kiss and hug good night. When in the mist of our embrace he kisses my cheek. I laugh nervously knowing where he is going with this move. When he pulls a way slowly and cups my face in his hand I in true Blair fashion burst in to laughter. As if laughing at my dear friends attempt at kissing me wasn't bad enough. I laughed so hard I shot SNOT all over his shirt. Which made me laugh even harder. Picture it. Me doubled over with laughter trying to wipe the snot I just shot all over him off with my own shirt and him standing there with a not so impressed look. It was the high light of my year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is that I am glad we were such good friends and that he has seemed to be quite closed lipped about the whole incident. I count my lucky stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MATCH.COM PARTY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had a party where we matched up all of our friends with people we thought could be a potential eternal companion. I know with a title like Match.com you thought I would have a great story to tell involving crazies from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately not, but I am proud to say we had at least six successful matches result from our efforts. I will post wedding announcements as they are mailed to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gd5NsDwY9hw/TjSr0doR2FI/AAAAAAAABDE/0P-YTNb8XIs/s1600/IMG_1619.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gd5NsDwY9hw/TjSr0doR2FI/AAAAAAAABDE/0P-YTNb8XIs/s200/IMG_1619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635317951542450258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z30WARy7xNI/TjSrR8sokVI/AAAAAAAABCs/e4FEtUPrA0s/s200/IMG_1616.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635317358586794322" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOEsvUR8z5o/TjSr0vBYidI/AAAAAAAABDM/d6OUnQ7ES9I/s200/IMG_1623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635317956211149266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wzrNwcI_vs/TjSr0G6yvCI/AAAAAAAABC8/Yi9IatirSi0/s1600/IMG_1617.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wzrNwcI_vs/TjSr0G6yvCI/AAAAAAAABC8/Yi9IatirSi0/s200/IMG_1617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635317945446087714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9MhyhVa2s0/TjSrRWY6nyI/AAAAAAAABCc/3moMitD12RU/s200/IMG_1625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635317348303544098" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KMfARCKN-0U/TjSp32Bw-5I/AAAAAAAABBk/5s7tFXDcPK4/s200/IMG_1643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635315810608151442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--C4RGFsFanY/TjSrQ_qzgQI/AAAAAAAABCM/y8BJfEgfaE0/s1600/IMG_1630.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--C4RGFsFanY/TjSrQ_qzgQI/AAAAAAAABCM/y8BJfEgfaE0/s200/IMG_1630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635317342204559618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j7qU1EGmTBg/TjSrRKEEu9I/AAAAAAAABCU/ge6EVoK1kpo/s200/IMG_1631.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635317344994900946" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oyKxLZEkIsA/TjSrz4PleRI/AAAAAAAABC0/PYLV-L1wsMM/s200/IMG_1660.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635317941506767122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RxcGFBkefc/TjSp4LelM4I/AAAAAAAABBs/es14i3PaT5g/s1600/IMG_1641.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RxcGFBkefc/TjSp4LelM4I/AAAAAAAABBs/es14i3PaT5g/s200/IMG_1641.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635315816366158722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-lX0RZkwP4/TjSp4qJLMLI/AAAAAAAABCE/x04-Yhk5gvw/s200/IMG_1634.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635315824597872818" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSlifo70wmY/TjSp4tmZm3I/AAAAAAAABB8/e7xmEmUX-LE/s200/IMG_1635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635315825525758834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GG85MjriNIg/TjSo825dnPI/AAAAAAAABBc/VuFVRbcZZAo/s1600/IMG_1644.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GG85MjriNIg/TjSo825dnPI/AAAAAAAABBc/VuFVRbcZZAo/s200/IMG_1644.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635314797229481202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApsVYCU6dRQ/TjSo8hvCqVI/AAAAAAAABBU/Yohiu3yoSLA/s200/IMG_1645.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635314791548627282" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cRjOIolwres/TjSp4VdD_hI/AAAAAAAABB0/dNybBJ-U-P4/s200/IMG_1637.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635315819044142610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCHM506ttfo/TjSo8V2FMYI/AAAAAAAABBM/lEjJ8bYjqcE/s1600/IMG_1648.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCHM506ttfo/TjSo8V2FMYI/AAAAAAAABBM/lEjJ8bYjqcE/s200/IMG_1648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635314788356927874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTjAZowk5Z8/TjSo8Xl30fI/AAAAAAAABBE/EePDLJ-h8iY/s200/IMG_1650.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635314788825813490" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KW2TKJbpHAk/TjSo8Hn04iI/AAAAAAAABA8/ELZRMFeUd8I/s200/IMG_1651.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635314784539042338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOUNTAINS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you the other day I went camping. I know Alaska is the best place on earth but Utah can give it a run for its money. I decided when ever i feel anxious and disconnected from myself I can turn to the mountains. I am not sure what it is that helps me see myself once more as the girl I know. Maybe its the air or the exercise. Maybe its the way it pulls me away from everything that stimulates me on a day to day. All I know is that I can hear myself. I can hear the voice with in giving thanks for the quite and I am re-centered.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--gBUHFPCms4/TjSklxFHUeI/AAAAAAAABA0/ZfxSh29xpss/s1600/IMG_1595.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--gBUHFPCms4/TjSklxFHUeI/AAAAAAAABA0/ZfxSh29xpss/s320/IMG_1595.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635310002484236770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eKlI0HL-YYE/TjSklpRxwgI/AAAAAAAABAs/frvM4UcnoNs/s320/IMG_1580.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635310000389865986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fxFg_PRpCs/TjSklLi_4ZI/AAAAAAAABAc/uNP5JktaJXQ/s320/IMG_1593.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635309992409031058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nkgxWc-A7MU/TjSkk8HeHbI/AAAAAAAABAU/3x-Ou_WxmYo/s1600/IMG_1586.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nkgxWc-A7MU/TjSkk8HeHbI/AAAAAAAABAU/3x-Ou_WxmYo/s320/IMG_1586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635309988267040178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i1f34OmdI-Q/TjSklXKaGrI/AAAAAAAABAk/RIobF2IPNNc/s320/IMG_1601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635309995527117490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-4658363568097864868?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/4658363568097864868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=4658363568097864868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4658363568097864868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4658363568097864868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/07/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing catch up'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gd5NsDwY9hw/TjSr0doR2FI/AAAAAAAABDE/0P-YTNb8XIs/s72-c/IMG_1619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-6267957032543694345</id><published>2011-07-10T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:56:55.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Avett Brothers - Go To Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V9EdbZ6WjOA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Avett &lt;/span&gt;Brothers concert and I am a changed woman.  I love me some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt; boot stomping music. In fact I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if there is anything I love more when it comes to music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took myself on a date this weekend. I think it is important to spend me time. To listen to yourself and give rest and comfort. To help your battery recharge, and let go of all the stimulus around you.  I have come to learn that for me I need to do this at least once every three months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for a hike with the one and only Jordan Meek. See photos below. I think it is safe to say Utah is growing on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-6267957032543694345?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/6267957032543694345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=6267957032543694345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6267957032543694345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6267957032543694345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/07/avett-brothers-go-to-sleep.html' title='The Avett Brothers - Go To Sleep'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/V9EdbZ6WjOA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-2529363403070237640</id><published>2011-07-04T22:24:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:45:06.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy America Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes its the Fourth of July already!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxJPuoNsUXs/ThKwjGu7ZEI/AAAAAAAABAE/UwadOHhzzi4/s1600/IMG_1565.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxJPuoNsUXs/ThKwjGu7ZEI/AAAAAAAABAE/UwadOHhzzi4/s200/IMG_1565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625753001688523842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Wjxpf8DZ2w/ThKwjRXFeBI/AAAAAAAABAM/-A6INZHtAI0/s200/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625753004541310994" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSbPJMBmy0E/ThKwijuYyGI/AAAAAAAAA_8/duCjgGR7FOs/s200/IMG_1550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625752992291014754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlAXVqzL470/ThKvbKns2kI/AAAAAAAAA_U/9SIJ3V3L4Bc/s1600/IMG_1535.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlAXVqzL470/ThKvbKns2kI/AAAAAAAAA_U/9SIJ3V3L4Bc/s200/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625751765781371458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zEexz9fHr8U/ThKvbQckd6I/AAAAAAAAA_c/EZ0YK4Jc-nA/s200/IMG_1573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625751767345297314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqRW5uXFgnE/ThKvaqP4KWI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Dv6oYVOZieI/s1600/IMG_1526.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqRW5uXFgnE/ThKvaqP4KWI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Dv6oYVOZieI/s200/IMG_1526.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625751757091514722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oNg_LbMD5k/ThKvaOz5e0I/AAAAAAAAA_E/EfBXMKHAHHU/s200/IMG_1571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625751749726403394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBT07LLc7C0/ThKvZxV0zrI/AAAAAAAAA-8/xh2xfxjLcyw/s1600/IMG_1520.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBT07LLc7C0/ThKvZxV0zrI/AAAAAAAAA-8/xh2xfxjLcyw/s200/IMG_1520.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625751741815639730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vDfT3UMdQzw/ThKutE69bfI/AAAAAAAAA-0/E3Dp2jm22nw/s200/IMG_1528.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625750973977554418" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLb-1tl4suY/ThKuswWjWiI/AAAAAAAAA-s/sIFpAH3RGjk/s200/IMG_1568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625750968456141346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rJ552HJodo/ThKusIDYyII/AAAAAAAAA-k/WiWdaN2VFzc/s1600/IMG_1569.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rJ552HJodo/ThKusIDYyII/AAAAAAAAA-k/WiWdaN2VFzc/s200/IMG_1569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625750957638338690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSzVjJw6yl0/ThKurm5LlvI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Huv1zlKk7GM/s200/IMG_1530.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625750948737160946" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiZwU1ZaRJI/ThKurfWo7lI/AAAAAAAAA-U/zla0tXZHD1k/s200/IMG_1505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625750946713235026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was just what I needed. The rest, friends, fireworks, and fun. I can see why the Fourth of July is everyone and their cats favorite holiday. I posted some pictures as well as made a high light/low light list. These two things always tell the stories best. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;High lights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semi permanent tats of unicorns and my favorite band &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nickleback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kolob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fireworks you can see on the Forth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot summer nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 hours in the mini van one way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No cell reception&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Its world renowned but no one knows about it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apple snack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picking up Chris the hitch hiker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday market with Sharon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lusi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughing so hard my stomach hurt&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;&lt;div&gt;Low lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady In White the movie, wow that was a lot scarier as a 10 year old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding a dead duck in the reservoir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cat fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 hours in the car one way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waking up in the black hole known as the bottom bunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost dying going 80 mph on the red road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-2529363403070237640?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/2529363403070237640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=2529363403070237640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2529363403070237640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2529363403070237640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-america-day.html' title='Happy America Day'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxJPuoNsUXs/ThKwjGu7ZEI/AAAAAAAABAE/UwadOHhzzi4/s72-c/IMG_1565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-6964325913844112874</id><published>2011-06-29T12:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T13:00:29.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1bklPywaBQ/TguRNLj7YeI/AAAAAAAAA-M/4NO0GM4x56I/s1600/sunny%2Bsunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623748215330005474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1bklPywaBQ/TguRNLj7YeI/AAAAAAAAA-M/4NO0GM4x56I/s400/sunny%2Bsunday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what I live for. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-6964325913844112874?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/6964325913844112874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=6964325913844112874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6964325913844112874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6964325913844112874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-what-i-live-for.html' title=''/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1bklPywaBQ/TguRNLj7YeI/AAAAAAAAA-M/4NO0GM4x56I/s72-c/sunny%2Bsunday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-1982659907506004767</id><published>2011-06-22T20:17:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T17:17:41.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ray LaMontagne - You Are The Best Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A letter to Ray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Ray, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lust you with my whole body and soul. I know you are married and a recluse but i am 100% yours if you want me. I am willing to explore the life of a sister wife for you.  Don't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; out by my love for you. I know you felt it to when you touched my hand back stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pettijohn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LaMontagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XgvMa9iRUfQ/TgK-zBBywhI/AAAAAAAAA90/4dSbumv32Ac/s200/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621265068570362386" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RsXnO8DsK4A/TgK-zUmoLdI/AAAAAAAAA98/xC-LD6839Ss/s200/IMG_1431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621265073825131986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2IkD-GW7mkU/TgK-yocsefI/AAAAAAAAA9s/m7diJl4UNo4/s200/IMG_1429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621265061972310514" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UFh6-jJXA3Y/TgK_P_B7XYI/AAAAAAAAA-E/DxgOiuBiKQ0/s200/IMG_1427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621265566250261890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vJ3xTjvj9tw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-1982659907506004767?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/1982659907506004767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=1982659907506004767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1982659907506004767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1982659907506004767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/06/ray-lamontagne-you-are-best-thing.html' title='Ray LaMontagne - You Are The Best Thing'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XgvMa9iRUfQ/TgK-zBBywhI/AAAAAAAAA90/4dSbumv32Ac/s72-c/IMG_1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-2038309940104691207</id><published>2011-05-09T22:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:16:07.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just looked at tickets to go home in Aug. I can't wait to see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;familia&lt;/span&gt;. I passed my oral boards at work and I love the movie Amalie. Why did no one make me watch this movie years ago. Off beat and quirky is my kind of a movie. Not to mention the piano score. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I hate:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold feet (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;itchy fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finding a new location, I am horrible with directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walking bear foot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lathering myself in lotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stumbling on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;marvelous&lt;/span&gt; location completely by accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highlight of the day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passing my oral exam at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;homemade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;guac&lt;/span&gt; and apple treats with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amalie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;running in the rain with Paula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lowlight&lt;/span&gt; of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waking up every hour on the hour before the alarm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost dying while driving in the rain when its dark outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8236056067818912390-2038309940104691207?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/2038309940104691207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=2038309940104691207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2038309940104691207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2038309940104691207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-just-looked-at-tickets-to-go-home-in.html' title=''/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-6297639527764469398</id><published>2011-04-21T14:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:00:59.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We need to ask our selves everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8PUh9xOiuE/TbC2yrfsUVI/AAAAAAAAA9g/87BNH0E-kXY/s1600/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598175318606893394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8PUh9xOiuE/TbC2yrfsUVI/AAAAAAAAA9g/87BNH0E-kXY/s400/happy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8236056067818912390-6297639527764469398?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/6297639527764469398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=6297639527764469398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6297639527764469398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6297639527764469398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/04/are-you.html' title='Are you?'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8PUh9xOiuE/TbC2yrfsUVI/AAAAAAAAA9g/87BNH0E-kXY/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-2486450089114727102</id><published>2011-04-18T20:46:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:30:43.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a laundry mishap</title><content type='html'>I have never claimed to be domestic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; on the laundry front. Once I dyed a whole load of whites blue because I threw in some black articles of clothing. Justifying that both black and white weren't actually colors. Because we all know you don't wash your whites with colors. Yeah I am a touch of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tard&lt;/span&gt; sometimes. Then tonight just when I think at age 26 I might have mastered the art of laundry I put my favorite baggy dry clean only sweater in the wash. It came out the size of peanut. I was crushed and yet I couldn't help but die laughing at the sight of my mini sweater. I had to take a pic. That is all.Good night moon. x&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRkLn8a5vAA/Ta0Zyl_bs7I/AAAAAAAAA84/vQRzfmH6qHY/s1600/IMG_1143.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRkLn8a5vAA/Ta0Zyl_bs7I/AAAAAAAAA84/vQRzfmH6qHY/s200/IMG_1143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597158268873716658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WaoevW4cH2Y/Ta0ZD9rzaiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/MTfLOsw5Ikk/s200/IMG_1132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597157467779983906" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-adiRZuLZ5wA/Ta0ZEdoHO-I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/QMk5IqEY7Co/s200/IMG_1135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597157476354440162" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dnuzu2XmD-0/Ta0ZEhKftAI/AAAAAAAAA8g/vsmG0LaLFsI/s200/IMG_1136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597157477303956482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4opy91QindM/Ta0ZzeK7bDI/AAAAAAAAA9I/mtakG86haus/s200/IMG_1137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597158283954318386" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVsLhaUuJGw/Ta0ZFB4lGYI/AAAAAAAAA8w/sLTbQTqWYS8/s200/IMG_1142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597157486087182722" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BePvpx1BHJw/Ta0a-k1Gf4I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/5SDUQPDiZm0/s200/IMG_1142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597159574232006530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-2486450089114727102?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/2486450089114727102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=2486450089114727102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2486450089114727102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2486450089114727102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/04/laundry-mishap.html' title='a laundry mishap'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRkLn8a5vAA/Ta0Zyl_bs7I/AAAAAAAAA84/vQRzfmH6qHY/s72-c/IMG_1143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-4771965456169677241</id><published>2011-04-03T21:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:41:47.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend of weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Conference weekend is wonderful. The things I took away...... Lift the hands that hang low. I am going to try my best to follow this council. I know it is through his children that the Lord is able to work in our lives. I am going to try every day to do something good. Secondly is sincerity, sincerity of prayer, of kindness, and in my Faith. Oh and I got to sit on the floor at the conference center with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mormon&lt;/span&gt; aristocracy (front and center baby, no big deal). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layne came to visit today and I loved it. We took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; walk in the snow. Hats, coats, and conversation is all we need for an hour of pure joy. I love that girl. She has such a sense of self that I admire. She inspires me to be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qru3765Jcpg/TZlU5KXTegI/AAAAAAAAA7g/6LyHtLil_V4/s1600/IMG_1078.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qru3765Jcpg/TZlU5KXTegI/AAAAAAAAA7g/6LyHtLil_V4/s400/IMG_1078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591593753368558082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A little fun &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0NzRMpRoFI/TZlU49xZLFI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/CbSuytWob84/s1600/IMG_1057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0NzRMpRoFI/TZlU49xZLFI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/CbSuytWob84/s400/IMG_1057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591593749988322386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQInXIRuuck/TZlU4XI6WOI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/_ODO6I-V_80/s1600/IMG_1070.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQInXIRuuck/TZlU4XI6WOI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/_ODO6I-V_80/s400/IMG_1070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591593739617982690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought I would throw up a pic of my darling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt;. How is it that they are so beautiful, funny, and creative?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-4771965456169677241?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/4771965456169677241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=4771965456169677241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4771965456169677241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4771965456169677241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend-of-weekends.html' title='The weekend of weekends'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qru3765Jcpg/TZlU5KXTegI/AAAAAAAAA7g/6LyHtLil_V4/s72-c/IMG_1078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-8078887018934564561</id><published>2011-03-29T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:48:24.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and You - She &amp; Him LYRICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XqoCYxgx68E?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are imperfect creatures. We have flaws and blemishes that shine brightly in the sun. We strive for perfection in a world that is imperfect. How do we do better? How do we reach that perfect state in which we are trying to achieve? I know that on my own it is impossible. I must call for someone stronger, more patient, and charitable. I must lay myself before Him with all of my blemishes exposed and pray for forgiveness, mercy, and love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note we must be kind to our selves and patient with our imperfections. In honor of that I think we should listen to a little She and Him. Remember boys and girls we are growing and learning and one day we will be perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-8078887018934564561?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/8078887018934564561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=8078887018934564561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/8078887018934564561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/8078887018934564561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-and-you-she-him-lyrics.html' title='Me and You - She &amp; Him LYRICS'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XqoCYxgx68E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-7676506953016781713</id><published>2011-03-23T21:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T21:57:40.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love Utah and my new job. I love my roommates and how close all of my darling friends are. I love that I don't have to wear my jacket all the time and that there are so many people to meet. I love the restaurants and the music scene, and the fact that there are so many people who share my beliefs. I love the possibility of it all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT tonight I miss my home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axtUtnP0zp4/TYrb-XQjohI/AAAAAAAAA7I/qsyQf1s98dw/s1600/IMG_0432_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axtUtnP0zp4/TYrb-XQjohI/AAAAAAAAA7I/qsyQf1s98dw/s400/IMG_0432_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587520152148353554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8236056067818912390-7676506953016781713?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/7676506953016781713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=7676506953016781713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7676506953016781713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7676506953016781713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axtUtnP0zp4/TYrb-XQjohI/AAAAAAAAA7I/qsyQf1s98dw/s72-c/IMG_0432_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-4799917380034829701</id><published>2011-03-16T23:20:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:51:32.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blair and Stef friends till the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been given many gifts in my life. One of which is my best friend Stefanie. She is lovely and smart, silly and driven. She is a wonderful friend who I have cherished for the last 20 some years. This last weekend she got married to a man who loves her. I got to be there to see her walk down the isle and embrace her future. I know when I became her best friend in the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade I had no idea what was in store for our friendship. I know we rocked the friendship necklaces that read best friends on each half of a heart but I don't think I really thought about being there for her wedding as her maid of honor. I have been so blessed to have her be a part of my life for this long. I look forward to another 20 years of weddings, babies, and shared joys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Blair and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1st grade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;bangs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;buses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tricks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;best friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;gymnastics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sweaty hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mount Farris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sleep overs and giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;with markers and tooth paste (sorry mack)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade graduation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;bird poo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;first boyfriends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;fires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;letters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;reunited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sleep overs and giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;matching outfits &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pettijohns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;High School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hair dye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; in the hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;gorilla fireworks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;runs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;dressing up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;first kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sleep overs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;trendle beds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sneaking out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sleep overs and giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;weight training&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;golden girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;stealing signs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cookie parties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;proms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;growing pains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;graduation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sleep overs and giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The citadel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;short hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;phone calls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;living for the summers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;forestry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sleep overs and giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hiking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;four wheeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;back to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Terry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chicago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;more distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;more phone calls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;still the same old friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;moving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;travel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; breaks and summer visits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sleep overs and giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Arizona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;engagement &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sleep over and giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still the same old Blair and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8HsjmjrYn4/TYG2ob1pF3I/AAAAAAAAA7A/jjeezY-r3eg/s1600/IMG_0934_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8HsjmjrYn4/TYG2ob1pF3I/AAAAAAAAA7A/jjeezY-r3eg/s400/IMG_0934_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584945818699896690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbqZ9yKoReY/TYG2oN1vaeI/AAAAAAAAA64/-CxPEYhbuuk/s1600/IMG_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbqZ9yKoReY/TYG2oN1vaeI/AAAAAAAAA64/-CxPEYhbuuk/s400/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584945814942214626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6niex4pRvg/TYG2nj2BajI/AAAAAAAAA6w/x6A-3NPKcQY/s1600/IMG_1020_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6niex4pRvg/TYG2nj2BajI/AAAAAAAAA6w/x6A-3NPKcQY/s400/IMG_1020_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584945803669105202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-4799917380034829701?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/4799917380034829701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=4799917380034829701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4799917380034829701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4799917380034829701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/03/blair-and-stef-friends-till-end.html' title='Blair and Stef friends till the end'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8HsjmjrYn4/TYG2ob1pF3I/AAAAAAAAA7A/jjeezY-r3eg/s72-c/IMG_0934_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-6256612656360933856</id><published>2011-03-03T09:02:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:19:33.929-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The great Salt Lake</title><content type='html'>The House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0JvkLVHgpg/TW_aNB6zVzI/AAAAAAAAA6g/mGmbqxVjGr4/s1600/IMG_0702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0JvkLVHgpg/TW_aNB6zVzI/AAAAAAAAA6g/mGmbqxVjGr4/s200/IMG_0702.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579918380723558194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuWjRePT4Fo/TW_aMU8ZC1I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/_dFaTSXGPHU/s200/IMG_0705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579918368650627922" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYzlgb4SLz4/TW_aMEAUJrI/AAAAAAAAA6I/DCXdhpSK4yU/s200/IMG_0700.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579918364103681714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1zdezBycCs/TW_aM9d8idI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/sibkpKZlurI/s1600/IMG_0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1zdezBycCs/TW_aM9d8idI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/sibkpKZlurI/s200/IMG_0706.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579918379528784338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idPtk8Az0CQ/TW_aL7aQKQI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ud4c3hHgnMI/s200/IMG_0703.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579918361796552962" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhIPrcbv46k/TW_adt87M4I/AAAAAAAAA6o/dqJlPtiSgIw/s200/IMG_0701.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579918667421528962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing at Red Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnFJWvEgRI0/TW_YOQKcDNI/AAAAAAAAA54/ZmbN_eKkwzg/s1600/IMG_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnFJWvEgRI0/TW_YOQKcDNI/AAAAAAAAA54/ZmbN_eKkwzg/s200/IMG_0731.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579916202703850706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZOUWUbptls/TW_YNlhVpPI/AAAAAAAAA5g/mVfAw_APpjg/s200/IMG_0724.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579916191257175282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A2fGLSVh9NA/TW_YOERDXBI/AAAAAAAAA5w/3H0jmLOvOXc/s1600/IMG_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A2fGLSVh9NA/TW_YOERDXBI/AAAAAAAAA5w/3H0jmLOvOXc/s200/IMG_0710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579916199510367250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-urX9EiVK-es/TW_YN8zBBtI/AAAAAAAAA5o/8hBI1mX_pSw/s200/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579916197505337042" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My glass is most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; half full. In fact it just might be running over with all the goodness in my life. I have moved to the Great Salt Lake and I love it. I have a car, a place to live, and job all with in two weeks. I am stoked. I am blessed is more like it. The Lord loves me and has had his hand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prominently&lt;/span&gt; placed in my life these last few weeks. Oh did I mention that my brother is cancer FREE!!! Yeah because he is. Another huge blessing in my life.  I am grateful. Here is a list: A healthy brother, A sweet place to live in the area I wanted to live in, Rad roommates, Trips, A car, Concerts, Curling, My amazing family who I miss, Good friends close by, Jobs, Peace, Happiness, Warmth, A great ward, Hope, and a feelings of even better things to come if that is possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-6256612656360933856?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/6256612656360933856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=6256612656360933856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6256612656360933856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6256612656360933856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-salt-lake.html' title='The great Salt Lake'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0JvkLVHgpg/TW_aNB6zVzI/AAAAAAAAA6g/mGmbqxVjGr4/s72-c/IMG_0702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-9202075922846558507</id><published>2011-02-22T21:37:00.005-09:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:47:21.188-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISx3O8pXqaM/TWS4Ii1sKRI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/pdNBE1W40H0/s200/IMG_0686.JPG'/><title type='text'>Adam</title><content type='html'>The many faces of my amazing big brother Adam. Please keep him in your prayers tonight. He is being tested to see how his cancer reacted to the treatments tomorrow. Hopefully he will be happy, healthy and cancer free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W26fM8USFIg/TWS4IO8UwII/AAAAAAAAA5A/mozV3i_iZKs/s1600/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W26fM8USFIg/TWS4IO8UwII/AAAAAAAAA5A/mozV3i_iZKs/s200/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576784690181095554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjgLyr2buBY/TWS4HmJEY_I/AAAAAAAAA44/DOJnxL8O_Jk/s200/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576784679228695538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wll8P_7IUA8/TWS3Sbi4keI/AAAAAAAAA4o/WgyzHK9qzHs/s200/IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576783765851116002" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TehBpmfMb6M/TWS3SIpgtmI/AAAAAAAAA4g/LLDMZdZrteE/s200/IMG_0678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576783760778638946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X0DkjbSSpsA/TWS3R9PqEjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/x0gG4OZ5e5M/s200/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576783757717410354" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISx3O8pXqaM/TWS4Ii1sKRI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/pdNBE1W40H0/s200/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576784695521978642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5GLpvKlMJ4/TWS3St_4--I/AAAAAAAAA4w/86tkKtVa4FQ/s1600/IMG_0680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5GLpvKlMJ4/TWS3St_4--I/AAAAAAAAA4w/86tkKtVa4FQ/s200/IMG_0680.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576783770804616162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3QAiW-6C4qM/TWS3RhixtxI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/K6yC_tEkrVA/s200/IMG_0676.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576783750281410322" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LQLScIcAPRc/TWS4Ixg1vvI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/po5f4DtJmMI/s200/IMG_0684.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576784699461058290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-9202075922846558507?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/9202075922846558507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=9202075922846558507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/9202075922846558507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/9202075922846558507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/02/adam.html' title='Adam'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W26fM8USFIg/TWS4IO8UwII/AAAAAAAAA5A/mozV3i_iZKs/s72-c/IMG_0682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-3920424053762002204</id><published>2011-02-17T22:33:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:33:13.454-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Townes Earle "Mama's Eyes" - SXSW Music 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rKzxuqj3nAU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may not believe it from this video but Justin Townes is the sexiest man I have ever seen in a bow tie. Oh mama tonight was a good one. Tim aka Bud took me to see Mr. Townes. I hadn't ever heard of Justin Townes but Tim said he was good and Tim has great taste in music. I was not disappointed. By the end of the night I wanted to buy every CD and the T-shirt. I love me some good music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it here. I am happy. I have hung out with some of my favorite people. It has felt so good to just laugh uninhibited these last few days. I am so excited for my time here in Salt Lake. I can feel it and its going to be good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-3920424053762002204?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/3920424053762002204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=3920424053762002204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3920424053762002204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3920424053762002204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/02/justin-townes-earle-mamas-eyes-sxsw.html' title='Justin Townes Earle &quot;Mama&apos;s Eyes&quot; - SXSW Music 2010'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rKzxuqj3nAU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-1717212764849231465</id><published>2011-02-14T21:49:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:49:25.685-09:00</updated><title type='text'>ELVIS - Can't Help Falling In Love (Remastered audio)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lmakK7BSRnE?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;onor&lt;/span&gt; of Valentines Day  I thought I would post on things I love. Among some of those things is Elvis and his song Can't Help Falling In Love. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love....&lt;br /&gt;My Family (Mama, Pops, Glenn, Amber, Reese, Max, Brigg, Kasey, Rick, Emily, Ian, Megan, Leah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brennon&lt;/span&gt;, Adam, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lanse&lt;/span&gt;, Caitlin, JD, and baby Charlotte)&lt;br /&gt;The Sun&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;Naps&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity gossip magazines&lt;br /&gt;My friends&lt;br /&gt;Laughing till I cry&lt;br /&gt;A new pair of socks&lt;br /&gt;Climbing in to a  bed with clean sheets&lt;br /&gt;The Gospel of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;A first kiss&lt;br /&gt;snuggling&lt;br /&gt;Getting my teeth cleaned&lt;br /&gt;Warm bread&lt;br /&gt;Sunrises&lt;br /&gt;Pillow talk&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;A good hair day&lt;br /&gt;A good run&lt;br /&gt;The stars&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a new shirt&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-1717212764849231465?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/1717212764849231465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=1717212764849231465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1717212764849231465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1717212764849231465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/02/elvis-cant-help-falling-in-love.html' title='ELVIS - Can&apos;t Help Falling In Love (Remastered audio)'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lmakK7BSRnE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-952265791181030993</id><published>2011-02-10T21:47:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:24:56.841-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me eat cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another update on the life of Blair P. First a bit of background. I normally wouldn't blog about my insecurities but I feel its important for the glory of the story. I am a Hairy girl. Specifically I have a mustache. I have named him Harry. I always know its time to wax Harry when one of two things happens. A) I wake up and the hairs on my upper lip are going different directions or B) I catch my self stroking Harry in line at the grocery store. Now I don't want you to think that Harry is one of those crazy black staches that is untamed. I normally keep him under wraps. He gets waxed often and even at his worst he is very blond. Really its in the light that shows Harry at his best full and glistening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK now that we all have the back story on Harry I will finish my update. We all remember the 22 and a half yr old. I would like to pick up the story from there. Well I know I said he wasn't the one but I scummed. I let him kiss me. I am a sucker for someone who tells me I am pretty and can make me laugh. The kid does both. So we are talking about his stubble (you can see where this is going I am sure) when he starts to chuckle to himself. I ask what he is laughing about when he says nothing but continues to laugh. I come back with "this is a lovesack (a lovesack is a large bean bag for those of you unfamiliar not gonads like my mom thought) of honesty and you have to tell me what you are laughing at." I shouldn't be upset by his answer as I asked what he was laughing at but when he replied your whiskers. My mind was whirling, what? Seriously kid, did you really just say that? You can bet he did. He then follows up by calling Harry a fumanchue. My jaw was on the floor. He was laughing when he leaned in to kiss me and Harry again. After I realized that it was non offensive and that he was just a unlearned 22 and a 1/2 yr old. I simply told him that after you tell a girl she has a mustache that you no longer get to kiss her. I said this is a life lesson and that he should take notes. Never tell a girl she is fat or that she has facial hair especially if you are trying to make out with her. After that he apologized profusely telling me I was beautiful. The night was done at least for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I woke up to him walking into my room with a German Chocolate cake in his hand. Mind you this is 7:00 AM and the store is 20 minutes away. He walks over to me with his peace offering in his hand and says, "I couldn't sleep and this is all I could think of to bring you." Nice gesture, but even that will not get you a second helping of Harry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and just for every ones peace of mind I did bust out the waxing pot today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On another note I thought I would post a picture of me getting tucked in by my mama from the last post. I knew my millions of readers were dying for a visual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TVTniflNWBI/AAAAAAAAA4I/5mLw60dDi6Q/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572333218743277586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TVTniflNWBI/AAAAAAAAA4I/5mLw60dDi6Q/s400/IMG_0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sweet baby Charlotte and I are kindred spirits. Tie Dye through and through. I had to post the pictures of us. She just melts my heart. I am so so so sad to leave this sweet baby. I am not sure how I am going to swing the favorite aunt card so far away. I am thinking I will just have to keep mailing her tie dye apparel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xUVjeR4dK5k/TVTl793wsvI/AAAAAAAAA34/_Bc6YZHysHQ/s1600/IMG_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572331457347629810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xUVjeR4dK5k/TVTl793wsvI/AAAAAAAAA34/_Bc6YZHysHQ/s400/IMG_0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9maviy9jwE/TVTl7kRg7jI/AAAAAAAAA3w/CiclKZ5wIcA/s1600/IMG_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572331450476326450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9maviy9jwE/TVTl7kRg7jI/AAAAAAAAA3w/CiclKZ5wIcA/s400/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYHVLwblywY/TVTl7arvZcI/AAAAAAAAA3o/cV5kmmzxfV8/s1600/IMG_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572331447901971906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYHVLwblywY/TVTl7arvZcI/AAAAAAAAA3o/cV5kmmzxfV8/s400/IMG_0589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TVTl7NNDR2I/AAAAAAAAA3g/AjPUqVpbz0M/s1600/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572331444283590498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TVTl7NNDR2I/AAAAAAAAA3g/AjPUqVpbz0M/s400/IMG_0595.JPG" 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/8236056067818912390-952265791181030993?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/952265791181030993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=952265791181030993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/952265791181030993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/952265791181030993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/02/let-me-eat-cake.html' title='Let me eat cake'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TVTniflNWBI/AAAAAAAAA4I/5mLw60dDi6Q/s72-c/IMG_0606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-6865611122645916823</id><published>2011-02-07T13:36:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:42:56.828-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan B, 22 yr olds, and home</title><content type='html'>So I had a big plan to go to Ecuador. I had a ticket, travel buddies, and my sunscreen. Unfortunately the fates have other plans for me. Tickets were cancelled, buddies bailed and I am left with sun screen. Boo hoo, woe is me. Enough of the wailing I am not a Jew at the Wall. I have a beautiful plan B. Well, really it was my plan all along I am just moving up the dates a little. I will be in Utah next week and I am very excited. Its like I am waiting for my Bat Mitzvah. Let the journey begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make. I may or may not have hung out with a young gun the other night. To be fair to me I knew he was younger than me I just didn't know how young. We are sitting there chatting the night away literally 4 a.m. when age came up. He knew how old I was from previous conversations but I had never asked because I didn't really want to know. However the time was upon us and I had to ask, "Just how old are you?". To me he replied," 22...... and a half". Seriously? I had to contain myself and the peals of laughter in my throat. The last person who added the half to their age was my 7 year old niece. Shortly after I a made a reference to the 1980's movie Flight of the navigator. When there wasn't even a flicker of recognition in his eyes to the movie reference I knew our evening was done and that my darling 22 and a half year old was not The One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a consequence to my failed Ecuador adventure I am now living at home with my parents. Maybe I shouldn't be sitting on such a high horse regarding the 22 and a half year old. Along with the mild stigma of a 26 year old living at home there are some perks to it. One of which is that my mom tucks me in. I LOVE it. My mom and I tend to go to bed around the same time. I on purpose will move a bit quicker to get in bed before she does to ensure this evening ritual. I will get in to bed with my covers rumpled around me and call good night to her with out any expectation in my voice (even though there most definitely is a serious expectation). She will walk in my room and smile that silly smile walking up to my bed and say, "let me tuck you in little girl". She will lift and straighten the covers pulling them above my face. Then she will pull them down again just under my chin to revel her smiling face and my wide eyes. We both laugh at this because I am obviously way to old for this and yet we are both loving it. Finally she will take her hands and tuck the blankets around my body while saying, "I hope you sleep snug as a bug in a rug" followed by laughter on both sides. I love her. Maybe I don't need a plan B after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-6865611122645916823?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/6865611122645916823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=6865611122645916823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6865611122645916823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6865611122645916823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/02/plan-b-22-yr-olds-and-home.html' title='Plan B, 22 yr olds, and home'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-9159837854359840980</id><published>2011-01-29T19:20:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T19:29:40.421-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zMaRqvMsiEM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much to do tonight! Costume parties, live music, dinner, hot date, sleep overs all calling my name. The excitement of it all is the stuff memories are made of. But tonight I am content to sit at home in my knee high socks and sweatshirt relishing in Otis and the stillness of an empty house. Tonight will be something less than notable but everything that I need.  I was listening to a song today that says, "you've got to be kind to yourself". Tonight I am taking this to heart. Enjoy your selves tonight. I know that I will be.  x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8236056067818912390-9159837854359840980?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/9159837854359840980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=9159837854359840980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/9159837854359840980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/9159837854359840980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/01/otis-redding-sittin-on-dock-of-bay.html' title='Content'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zMaRqvMsiEM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-4627807532177891878</id><published>2011-01-24T22:08:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:50:02.598-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TT6AW2oPfYI/AAAAAAAAA3E/UeFXAnuQXsk/s320/IMG_0545.JPG'/><title type='text'>A few notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TT6AV5jQu7I/AAAAAAAAA28/8QkLC1q8no8/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566027303190838194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TT6AY0l2Y9I/AAAAAAAAA3U/mZPuysJbhPw/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566027353399124946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all who wander are lost is what my mama told me. That is my theme for 2011. I have bought my ticket to Ecuador and I have bout my ticket for the move to Utah. I am so very excited for this year. It is going to be good, great, wonderful, fabulous, amazing, and just plain fun. I have an excitement in me that hasn't been there in a while. I am ready to make Utah my new home. I am ready to make new friends and have new adventures. I am a little nervous to leave my home when I have it so good, but I might never know greatness or growth if I stay. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other night I was reminded of how lucky I am. I hate to admit it but I rear ended someone. I do not claim to be a good driver but on the norm I don't hit people. The airbags deployed and needless to say I was a little shaken up. It was in Wasilla and the first thing I did was call my mom. The first thing she did was send my dad to get me. Yes I am 26 and my parents still come to my rescue. I am so lucky. I think its funny that no matter how old I get how much of an adult I think I am. I am still my parents girl. They are mine and I am theirs. I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a trip to Kasey's house this weekend. Yeah it was perfect. We watched netflix, went to book club, watched us some roller derby and snuggled. Oh how we snuggled. It may be one of my very favorite qualities about my sister. She has a way of sitting next to you and before you know it she has draped her self all over you. The thing is she does this with pretty much anyone that sits with in a 5 ft radius. Did i mention she is funny, kind, compassionate, sensitive, giving, spiritual, tender, clever, patient, naughty, and all around fabulous. Yeah my sister is the greatest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TT6AYJqez-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/VAenhl2h4QQ/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566027341875826658" /&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/8236056067818912390-4627807532177891878?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/4627807532177891878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=4627807532177891878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4627807532177891878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4627807532177891878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/01/few-notes.html' title='A few notes'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TT6AV5jQu7I/AAAAAAAAA28/8QkLC1q8no8/s72-c/IMG_0545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-4858779265551707419</id><published>2011-01-03T14:34:00.014-09:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:47:46.067-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie's wedding weekend o' delight</title><content type='html'>And so the adventure begins. So there are a ton ton ton of pictures from this trip. How could there not be when I am taking a trip to see all of my lovely girls. So my darling Andrea married the dashing Mr. Tyler Pond this last weekend. I don't know if I have ever been so excited for a wedding. Andrea is so in love. She just radiates joy and beauty. It was so fun to be able to share in her happiness.&lt;br /&gt;This is the thing I noticed about Annie and all of her friends. A) she is best friends with everyone. It is one of my favorite characteristics of hers. B) I love all of her best friends. Even the ones I had only heard stories about. It is funny how all of her friends just fit together.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was packed with parties on the beach, sleep overs, and a wedding extravaganza. I don't think I can write everything down that happened but I can give some highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;I Concord the freeways with Hortensia the GPS's help. (I called her Whore when she lead me astray)&lt;br /&gt;Getting my nails done with the Cartwright and Parish girls&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my best friend Whitney&lt;br /&gt;Girl time with Teresa&lt;br /&gt;Beach fiesta&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Sharons fabulous face and hair&lt;br /&gt;snuggling with Ruthie&lt;br /&gt;Fat Kid party&lt;br /&gt;Early morning wedding day snuggle with Annie&lt;br /&gt;Watching Andrea walk out of the temple with her new hubby&lt;br /&gt;Pictures with the girls&lt;br /&gt;Beach jumping montage&lt;br /&gt;Walk with TP&lt;br /&gt;Reception with best taquito in the world&lt;br /&gt;Candy&lt;br /&gt;karaoke with Mormon kids&lt;br /&gt;kid with random rat tail&lt;br /&gt;a good night sleep&lt;br /&gt;santa monica pier&lt;br /&gt;swinging on the rings&lt;br /&gt;giggle fest with the girls and cary&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;flight home trivia extravaganza with James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low lights&lt;br /&gt;forgetting i had a 7 hour lay over in pheonix&lt;br /&gt;fog&lt;br /&gt;the roads in sd&lt;br /&gt;smelling like smoke for 3 days, next time I will pack more clothes or stand further from the bonfire&lt;br /&gt;11 girls 2 beds one hotel room&lt;br /&gt;getting peed/puked on by luci&lt;br /&gt;cold cold cold toes&lt;br /&gt;Andrea's missing passport&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal dinner was at moonlight beach. It was so fun to see all of Andreas family and friends. I like to think I am a sudo member of her family. Andrea was beautiful. We made her do her hair. After the fire all of the girls went to a hotel and we draped, laughed, and ate. Oh it was perfect. When we finally went to bed for the night there wasn't a space on the floor not covered by a body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJvGS_0g5I/AAAAAAAAA20/f9t8pWT3Yfo/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558127044098032530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJvGS_0g5I/AAAAAAAAA20/f9t8pWT3Yfo/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJvF2QetiI/AAAAAAAAA2k/SYr_WIip1Hg/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558127036383278626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJvF2QetiI/AAAAAAAAA2k/SYr_WIip1Hg/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJvGCmsRmI/AAAAAAAAA2s/J6g3b_R46RY/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558127039697667682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJvGCmsRmI/AAAAAAAAA2s/J6g3b_R46RY/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJuHm5JZzI/AAAAAAAAA2U/nUhCRYcG5BE/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558125967106991922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJuHm5JZzI/AAAAAAAAA2U/nUhCRYcG5BE/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJuGhVEYVI/AAAAAAAAA10/NO3l6UyXxmc/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558125948433621330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJuGhVEYVI/AAAAAAAAA10/NO3l6UyXxmc/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG day was amazing. We got up early to get ready. I love the picture below of Sheena. She is preggers and just stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJuHU4VfdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/s4_zQncy7YI/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558125962271751634" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJuHU4VfdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/s4_zQncy7YI/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJuHGCQv2I/AAAAAAAAA2E/DFS2QFwzuSY/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558125958286851938" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJuHGCQv2I/AAAAAAAAA2E/DFS2QFwzuSY/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJuG8NrXLI/AAAAAAAAA18/vbAfOc22WHk/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558125955650378930" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJuG8NrXLI/AAAAAAAAA18/vbAfOc22WHk/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJvFiapTSI/AAAAAAAAA2c/iHjC22Uwc1s/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558127031057206562" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJvFiapTSI/AAAAAAAAA2c/iHjC22Uwc1s/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrea and Tyler coming out of the temple as husband and wife. I almost balled when I got to hug her as Mrs. Pond.  You are suppose to be at your most beautiful on your wedding day. Annie did not disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJrwvTp8DI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vrGIjsCM2Vs/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558123375205412914" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJrwvTp8DI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vrGIjsCM2Vs/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJqv-A0ZwI/AAAAAAAAA1c/uKWGslBJCfc/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558122262461441794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJqv-A0ZwI/AAAAAAAAA1c/uKWGslBJCfc/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJqvUVPwHI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Jj12sxYj3yo/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558122251272831090" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJqvUVPwHI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Jj12sxYj3yo/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJrw6UjZOI/AAAAAAAAA1s/-A3_6DlbQpo/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558123378161968354" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJrw6UjZOI/AAAAAAAAA1s/-A3_6DlbQpo/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJqu0B5hRI/AAAAAAAAA1M/m1-S-CQ2NsE/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558122242601747730" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJqu0B5hRI/AAAAAAAAA1M/m1-S-CQ2NsE/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJquh43-fI/AAAAAAAAA1E/uEW5sLVvzjI/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558122237732059634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJquh43-fI/AAAAAAAAA1E/uEW5sLVvzjI/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJqud6GWYI/AAAAAAAAA08/4MCBCK7Q5M4/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558122236663454082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJqud6GWYI/AAAAAAAAA08/4MCBCK7Q5M4/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ladies of sunny side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJp0ytMaCI/AAAAAAAAA00/U7Irycln9jY/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558121245814056994" style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 412px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJp0ytMaCI/AAAAAAAAA00/U7Irycln9jY/s400/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJowg9f28I/AAAAAAAAA0k/6vUcxxHoUQ4/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558120072819497922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJowg9f28I/AAAAAAAAA0k/6vUcxxHoUQ4/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Darling Sharon and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJowAiM2pI/AAAAAAAAA0U/1_4DNsk8p8I/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558120064115071634" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJowAiM2pI/AAAAAAAAA0U/1_4DNsk8p8I/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJowbMh1VI/AAAAAAAAA0c/fXsSY8L-KlM/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558120071271929170" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJowbMh1VI/AAAAAAAAA0c/fXsSY8L-KlM/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJowyb6KCI/AAAAAAAAA0s/6d01ecWB_Sc/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558120077510453282" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJowyb6KCI/AAAAAAAAA0s/6d01ecWB_Sc/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach Jumping montage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJovjctbDI/AAAAAAAAA0M/PvHehExUTxk/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558120056307412018" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJovjctbDI/AAAAAAAAA0M/PvHehExUTxk/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJnSBNYwMI/AAAAAAAAAz0/UztOnkp-o7k/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558118449388503234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJnSBNYwMI/AAAAAAAAAz0/UztOnkp-o7k/s320/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJnS0E1xxI/AAAAAAAAA0E/lYERB0kU29Y/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558118463042864914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJnS0E1xxI/AAAAAAAAA0E/lYERB0kU29Y/s320/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJnSuyjHFI/AAAAAAAAAz8/A0wipcf9gzQ/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558118461623966802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJnSuyjHFI/AAAAAAAAAz8/A0wipcf9gzQ/s320/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJnRdOTStI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kn_TRfoA3Xw/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558118439728663250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJnRdOTStI/AAAAAAAAAzk/kn_TRfoA3Xw/s320/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJnR_8uO_I/AAAAAAAAAzs/0c6HfzSAWRk/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558118449050172402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJnR_8uO_I/AAAAAAAAAzs/0c6HfzSAWRk/s320/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reception:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJl81LhZUI/AAAAAAAAAzc/aRF4RfMlc6o/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558116985870574914" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJl81LhZUI/AAAAAAAAAzc/aRF4RfMlc6o/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJl8q5DPPI/AAAAAAAAAzU/xF54GLt0_qg/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558116983108746482" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJl8q5DPPI/AAAAAAAAAzU/xF54GLt0_qg/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJl8KeZq5I/AAAAAAAAAzM/laSZ8Ewtw0k/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558116974407035794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJl8KeZq5I/AAAAAAAAAzM/laSZ8Ewtw0k/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJl7weK7pI/AAAAAAAAAzE/z_L2LwR8nEs/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558116967426748050" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJl7weK7pI/AAAAAAAAAzE/z_L2LwR8nEs/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJl7lxJ9CI/AAAAAAAAAy8/UjMWWCocmUg/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558116964553585698" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJl7lxJ9CI/AAAAAAAAAy8/UjMWWCocmUg/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes we were in San Diego and yes it was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist Saturday- Santa Monica Pier and Hollywood, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJfPseqGTI/AAAAAAAAAxc/wx7GmkfIqpg/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558109613371038002" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJfPseqGTI/AAAAAAAAAxc/wx7GmkfIqpg/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJiXTkFXHI/AAAAAAAAAys/F3rlAGV5q5Q/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558113042656746610" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJiXTkFXHI/AAAAAAAAAys/F3rlAGV5q5Q/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJgfVbLXeI/AAAAAAAAAyE/7Zy9RwZhtLU/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558110981571960290" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJgfVbLXeI/AAAAAAAAAyE/7Zy9RwZhtLU/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJgf775_PI/AAAAAAAAAyU/tioqa--GZxM/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558110991909780722" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJgf775_PI/AAAAAAAAAyU/tioqa--GZxM/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJiXtX20kI/AAAAAAAAAy0/k11GDe5V7Jg/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558113049584783938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJiXtX20kI/AAAAAAAAAy0/k11GDe5V7Jg/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJggkSYBSI/AAAAAAAAAyk/8uiFIHA_7ao/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558111002741441826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJggkSYBSI/AAAAAAAAAyk/8uiFIHA_7ao/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJgfgXrNFI/AAAAAAAAAyM/uAZQWBc19zU/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558110984510059602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJgfgXrNFI/AAAAAAAAAyM/uAZQWBc19zU/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJggPhY8oI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KHIpMGVyogU/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558110997167272578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJggPhY8oI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KHIpMGVyogU/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJfQ4jAclI/AAAAAAAAAx8/7Ado4ZXwAgQ/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558109633790374482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJfQ4jAclI/AAAAAAAAAx8/7Ado4ZXwAgQ/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJfQurUwDI/AAAAAAAAAx0/IM12jqzyl7c/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558109631140905010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJfQurUwDI/AAAAAAAAAx0/IM12jqzyl7c/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJfQWT4kPI/AAAAAAAAAxs/S0tVqjKAs7Y/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558109624600137970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJfQWT4kPI/AAAAAAAAAxs/S0tVqjKAs7Y/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJfQM5_7VI/AAAAAAAAAxk/DeaSGHyFZSo/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558109622075649362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJfQM5_7VI/AAAAAAAAAxk/DeaSGHyFZSo/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJdl5dtbyI/AAAAAAAAAxU/1gTSRQ_SR18/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558107795790589730" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJdl5dtbyI/AAAAAAAAAxU/1gTSRQ_SR18/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJdlW-j9xI/AAAAAAAAAxE/L4AWDB5WjSg/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558107786533140242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJdlW-j9xI/AAAAAAAAAxE/L4AWDB5WjSg/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJdlgC2z4I/AAAAAAAAAxM/S3UBR43T824/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558107788967071618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJdlgC2z4I/AAAAAAAAAxM/S3UBR43T824/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJdlOirk7I/AAAAAAAAAw8/m275IIc-qK4/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558107784268714930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJdlOirk7I/AAAAAAAAAw8/m275IIc-qK4/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJdk6SotbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/knUJPvw0Ba0/s1600/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558107778832709042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJdk6SotbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/knUJPvw0Ba0/s200/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B1163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-4858779265551707419?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/4858779265551707419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=4858779265551707419' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4858779265551707419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4858779265551707419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2011/01/annies-wedding-weekend-o-delight.html' title='Annie&apos;s wedding weekend o&apos; delight'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TSJvGS_0g5I/AAAAAAAAA20/f9t8pWT3Yfo/s72-c/annie%2527s%2Bwedding%2B880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-2514595987095003015</id><published>2010-12-21T10:47:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T11:02:57.904-09:00</updated><title type='text'>My babe Charlotte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet niece Charlotte Blair Hatley was born Dec 15, 2010. She is perfect in every way. It is a wonder to me how you can love someone so much who you just met. Oh mama my heart melted when I met her for the first time. It reminds me what life is about. How family is the most important thing in the world and that we all need to take time to appreciate the beauty of life. My sister is incredible. I cant believed she is a mom. I just know she is going to be the best mother. She is patient and loving not to mention hilarious. She is in love with Charlotte. It is so sweet to see how my miss Cait has taken to motherhood. She is a natural. I love how even though my Cait is my younger sister she has been my example my whole life. I want to be just like her when I grow up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TREFUJhzmII/AAAAAAAAAwg/j_OBALxCUI0/s1600/Winter%2B10%2527%2B815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553225659237767298" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TREFUJhzmII/AAAAAAAAAwg/j_OBALxCUI0/s400/Winter%2B10%2527%2B815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TREFTNn11HI/AAAAAAAAAwY/x_AeLVGf9YE/s1600/Winter%2B10%2527%2B814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553225643156952178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TREFTNn11HI/AAAAAAAAAwY/x_AeLVGf9YE/s400/Winter%2B10%2527%2B814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TREFS2fCZJI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/p9VjS6ePAOc/s1600/Winter%2B10%2527%2B831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553225636946011282" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TREFS2fCZJI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/p9VjS6ePAOc/s400/Winter%2B10%2527%2B831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TREFRV8gUSI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Pzf72oWaNkk/s1600/Winter%2B10%2527%2B824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553225611031367970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TREFRV8gUSI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Pzf72oWaNkk/s400/Winter%2B10%2527%2B824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TREFRO6gPgI/AAAAAAAAAwA/67Wm9dVq1l0/s1600/Winter%2B10%2527%2B827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553225609143926274" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TREFRO6gPgI/AAAAAAAAAwA/67Wm9dVq1l0/s400/Winter%2B10%2527%2B827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-2514595987095003015?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/2514595987095003015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=2514595987095003015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2514595987095003015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2514595987095003015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-babe-charlotte.html' title='My babe Charlotte'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TREFUJhzmII/AAAAAAAAAwg/j_OBALxCUI0/s72-c/Winter%2B10%2527%2B815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-726701025992898627</id><published>2010-12-11T22:15:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:15:15.030-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua Radin - I'd Rather be With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TyHQQWY5FAU?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-726701025992898627?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/726701025992898627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=726701025992898627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/726701025992898627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/726701025992898627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/12/joshua-radin-id-rather-be-with-you.html' title='Joshua Radin - I&apos;d Rather be With You'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TyHQQWY5FAU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-5807541371554027697</id><published>2010-12-11T22:03:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:08:33.671-09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Leap</title><content type='html'>I am nervous, excited, scared, and so ready to get on that plane and see what my future holds. I know it's only a week and I'll be back, but this trip seems really big. This could be it. This could be everything. &lt;div&gt;On another note I have a crush on Josh Radin. Check out his music.&lt;br /&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/8236056067818912390-5807541371554027697?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/5807541371554027697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=5807541371554027697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5807541371554027697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5807541371554027697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/12/leap.html' title='A Leap'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-7757608019631216363</id><published>2010-12-08T10:51:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:56:09.905-09:00</updated><title type='text'>London is Calling</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes it is. I got the job!!!! I know I have to think, pray, and get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; from God but that's it. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited. I head over on Monday to see if I love it. I have a feeling I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-7757608019631216363?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/7757608019631216363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=7757608019631216363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7757608019631216363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7757608019631216363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/12/london-is-calling.html' title='London is Calling'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-8394059315497104532</id><published>2010-11-25T23:30:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:27:50.095-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks and an apple pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Apple Pie skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TO960WpvPgI/AAAAAAAAAvI/tgk7f3kdOo0/s1600/winter%2B10%2B898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543784706168798722" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TO960WpvPgI/AAAAAAAAAvI/tgk7f3kdOo0/s320/winter%2B10%2B898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TO960seaHVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/sIhC9FjKFpk/s1600/winter%2B10%2B900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543784712026856786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TO960seaHVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/sIhC9FjKFpk/s320/winter%2B10%2B900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TO98QmYp3OI/AAAAAAAAAvw/KCREp502HrM/s1600/winter%2B10%2B902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543786290940075234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TO98QmYp3OI/AAAAAAAAAvw/KCREp502HrM/s320/winter%2B10%2B902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TO99THpOD0I/AAAAAAAAAv4/mUElLONigPY/s1600/winter%2B10%2B906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543787433739292482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TO99THpOD0I/AAAAAAAAAv4/mUElLONigPY/s320/winter%2B10%2B906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Thanksgiving and all that it entails. It is a day dedicated to showing gratitude. A day chalk full of food, family, and friends. How wonderful is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A list of all the things I am grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Adam, apple pie, Autumn, the atonement, Amber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Boys, baths, beds, brownies, beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: Carpet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cait&lt;/span&gt;, computers, cars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: Dads, diligence, dinners, dental insurance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Ego Waffles, Elegance, Ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F: Fishing, friends, fruit, funny people, film, Floss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;G: Good times, Glenn, Games, Gymnastics, Guidance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;H: Homes, Happiness, Hugs, Heat on High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I: Ice cream, Inappropriate jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Jobs, Jokes, Jello, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;K: Kasey, Kites, Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lanse&lt;/span&gt;, Love, Listening, Loyalty, Laughter, Lip gloss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: My Mama, Miracles, Moose, Morning, Music, Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;N: New clothes, Night time, New friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O: Opening a new soda, Opportunity, Old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P: Prayer, Peace, Pop rocks, Pasta, Photography, Prophets, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pettijohn's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Quite, Questions, Quilts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;R: Running, Reading, Relaxing, Roommates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Silliness, Sunrise, Sleep, the Sun, the Sea, Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T: Tender mercies, Tie dye, Toenails, Teeth, Trials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;U:Understanding, Umbrellas, Underwear, Utensils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;V:Victory, Valentines, Violins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;W:Winter, Women, Water, Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;X: X-rays, X-men, Xylophone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y: Yellow, Yes, Youth, Yettie's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z: Zoos, Zena, Zebras&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TO961uCd7VI/AAAAAAAAAvo/jsuixpAKZSs/s1600/winter%2B10%2B914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543784729626406226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TO961uCd7VI/AAAAAAAAAvo/jsuixpAKZSs/s320/winter%2B10%2B914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-8394059315497104532?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/8394059315497104532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=8394059315497104532' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/8394059315497104532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/8394059315497104532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks-and-apple-pie.html' title='Thanks and an apple pie'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TO960WpvPgI/AAAAAAAAAvI/tgk7f3kdOo0/s72-c/winter%2B10%2B898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-6294935692293859349</id><published>2010-11-15T14:57:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:05:44.414-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that meake me happpy take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any sort of baby clothing&lt;br /&gt;a glass of water when you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thirsty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snow&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tubbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slumber parties&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving (just around the corner)&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;My favorite pair of Jeans&lt;br /&gt;School projects&lt;br /&gt;A long run&lt;br /&gt;quiet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-6294935692293859349?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/6294935692293859349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=6294935692293859349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6294935692293859349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6294935692293859349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-that-meake-me-happpy-take-2.html' title='Things that meake me happpy take 2'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-3140805226974834971</id><published>2010-11-15T11:19:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:33:27.131-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cait's Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>My little sister is about to pop. We had a baby shower for her on Sat. She was so beautiful. It is wonderful to see so many women gathered together to celebrate my sister and her new stage in life. I just know she is going to be an amazing mom. She is sweet, sensitive, good, kind, tender, silly, fun, thoughtful, compassionate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;charitable&lt;/span&gt;, and loving. I think all of these attributes are going to help her be an amazing mama.&lt;br /&gt;She is going to have a little girl. I think they are going to name her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;. I just  know she is going to have a mess of black hair and big blue eyes like her mom. She is going to be stunning. I just can't wait to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TOGXH_sOHDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/f_1SaP216ps/s1600/cait%2B887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539875180254207026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TOGXH_sOHDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/f_1SaP216ps/s320/cait%2B887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I knew Charlotte was getting jealous so many people wanted to take pictures with her mom. I thought I would get a pic with her. After all the party was for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;            &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TOGWXfIh9EI/AAAAAAAAAuo/KVbK7JX6K8M/s1600/cait%2B894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539874346880857154" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TOGWXfIh9EI/AAAAAAAAAuo/KVbK7JX6K8M/s200/cait%2B894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TOGWyYhfvxI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bhePl3B4YN4/s1600/cait%2B873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539874808962989842" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TOGWyYhfvxI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bhePl3B4YN4/s200/cait%2B873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TOGWWSBpF-I/AAAAAAAAAuY/wXdWD0Z1HqU/s1600/cait%2B870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539874326182434786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TOGWWSBpF-I/AAAAAAAAAuY/wXdWD0Z1HqU/s200/cait%2B870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TOGWW7IQR5I/AAAAAAAAAug/RWfVxwNoelU/s1600/cait%2B882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539874337216022418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TOGWW7IQR5I/AAAAAAAAAug/RWfVxwNoelU/s200/cait%2B882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TOGWy7jQL9I/AAAAAAAAAu4/JpPdBhYKaZ8/s1600/cait%2B893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539874818365599698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TOGWy7jQL9I/AAAAAAAAAu4/JpPdBhYKaZ8/s200/cait%2B893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-3140805226974834971?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/3140805226974834971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=3140805226974834971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3140805226974834971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3140805226974834971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/11/caits-baby-shower.html' title='Cait&apos;s Baby Shower'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TOGXH_sOHDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/f_1SaP216ps/s72-c/cait%2B887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-782931470374001377</id><published>2010-11-11T15:17:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:31:59.961-09:00</updated><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>Holy Crap. I think I am going to live in Europe for a year. Maybe I will find love and maybe I wont. Maybe I will love it and maybe I wont. Maybe it will be everything charming and fabulous and maybe it wont. If I do go I know I wont regret it. If I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go Iwill. So regardless of what happens I think I am going to give it a shot. I mean if my company offers the position to me. I do this sometimes. I make life plans for 5 years down the road when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if I even got the job. Well I will be crossing my fingers for a romantic year in Europe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-782931470374001377?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/782931470374001377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=782931470374001377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/782931470374001377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/782931470374001377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/11/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-5092824069469947837</id><published>2010-11-08T18:44:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T15:17:13.451-09:00</updated><title type='text'>an ode to my mama</title><content type='html'>So my mother is something wonderful. She is strong, sensitive, and silly. She is the rock that supports my family. There are so many stories I could tell you about her. I could tell you about the time that she blowed dried my hair for me or the time she kissed my big toe. There a so many moments in my life I took still photos of in my mind to treasure. I am sure some of those moments passed for her like any other. I don't think mothers realize it is those passing moments that shape their children.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday my mom and I had a bonding day. I came home early and declared that it was Sunday and Sunday was a day of rest. A nap was in order. So under the covers we climbed just like nap time when I was four. Once completely engulfed in blankets and pillows the words began to flow. I talked and laughed and she listened an laughed. My mom is one of the funniest people I know. She is an observer. She observes and then commentates. I am glad I have been seated next to her on the ride of life. It has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden my mom stops the conversation and said to listen. The snow was falling and it was silent. She said it was what snow does. The snow silences the world. OK I don't think she actually said that but that was the jest:) So we laid there in bed staring up at the sky watching the snow fall.&lt;br /&gt;My mom has always been good at smelling the roses. I remember her waking me up in the middle of the night as a kid to watch the northern lights. One time in the dead of winter she pulled me out of bed wrapped me up in a coat and took me down to the lake to watch the lights. She told me to listen really carefully so I could hear them. I heard them crackle and pop against the lake. My mom is the kind of mom who lets you finish listening to the song on the radio even when we have pulled up to the house. I know that is a simple thing but that small act showed me that my mom had time for me. What was in the house (dinner, other kids, bed) could wait two minutes. I hope to be as patient and to be able to instill the same "smell the roses" mentality in my kids.&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-5092824069469947837?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/5092824069469947837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=5092824069469947837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5092824069469947837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5092824069469947837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/11/ode-to-my-mama.html' title='an ode to my mama'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-4460082127366562838</id><published>2010-11-02T11:30:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:12:54.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween and Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MAMA, LANSEY AND Z-MACK!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought birthday hats. I love making my family do things they don't really want to. I think it is a testament to how much they love me. They are so good to me. I know I am so blessed to have them in my life. Here are a few pics from the party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBoTjOgqVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/NqQ_sOcjREY/s1600/winter+2010+710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535038627121244498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBoTjOgqVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/NqQ_sOcjREY/s200/winter+2010+710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBo1z8_iuI/AAAAAAAAAuI/6dnwt3cyjjI/s1600/winter+2010+707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535039215726725858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBo1z8_iuI/AAAAAAAAAuI/6dnwt3cyjjI/s200/winter+2010+707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBoSlwtpxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yjIi934SWA0/s1600/winter+2010+722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535038610621703954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBoSlwtpxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yjIi934SWA0/s200/winter+2010+722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBoSC_dfRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/CT0MwLRvMBc/s1600/winter+2010+704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535038601288318226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBoSC_dfRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/CT0MwLRvMBc/s200/winter+2010+704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is so stinkin cute. He has lost his hair but not his pzazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;           &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBoSQFS6QI/AAAAAAAAAto/L9EWCTQZO0w/s1600/winter+2010+721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535038604802451714" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBoSQFS6QI/AAAAAAAAAto/L9EWCTQZO0w/s200/winter+2010+721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535038620671442898" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBoTLMwf9I/AAAAAAAAAt4/mfZiBZJ_xFU/s200/winter+2010+714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure Cait will hate this pic but her belly is so beautiful. I can't believe how big she is. I am so eager to meet my little Charlotte. Lanse got a shot gun for his birthday. I don't think he has been that excited since he was 5. His whole face lit up when he opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBnUP4G-eI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/UlHFoWsuASU/s1600/winter+2010+694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535037539595254242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBnUP4G-eI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/UlHFoWsuASU/s200/winter+2010+694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBnTvOD9hI/AAAAAAAAAtA/lX3dM7fSq10/s1600/winter+2010+691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535037530828961298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBnTvOD9hI/AAAAAAAAAtA/lX3dM7fSq10/s200/winter+2010+691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the activities chair at church and so i got roped into decorating for the YSA dance (which I have vowed to never attend again). Decorating turned into running and cleaning up for but no big deal. My good friend Mark helped me and I forever will love him for it. We created a false ceiling out of spiderwebs and i made a big spider to hang from the b-ball hoop. We had black lights and a fog machine. I may have not enjoyed decorating but I must say that I rocked the socks off of it. I am sad I didn't get a pic of the finished product. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the cow girl is random but she was a dancing fool and that pic is so funny to me. She said she wanted people to milk her. People are so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBnT8gjExI/AAAAAAAAAtI/3_e9c0LoDQE/s1600/winter+2010+697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535037534396158738" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBnT8gjExI/AAAAAAAAAtI/3_e9c0LoDQE/s200/winter+2010+697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBnTOY2HFI/AAAAAAAAAs4/l9lcVTVteTY/s1600/winter+2010+689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535037522015820882" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBnTOY2HFI/AAAAAAAAAs4/l9lcVTVteTY/s200/winter+2010+689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBnUjqM74I/AAAAAAAAAtY/mWs-lAxQlfM/s1600/winter+2010+692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535037544905633666" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBnUjqM74I/AAAAAAAAAtY/mWs-lAxQlfM/s200/winter+2010+692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-4460082127366562838?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/4460082127366562838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=4460082127366562838' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4460082127366562838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4460082127366562838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-and-birthdays.html' title='Halloween and Birthdays'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TNBoTjOgqVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/NqQ_sOcjREY/s72-c/winter+2010+710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-5358943980265262772</id><published>2010-10-27T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:04:33.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumford and Sons - Little Lion Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/lLJf9qJHR3E/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLJf9qJHR3E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLJf9qJHR3E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I found who i want to take on my hippy adventure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-5358943980265262772?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/5358943980265262772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=5358943980265262772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5358943980265262772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5358943980265262772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/10/mumford-and-sons-little-lion-man.html' title='Mumford and Sons - Little Lion Man'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-6092203262233323916</id><published>2010-10-26T15:28:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:01:53.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I want to be a hippy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I want to be a hippy. I want to wear dresses and toms. I want to have long mermaid hair and not brush it. I want to be kissed by the sun. I want to be free to read and paint and take pictures. I want to travel the world with two cents to my name. I want to be outside riding bikes and hiking mountains. I want to sleep under the stars and make wishes on all of them. I want to stay up late and wake up early. OK really I want to stay up late and sleep late:) I want a hot hippy man to come with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Today I want to be a hippy.&lt;/span&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/8236056067818912390-6092203262233323916?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/6092203262233323916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=6092203262233323916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6092203262233323916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6092203262233323916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-i-want-to-be-hippy.html' title='Today I want to be a hippy'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-6072234963711602968</id><published>2010-10-22T11:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T11:39:11.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The black lung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am sick. It doesn't happen very often but it did. I self diagnosed myself with the black lung. I know I have never worked in a coal mine but I am sure that is what I have. I have been hacking up things I didn't even know I had in me. Its gross. Also I have been sleeping for large quantities of time. Last night I went to bed at 6:30 and I plan on going home today and taking a nap. Sleep is the real cure all. OK Sleep is number one but due to my BL I have also discovered the beauty of NyQuil (originally believed to be called NightQuil). I have never been one to self medicate but oh I plan to a lot more now that I know what a good night sleep can come of the magic drug NyQuil. So if you were wondering where I have been and what I have been doing here you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-6072234963711602968?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/6072234963711602968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=6072234963711602968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6072234963711602968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6072234963711602968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/10/black-lung.html' title='The black lung'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-4291377583011225244</id><published>2010-10-14T15:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T15:36:54.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home is not where you live, but where they understand you”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-4291377583011225244?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/4291377583011225244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=4291377583011225244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4291377583011225244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4291377583011225244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/10/home-is-not-where-you-live-but-where.html' title=''/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-5338509162240602199</id><published>2010-10-11T17:12:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:21:20.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons, foundations, and boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TLYDjUAThrI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LCYQGUfXYi4/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527609497844156082" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TLYDjUAThrI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LCYQGUfXYi4/s200/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TLYDizvxOCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zjZe7Cr_Oxs/s1600/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527609489184864290" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TLYDizvxOCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zjZe7Cr_Oxs/s200/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TLYDilTeNlI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-ucGkbvdOYA/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527609485308081746" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TLYDilTeNlI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-ucGkbvdOYA/s200/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my mama. I have learned many things from her. A lot of things i inherited and I didn't even know it. Another person I love with my whole soul is my niece Reese. She is a spit fire who lights up a room when she walks in. She is only 7 but you forget because she runs around like a little grown up. Recently she has gotten old enough where I am less entertaining than her cousins and so she tends to play with them more than she likes to sit and cuddle with me. Last Sunday was a lazy Sunday. We were all at my parents house lounging in our PJ's. I asked Reese to come snuggle with me and with out hesitation she bounced off the couch (she only bounces, skips or runs. I don't think she is capable of walking) and into my arms on the floor. I had my arms rapped all the way around her and her little freckled nose was close to mine. I asked her if she knew how much I loved her? She said she did (I tell her every time I see her). Then I went ahead and told her all the things I loved about her. I told her that I thought she was the most beautiful redheaded little girl I had ever seen. I told her that she was a very good friend to her cousins, and that she was an amazing big sister and that I wished I could be like her. I went on like this for a minute or two about how fabulous she is. She melted into me and wouldn't leave my lap the rest of the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember having the same experience with my mom. She would wrap her arms around me and tell me all the reasons she loved me and why I was fabulous. I remember believing her. I realized as I was snuggling with miss Reese that my mom had taught me how to make others feel the way she made me feel, loved. I think this has to be one of the most beautiful gifts she has ever given me. I think I need to wrap my arms around my mama and tell her all the reasons she is loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on my list of things to ramble about is about another gift given to me. One from my Heavenly Father. It is a sense of self. There are times when I am insecure and less than confident. There are times when I feel like I just want to be like everyone else. However its in the moments I stop and look at my life and choices I have made that I am able to see that all along I have been true to myself. I have recently had the epiphany that this can't be said by everyone. I am so lucky to know who I am. I am Blair Pettijohn. I am everything I am, everything I have been, and everything I will become. I have a foundation that does not move based on location or company. I wanted to give thanks for the sense of self that I was given by my Father in Heaven, my family, and good friends. Thank you for always allowing me embrace the girl that I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, boys................ they stink. boo. For the time being anyway. &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/8236056067818912390-5338509162240602199?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/5338509162240602199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=5338509162240602199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5338509162240602199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5338509162240602199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/10/lessons-foundations-and-boys.html' title='lessons, foundations, and boys'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TLYDjUAThrI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LCYQGUfXYi4/s72-c/DSC_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-1738877668801578076</id><published>2010-09-28T16:41:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T16:50:03.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to be inspired.  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TKKMFaD56rI/AAAAAAAAAsI/pUT_qJAeTU8/s1600/summer+672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522130117632584370" style="WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TKKMFaD56rI/AAAAAAAAAsI/pUT_qJAeTU8/s400/summer+672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to want something so bad that I can feel it in my bones. I want to work so hard that my creation is art.......... What inspires you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TKKMFaD56rI/AAAAAAAAAsI/pUT_qJAeTU8/s1600/summer+672.JPG"&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/8236056067818912390-1738877668801578076?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/1738877668801578076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=1738877668801578076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1738877668801578076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1738877668801578076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/09/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TKKMFaD56rI/AAAAAAAAAsI/pUT_qJAeTU8/s72-c/summer+672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-5205757598105900859</id><published>2010-09-26T13:08:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T13:13:52.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think that I was meant to experience all the things I have experienced in my live just so I could be ready.......to love and to be loved by  you.&lt;br /&gt;-Constance Rentel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted when i first knew you was your smile.&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted later was your encouragement, your gentle caresses, your positive approach, your love.&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted, too, was your approval, your pride, your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted all along......was you.&lt;br /&gt;-Michael Mulvena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the only person in the world that was ever necessary to me.&lt;br /&gt;-Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-5205757598105900859?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/5205757598105900859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=5205757598105900859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5205757598105900859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5205757598105900859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-2233622319771933821</id><published>2010-09-24T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:05:17.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up By Ingrid Michaelson</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hs5PjSn1-iI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hs5PjSn1-iI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aww Ingrid, I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-2233622319771933821?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/2233622319771933821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=2233622319771933821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2233622319771933821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2233622319771933821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/09/giving-up-by-ingrid-michaelson.html' title='Giving Up By Ingrid Michaelson'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-5114040904691098942</id><published>2010-09-17T12:43:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T17:21:25.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant Veggies, Dresses, and my Darlings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is full of the good stuff. Sometimes we forget just how much of the good stuff there really is. I go to play in Utah this last weekend. Oh the joy the joy. I played with so many of the people that I love. I wish I had had more time to see everyone. I got to help one of my very best friends pick out a wedding dress. I loved it. I think mostly because I love love, and Andrea has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;radiating&lt;/span&gt; it lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also got to play with my darling girls from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SunnySide&lt;/span&gt;. It is so funny how we all have grown and changed. We are all in very different places in our lives. Some of us have homes with lots of babies, while others are rocking the single life trying to make sense of school and life. The thing is even with the contrast in life stages we are all the same girls who became best friends. There is an understanding and acceptance that I don't think comes along very often. I miss them while I am away. I miss laughing the way I do when I am with them. I miss they way they think I am funny. I miss having my best friends across the hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then there is miss Layne. She kills me. I love her very very much. She puts me at ease the same way my girls from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sunny side&lt;/span&gt; do. From the day I met Layne I felt I could just be me. Layne says we are life friends. The friends that will be friends our whole lives if you didn't catch that from the title. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; I am a groupie. Sure I am a groupie for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boyz&lt;/span&gt; II Men, and that is mildly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; but its one more thing crossed off my life list. I first saw the band at the Alaska state fair with Anya and Muriel, but lucky for me they are doing a tour with state fairs across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt; so they were in Utah while I was there too. AWESOME. Are you wondering if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Boyz&lt;/span&gt; II Men pass out roses at their concerts? Because they do. A side story from the AK concert. Anya and I were rocking out to one of their songs. I mean really jamming (I told you I was a groupie). When all of a sudden an Alaskan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt; comes up to me and tells me, "Wow you really have some moves. Can you show me some of those?" Not an ounce of sarcasm coming from her. I was dying laughing. No one should ever take notes from my dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TJPUOZbcC6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/W7CUHlqf0Aw/s1600/summer+797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517987312268217250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TJPUOZbcC6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/W7CUHlqf0Aw/s320/summer+797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TJPUN7Z3kCI/AAAAAAAAAr4/UzhBDa3WOio/s1600/summer+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517987304208568354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TJPUN7Z3kCI/AAAAAAAAAr4/UzhBDa3WOio/s320/summer+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TJPUNSD8l8I/AAAAAAAAArw/BOc3NFefl-M/s1600/summer+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517987293110769602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TJPUNSD8l8I/AAAAAAAAArw/BOc3NFefl-M/s320/summer+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TJPUNB6iK5I/AAAAAAAAAro/sgihQrc5tsA/s1600/summer+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517987288776321938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TJPUNB6iK5I/AAAAAAAAAro/sgihQrc5tsA/s320/summer+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TJPTw732VkI/AAAAAAAAArg/G83XOCKDRog/s1600/summer+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517986806118110786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TJPTw732VkI/AAAAAAAAArg/G83XOCKDRog/s320/summer+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TJPTwdUwApI/AAAAAAAAArY/RbiZBvWkFqE/s1600/summer+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517986797917831826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TJPTwdUwApI/AAAAAAAAArY/RbiZBvWkFqE/s320/summer+071.JPG" 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/8236056067818912390-5114040904691098942?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/5114040904691098942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=5114040904691098942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5114040904691098942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5114040904691098942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/09/giant-veggies-dresses-and-my-darlings.html' title='Giant Veggies, Dresses, and my Darlings'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TJPUOZbcC6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/W7CUHlqf0Aw/s72-c/summer+797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-9196014176464373011</id><published>2010-09-01T22:00:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:28:15.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>Life can be so noisy. I never really thought how exhausting sound could be. I went for a run tonight. Just me and my running shoes. No Ipod or running buddy, just me. It was still full of sound. The sound that I miss in my day to day. The sound of the wind in the trees, my feet hitting the pavement, and the sound of me. The voice I think I drown out to often with the sounds of phones, music, and empty words. It was nice to hear what she was thinking. I think she had a lot she had been trying to say. Tonight during my quite run I was able to sort through all the thoughts that have been racing through my head. That have been so loud these past couple of weeks. I am grateful for the quite that has settled over me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preggers (Don't worry not me:)&lt;br /&gt;Natalie and Calvin&lt;br /&gt;39 cent ice cream&lt;br /&gt;phone calls with friends&lt;br /&gt;quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low lights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of work&lt;br /&gt;forgetting&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;snot nose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-9196014176464373011?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/9196014176464373011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=9196014176464373011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/9196014176464373011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/9196014176464373011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/09/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-2737025752797954139</id><published>2010-08-30T12:11:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:51:38.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parental Control</title><content type='html'>I hate dating. I am 26 and I am still at it. I guess it does provide a good story or two and so I will continue. This weekend I went out with the most attractive boy I think I have ever dated. He is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;. When I first met him I thought to my self, self why is this boy not taken. Even if he was dumb as a rock I would still marry him based on his hotness. A minor disclaimer I am not always so shallow. He is really that good looking.&lt;br /&gt;It all clicked last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night. I was at his house getting ready to watch a movie with Mr. Hotness when his mom came down to watch the movie with us. Yep with other seating options she decided to sit right down next to us on the love seat made for two. Picture three grown adults watching a movie together on a small love seat. If that just isn't plain uncomfortable how are you really suppose to cuddle for the first time with someones mom sitting on the other side of your dreamboat. You can't it's awkward. I am pretty sure that was the point, but really?&lt;br /&gt;This is when I became grateful for my mom who was never one to hover. My mom would call to my brother as he walked out the door for a date, "keep your pecker in your pants". Largely as a joke but it got the point across. I love my parents parenting style. They gave us a solid foundation and let us run with it. We are here to make our own choices. Especially now that I am an adult. So here is my one request to all of my blog readers out there (both of you), when the day comes that your children begin to date please do not sit on the love seat with them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; date. It's uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;On another note I have been feeling more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;domestic&lt;/span&gt; lately. I have made Jam, home made whole wheat pancakes, and a pasta feast of delight. It is a recent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;resolution&lt;/span&gt; of mine to cook a meal once a week. I figure start small and move forward. Rachael Ray didn't become Rachael Ray over night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/THwmr8xZjnI/AAAAAAAAArQ/3o451yqsxFo/s1600/006%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511322580484198002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/THwmr8xZjnI/AAAAAAAAArQ/3o451yqsxFo/s320/006%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a picture of the berries I picked for my homemade jam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-2737025752797954139?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/2737025752797954139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=2737025752797954139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2737025752797954139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2737025752797954139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/08/parental-control.html' title='Parental Control'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/THwmr8xZjnI/AAAAAAAAArQ/3o451yqsxFo/s72-c/006%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-1752869718385133388</id><published>2010-08-18T23:56:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:54:08.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rolling stones and garlic</title><content type='html'>Just a thought. When will the urge to run stop? I have been trying to stop. What is it inside of my body that screams MOVE!! I want to see the flowers in Sydney, Moscow, and Rio. I wan to taste, see, and smell everything they have to offer. Why can't I have the desire to stay, to nest. I want to want to buy furniture and to paint. I want to buy dishes and rugs knowing I am going to stay in the same place for years to come. I have been here a year and I love my life. I know that the flowers are beautiful here. The most beautiful in the world. I know how it smells here, I know what it sounds like and what it tastes like. I know I enjoy it. Why would I ever leave it? Why would my feet start moving? Why won't I buy the dishes? I dont know? I think its time to put rocks in my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book store with my mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography with Layne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icecream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brachetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-1752869718385133388?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/1752869718385133388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=1752869718385133388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1752869718385133388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1752869718385133388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/08/rolling-stones-and-garlic.html' title='rolling stones and garlic'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-3135872199586612416</id><published>2010-08-16T00:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:36:30.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Conversation</title><content type='html'>Let me put this right out there, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pettijohn's&lt;/span&gt; are not the formalist of clans. Sunday dinners are normally served on paper plates buffet style. To name a few of our misgivings we are loud and talk with our mouths open, we hardly ever eat our salads, and we don't have any issues with making a reach for the salt and pepper shakers. One might think, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eesh&lt;/span&gt; what is with these folks". To be honest I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; that my self a time or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I however have come to realize that this is us. Our family dinners are one of the things I love most. I love the on going conversation that makes me laugh so hard I cry and my mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squeal&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hysteria&lt;/span&gt;. I love the inappropriate conversation topics. I love the stories told around the table of the most incredible or not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;note able&lt;/span&gt; week. I love the food that is made with an entire family of hands. I love that dinner is more than a time we eat but a time to reconnect as a family.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pettijohn's&lt;/span&gt; table will never be confused with the Ray's, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Stewart's&lt;/span&gt;, or Puck's, but it is our table. A table filled with not just the whole wheat pancakes or sweet and sour chicken that so often fills the space but a table filled with the joy, laughter, and love of a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-3135872199586612416?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/3135872199586612416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=3135872199586612416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3135872199586612416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3135872199586612416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/08/dinner-conversation.html' title='Dinner Conversation'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-4892416554693236000</id><published>2010-08-12T09:12:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T09:29:23.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A list of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dca4j1yRFDQ/SCQ4FXDvP6I/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZAm7nNHbgGA/s400/Peter%252520Pan.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://returntothecrib.blogspot.com/2009/10/peter-pan-syndrome.html&amp;amp;h=386&amp;amp;w=305&amp;amp;sz=7&amp;amp;tbnid=6QyYJM3YemTHlM:&amp;amp;tbnh=253&amp;amp;tbnw=200&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpictures%2Bof%2Bpeter%2Bpan&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;usg=__x4T85jjfP65Mq-yxwmmVRYqj9X0=&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=DC9kTN2FJ5GUjAfl--20CQ&amp;amp;ved=0CBsQ9QEwAA"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so I feel like crap this morning. I am a grouch, and I can't get out of the funk I am in. I have had 3 days off and I am still not feeling refreshed. What is this. So I thought I would make a list of what makes me happy. Hopefully this works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing, My family, the 1980's, old friends and new one's, feeling my heart beat after a run, being right, eating when I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt;, sleeping when I am exhausted, laughing so hard i cry, swimming, reading a good book, photography, love, the heater on high, camping, the mountains, music, getting my hair done, accomplishing something I have been working hard on, learning something new, winning, comforting a friend, fat kid parties, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whitney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Houston&lt;/span&gt;, feeling the spirit, baking, fishing, hiking, sunsets, getting flowers, getting dirty, kissing, hugs, getting my teeth cleaned, climbing into clean sheets with shaved legs, boys, new socks, sweats, being told I am pretty, service, sleeping in, naps in the sun, sun bathing, star gazing, games, babies, and long drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the things that make me happy. I guess I better try to see the glass half full. As Peter Pan says think of a happy thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-4892416554693236000?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/4892416554693236000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=4892416554693236000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4892416554693236000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4892416554693236000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/08/list-of-happiness.html' title='A list of happiness'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-6055869510048697572</id><published>2010-08-10T23:29:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:34:03.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Highlights of 26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt; from my girls at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.Cake concert, I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rockstars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.T-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rese&lt;/span&gt; coming to Alaska fill my life with joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.kayak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.welding an ax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.apple turn overs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.perfect camping spots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.sparkler pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.long drives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.licking sea life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.drinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;glacier&lt;/span&gt; water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.sleeping in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hatchers&lt;/span&gt; pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.the bake shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.fat kid parties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.80's theme birthday parties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.crimping stations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.family love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.best birthday week ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TGJcFK469xI/AAAAAAAAArA/aedv4vL8OPc/s1600/summer+602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504062938492368658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TGJcFK469xI/AAAAAAAAArA/aedv4vL8OPc/s320/summer+602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TGJcEYrDwEI/AAAAAAAAAqw/6VuKSqo72uc/s1600/summer+723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504062925012451394" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TGJXU7zRvvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/j40FARIiLdI/s200/summer+704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504055337712585346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TGJVKvxzioI/AAAAAAAAApw/fNEZemTp4ZU/s200/summer+623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504055339947552418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TGJVK4GqbqI/AAAAAAAAAp4/laT1CvfC01c/s200/summer+610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504055326831717570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TGJVKHPmrMI/AAAAAAAAApo/KGAHipwg26s/s200/summer+608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TGJSTN6zM9I/AAAAAAAAApg/99TtKOmqP3Q/s1600/summer+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504052184707445714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TGJSTN6zM9I/AAAAAAAAApg/99TtKOmqP3Q/s200/summer+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TGJSSvalb2I/AAAAAAAAApY/5TVHxcc-uK8/s1600/summer+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504052176519262050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TGJSSvalb2I/AAAAAAAAApY/5TVHxcc-uK8/s200/summer+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TGJSSPiYIfI/AAAAAAAAApQ/BTzRODXA3yw/s1600/summer+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504052167962010098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TGJSSPiYIfI/AAAAAAAAApQ/BTzRODXA3yw/s200/summer+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-6055869510048697572?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/6055869510048697572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=6055869510048697572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6055869510048697572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6055869510048697572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/08/26-so-far.html' title='26 so far'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TGJcFK469xI/AAAAAAAAArA/aedv4vL8OPc/s72-c/summer+602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-8404799149421527263</id><published>2010-07-21T21:43:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:13:49.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TEfg1SPGf2I/AAAAAAAAApI/xWtdtLWDOds/s1600/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496609076261846882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TEfg1SPGf2I/AAAAAAAAApI/xWtdtLWDOds/s400/DSC_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times when your chest seems heavy. It is harder to breath and your emotions run down your face because you just don't know what else to do with them. Yesterday was just one of those times. It is in those moments of burden that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; grateful for the gifts from the savior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mat 11:28-30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.&lt;br /&gt;29Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.&lt;br /&gt;30For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that through the savior all things are possible. I know that the sick can be healed and that we can find peace and comfort. Each and everyone of us can be made whole through our savior Jesus Christ. I don't share often enough how lucky I am to have brothers who love me. I am blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-8404799149421527263?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/8404799149421527263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=8404799149421527263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/8404799149421527263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/8404799149421527263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/07/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TEfg1SPGf2I/AAAAAAAAApI/xWtdtLWDOds/s72-c/DSC_0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-2711353582573410942</id><published>2010-07-16T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:49:55.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I heart photo club. It has really evolved from people sitting in my living room talking about how maybe we should have a club to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;legit&lt;/span&gt; photo club. Yesterday we got together and talked about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aperture, w&lt;/span&gt;e discussed our photos from this last week (which were amazing), and I learned how to work my camera a bit better. My camera is incredible. I am only sad that I didn't know how to work it earlier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Something I love about photography is that it is art. It is someones interpretation of the world. I love that it gives depth to the subject and insight into the photographer. My mom says that there are always two people in a picture. The subject and the photographer. Lately I have really felt this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Photo club is also amazing because it gives me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;out lit&lt;/span&gt; to be creative. My job is very right brained. This gives me a reason to get out and document the beauty of my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECNg155FGI/AAAAAAAAApA/tS5XK97kp1M/s1600/summer+200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494547140757230690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECNg155FGI/AAAAAAAAApA/tS5XK97kp1M/s320/summer+200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECNfhkGhnI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Csui-h1pmTg/s1600/summer+188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494547118117258866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECNfhkGhnI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Csui-h1pmTg/s320/summer+188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECNgBfoU9I/AAAAAAAAAow/8sjRWvyKtd0/s1600/summer+190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494547126688437202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECNgBfoU9I/AAAAAAAAAow/8sjRWvyKtd0/s320/summer+190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECM23EvubI/AAAAAAAAAoY/5Ib9Z9ytFeQ/s1600/summer+184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494546419516684722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECM23EvubI/AAAAAAAAAoY/5Ib9Z9ytFeQ/s320/summer+184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECM3UbuHxI/AAAAAAAAAog/GmYniPrdYI4/s1600/summer+187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494546427397676818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECM3UbuHxI/AAAAAAAAAog/GmYniPrdYI4/s320/summer+187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECM2uO2X5I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/fAiFLjjO6ZY/s1600/summer+181.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494546417143144338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECM2uO2X5I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/fAiFLjjO6ZY/s320/summer+181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECNgcyVwrI/AAAAAAAAAo4/lLFqrs97l8w/s1600/summer+198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494547134014669490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECNgcyVwrI/AAAAAAAAAo4/lLFqrs97l8w/s320/summer+198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECM2NsWVAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/-Uvl5KC-RLE/s1600/summer+179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494546408408503298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECM2NsWVAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/-Uvl5KC-RLE/s320/summer+179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECM16mFgmI/AAAAAAAAAoA/jx-1tl6o91s/s1600/summer+168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494546403281961570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECM16mFgmI/AAAAAAAAAoA/jx-1tl6o91s/s320/summer+168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-2711353582573410942?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/2711353582573410942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=2711353582573410942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2711353582573410942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2711353582573410942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/07/photo-club.html' title='Photo Club'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TECNg155FGI/AAAAAAAAApA/tS5XK97kp1M/s72-c/summer+200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-926325082529480866</id><published>2010-07-15T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:05:23.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where can I turn for peace?</title><content type='html'>Where can I turn for peace?Where is my solaceWhen other sources cease to make me whole?When with a wounded heart, anger, or malice,I draw myself apart,Searching my soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where, when my aching grows,Where, when I languish,Where, in my need to know, where can I run?Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?Who, who can understand?He, only One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answers privately,Reaches my reachingIn my Gethsemane, Savior and Friend.Gentle the peace he finds for my beseeching.Constant he is and kind,Love without end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-926325082529480866?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/926325082529480866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=926325082529480866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/926325082529480866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/926325082529480866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-can-i-turn-for-peace.html' title='Where can I turn for peace?'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-5248546864494430197</id><published>2010-07-13T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:58:27.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother Lanse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lanse's&lt;/span&gt; hair today. It was getting kinda long and past the point of attractive. I am part of a photography club and in return for the hair cut I made him be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;model&lt;/span&gt;. After all I believe it was the famous Gordon Light who said, " Your brother looks like he should be in people magazine. Who's body is hotter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lanse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pettijohn's&lt;/span&gt; or Orlando Bloom?" He is a great big brother and I love him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. I thought I would give a shout out to all big brothers. Hey big brothers you are AMAZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TD1sC0vV-0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/KDNgzetX8ds/s1600/lanse+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493665916234627906" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TD1sC0vV-0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/KDNgzetX8ds/s400/lanse+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TD1sCfBpHlI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-3I4O8CQWg4/s1600/summer+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493665910405799506" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TD1sCfBpHlI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-3I4O8CQWg4/s400/summer+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TD1sB-cr1PI/AAAAAAAAAno/8T-fKFfwn4s/s1600/lanse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493665901660853490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TD1sB-cr1PI/AAAAAAAAAno/8T-fKFfwn4s/s400/lanse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8236056067818912390-5248546864494430197?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/5248546864494430197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=5248546864494430197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5248546864494430197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5248546864494430197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-brother-lanse.html' title='My brother Lanse'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TD1sC0vV-0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/KDNgzetX8ds/s72-c/lanse+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-8209397656152947183</id><published>2010-07-13T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T15:52:46.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just a drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some days its good to just get in the car and drive. Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; was one of those days. Layne, Gordon, Cody, and myself just drove. The sun was out and my soul was free. There are times when you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; scars will never heal. That the hole in your hear will never be filled. I can tell you that they do. Time heals all. Peace will once again be in your heart and you will move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz6LUv3MxI/AAAAAAAAAng/q79TCRGxCds/s1600/summer+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493540717940126482" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz6LUv3MxI/AAAAAAAAAng/q79TCRGxCds/s320/summer+129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz465eY9bI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9teM3eNTS8Y/s1600/summer+124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493539336229549490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz465eY9bI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9teM3eNTS8Y/s320/summer+124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz46txGr5I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/A2qjIo6zuJw/s1600/summer+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493539333086818194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz46txGr5I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/A2qjIo6zuJw/s320/summer+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz45-EVByI/AAAAAAAAAnI/bsu4EHk3xtM/s1600/summer+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493539320282548002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz45-EVByI/AAAAAAAAAnI/bsu4EHk3xtM/s320/summer+102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz45pqoZyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/zSDDZyV50CM/s1600/summer+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493539314806056738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz45pqoZyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/zSDDZyV50CM/s320/summer+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz45AEGcMI/AAAAAAAAAm4/tCBl1FGs10M/s1600/summer+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493539303638593730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz45AEGcMI/AAAAAAAAAm4/tCBl1FGs10M/s320/summer+115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jumping pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz4E7SQPnI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AW4okyqSNDw/s1600/summer+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493538409002581618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz4E7SQPnI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AW4okyqSNDw/s200/summer+110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz4ETb6m0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/Wla6EmAD7Os/s1600/summer+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493538398305688386" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz4ETb6m0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/Wla6EmAD7Os/s200/summer+113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz4D8Pf-1I/AAAAAAAAAmg/EoV3oOBDyDg/s1600/summer+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493538392079596370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz4D8Pf-1I/AAAAAAAAAmg/EoV3oOBDyDg/s200/summer+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz4DpsV44I/AAAAAAAAAmY/4pCJUJVTa0E/s1600/summer+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493538387100296066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz4DpsV44I/AAAAAAAAAmY/4pCJUJVTa0E/s200/summer+122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8236056067818912390-8209397656152947183?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/8209397656152947183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=8209397656152947183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/8209397656152947183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/8209397656152947183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-just-drive.html' title='Not just a drive'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDz6LUv3MxI/AAAAAAAAAng/q79TCRGxCds/s72-c/summer+129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-2268674002392446458</id><published>2010-07-08T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:02:14.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Of Horses - No One's Gonna Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/cuZo7pLnL7c/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cuZo7pLnL7c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cuZo7pLnL7c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Band of Horses was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recommendation&lt;/span&gt; from a friend.  I should have known I was going to love them the second I saw their rocking beards. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-2268674002392446458?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/2268674002392446458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=2268674002392446458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2268674002392446458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2268674002392446458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/07/band-of-horses-no-ones-gonna-love-you.html' title='Band Of Horses - No One&apos;s Gonna Love You'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-1633465848412863505</id><published>2010-07-01T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T15:32:13.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I started a photography club. I need a catchy name but I can't think of one. Any thoughts???? Today's theme is Luck. I guess I started out pretty literal. You gotta love finding a penny face up. Next time I will try to think a little more out of the box. As far as the club it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;entails&lt;/span&gt; printing off our pictures and talk about them and how they could be better ( lighting, composition, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;.). I think maybe we will discuss little photography tricks each meeting too. I am not sure. It is all still pretty new. I also think I am going to start a blog so all of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lovey's&lt;/span&gt; who are far away can be in the club too. I am not sure how to do that but consider it in the works. I am really looking forward to having to be creative. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TC0iJBzql_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/Chg1QCeE71E/s1600/summer+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489081059333806066" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TC0iJBzql_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/Chg1QCeE71E/s400/summer+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TC0iIrkkgwI/AAAAAAAAAjk/fjz6ge0I5Ao/s1600/summer+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489081053364912898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TC0iIrkkgwI/AAAAAAAAAjk/fjz6ge0I5Ao/s400/summer+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TC0iIBIA_6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/_VVhnNk1Diw/s1600/summer+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489081041970855842" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TC0iIBIA_6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/_VVhnNk1Diw/s400/summer+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-1633465848412863505?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/1633465848412863505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=1633465848412863505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1633465848412863505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1633465848412863505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/07/lucky-me.html' title='Lucky Me'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TC0iJBzql_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/Chg1QCeE71E/s72-c/summer+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-6890545751849923327</id><published>2010-06-29T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:21:49.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stef and Blair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The oldest friend of the girls I call the best is Stefanie Noelle Farris. She is Amazing, Beautiful, Smart, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ambitious&lt;/span&gt;, Kind, Moral, Athletic, Fun, Adventurous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hilarious&lt;/span&gt; and she thinks I'm funny name a few of her qualities. We have been best friends since the 5t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; grade. Our history goes back to the 1st grade when her hatred for me bloomed from me being to cute and sitting with the 6t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; graders on the back of the bus. It took her some time but she grew out of her hate and came to realize that I really was that cute;) Either that or I wasn't as cute in the 5t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; grade.&lt;br /&gt;She has been around for it all. For the giggles and tears. Stefanie has always loved me just for me. She has seen me at my best and at my worst. Loving me all the while. She has seen me when half my face wasn't working and when I was fat. She was there when we graduated 6t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; grade, 8t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; grade, high school and college. I can call her any time and tell her everything. We pick up where we last left off. Whether we were sitting in her living room yesterday or whether we haven't got around to calling for the last 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;She has an essence of goodness that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emanates&lt;/span&gt; from her. People are attracted to her and her goodness. Stefanie has a sense of self that I admire. She has always had it. Even when figuring out who "Stefanie" was, there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of the soul that she listen to. She has been an example of goodness in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I love her, and I wish she lived closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqR69EN7LI/AAAAAAAAAjU/cEK8uCblMgg/s1600/DSC_9925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488359537915063474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqR69EN7LI/AAAAAAAAAjU/cEK8uCblMgg/s320/DSC_9925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqR6aulKII/AAAAAAAAAjM/MFn3evo70XM/s1600/DSC_9923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488359528697505922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqR6aulKII/AAAAAAAAAjM/MFn3evo70XM/s320/DSC_9923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqR53u81zI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Z0zxi8HWtxg/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488359519303817010" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqR53u81zI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Z0zxi8HWtxg/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqR5AfKLpI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lxv0aB59GrY/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488359504473632402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqR5AfKLpI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lxv0aB59GrY/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqPzoY7oHI/AAAAAAAAAi0/76khEuvydgE/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488357213082460274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqPzoY7oHI/AAAAAAAAAi0/76khEuvydgE/s200/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqPzDA1vBI/AAAAAAAAAis/b9pZEFH8TGo/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488357203049298962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqPzDA1vBI/AAAAAAAAAis/b9pZEFH8TGo/s200/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqOkFUfpEI/AAAAAAAAAik/yemnKBzZcTg/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488355846458942530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqOkFUfpEI/AAAAAAAAAik/yemnKBzZcTg/s200/DSC_0007.JPG" 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/8236056067818912390-6890545751849923327?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/6890545751849923327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=6890545751849923327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6890545751849923327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6890545751849923327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/06/stef-and-blair.html' title='Stef and Blair'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCqR69EN7LI/AAAAAAAAAjU/cEK8uCblMgg/s72-c/DSC_9925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-1968930212796056770</id><published>2010-06-28T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T16:04:59.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summers Night</title><content type='html'>I went on my first casting trip of the summer. I would say fishing but we got skunked. There were oodles of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; but about 5 fish on the Russian river this weekend. I can say however, that I had an amazing time. I love Alaskan summers, I love the people I got to play with, and I love being outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that when I am out side I feel the most complete, the most myself. This weekend I got to be completely me. The girl with her hair a mess and dirt between her toes. Normally during the work week I am clean and pressed. Well, as clean and pressed as I can be. I try to be professional and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;efficient&lt;/span&gt;. It takes a lot to be something that isn't as natural to you. This weekend I was free to be just the girl with messy hair. My soul took it in like a big drink of water. It was a weekend I will treasure and one that will carry me on to the next big drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;summa&lt;/span&gt; girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCp1a5yPrNI/AAAAAAAAAiM/MPNQP-F88Tk/s1600/summer+233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488328200952982738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCp1a5yPrNI/AAAAAAAAAiM/MPNQP-F88Tk/s400/summer+233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lansey&lt;/span&gt; and "I know what you mean Vern" taking pics. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vern's&lt;/span&gt; face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCp1afD22DI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3N-yI8FCSVM/s1600/summer+231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488328193779095602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCp1afD22DI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3N-yI8FCSVM/s400/summer+231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCp1Z3kw7bI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DqNJq2l6quw/s1600/summer+258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488328183179701682" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCp1Z3kw7bI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DqNJq2l6quw/s400/summer+258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me no where close to water showing off my new fishing pole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCp1Za7qgVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mMG32BtcIvg/s1600/summer+220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488328175491121490" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCp1Za7qgVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mMG32BtcIvg/s400/summer+220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My newest buddy Ash and the queen of fun her self The Miss Jody Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCk_xPNaFhI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ORBTM0PtSLQ/s1600/summer+245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487987736056567314" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCk_xPNaFhI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ORBTM0PtSLQ/s400/summer+245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dearest Layne and the best beach fire of all time. Thanks Boyd!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCk_K499iaI/AAAAAAAAAhc/XjhIRSaty2w/s1600/summer+265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487987077251172770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCk_K499iaI/AAAAAAAAAhc/XjhIRSaty2w/s400/summer+265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best camping spot I never camped at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                     &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCjw-oVQzTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/2Kea81CV1Es/s1600/summer+271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487901104720104754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCjw-oVQzTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/2Kea81CV1Es/s400/summer+271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layne and I are super artsy...........kinda. The real beauty in our creation is the whale's blowhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCjw9r-13LI/AAAAAAAAAhE/zMnm06dM_vI/s1600/summer+244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487901088519937202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCjw9r-13LI/AAAAAAAAAhE/zMnm06dM_vI/s400/summer+244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling brother fishing the Russian river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCjw9Amg2gI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Aj_2FbEI9k8/s1600/summer+226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487901076875172354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCjw9Amg2gI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Aj_2FbEI9k8/s400/summer+226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My studly brother and myself. It is only recently that I have realized the man my brother has become. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fiercely&lt;/span&gt; loyal, steadfast, and just darn cute. He has an ease about him that I love. I feel so blessed to know that there is someone who knows my roots and appreciates my fruits. He is someone I know will always be on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCjw8maDFHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/cWDk6a1iwtI/s1600/summer+230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487901069843567730" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCjw8maDFHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/cWDk6a1iwtI/s400/summer+230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-1968930212796056770?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/1968930212796056770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=1968930212796056770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1968930212796056770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1968930212796056770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/06/summers-night.html' title='A Summers Night'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TCp1a5yPrNI/AAAAAAAAAiM/MPNQP-F88Tk/s72-c/summer+233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-3985640187562628420</id><published>2010-06-16T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T08:22:49.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A balloon for Layne</title><content type='html'>I just felt like posting some pics of my good friend Layne and I. We had a fabulous reunion after a year and a half mission for Layne. We honored the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; with a balloon release. I love that girl. Also I attached a quote that speaks to my soul. I thought it would be appropriate for miss Layne as well. &lt;p&gt;I could not have known then that everybody, every person has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. The seasons remind me that i must keep changing and I want to change because it is God's way. All my life I've been changing. Everybody has to change or they expire. Everybody has to leave their home and come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bac&lt;/span&gt;...k so they can love it again for all new reasons. And so my prayer is that your story will have involved some leaving and some coming home, some summer and some winter, some roses blooming out like children in a play. My hope is your story will be about changing, about getting something beautiful born inside of you, about learning to love a woman or a man, about learning to love a child, about moving yourself around water, around mountains, around friends, about learning to love others more than we love ourselves. ...It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to repeat one word for you: Leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We get one story, you and I, and one story alone...and you will not be alone. You will never be alone. Don't worry everything will still be here when you get back, it is you who will have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TBlLGN5PIpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QQs2JntNUIg/s1600/Bachlorette+party+281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483496591481315986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TBlLGN5PIpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QQs2JntNUIg/s400/Bachlorette+party+281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TBlLFzuIroI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fDGvevGoKhU/s1600/Bachlorette+party+282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483496584455433858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TBlLFzuIroI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fDGvevGoKhU/s400/Bachlorette+party+282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TBlLFSEVAFI/AAAAAAAAAgc/-GJu_FcVT8Q/s1600/Bachlorette+party+285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483496575421710418" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TBlLFSEVAFI/AAAAAAAAAgc/-GJu_FcVT8Q/s400/Bachlorette+party+285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TBlLE6sNDcI/AAAAAAAAAgU/y8WUBvKPZCc/s1600/Bachlorette+party+283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483496569146510786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TBlLE6sNDcI/AAAAAAAAAgU/y8WUBvKPZCc/s400/Bachlorette+party+283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TBlKFVob6LI/AAAAAAAAAgM/v4oh_b-Fgnw/s1600/Bachlorette+party+287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483495476866836658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TBlKFVob6LI/AAAAAAAAAgM/v4oh_b-Fgnw/s400/Bachlorette+party+287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-3985640187562628420?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/3985640187562628420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=3985640187562628420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3985640187562628420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3985640187562628420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/06/balloon-for-layne.html' title='A balloon for Layne'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TBlLGN5PIpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QQs2JntNUIg/s72-c/Bachlorette+party+281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-3922441101279779722</id><published>2010-04-20T15:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:18:06.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please forgive me Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once upon a time I lived in a place called Utah. I lived there for a long 5 years. The day I graduated college was the day I popped in the car and never looked back. When I left Utah I  NEVER thought I would miss it, and I haven't..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; this weekend. I love Utah. I love the sun and the people and the memories. I love that you can go running outside and not worry about being molested. I love that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; is a cool thing to do. I love that I can walk down the street and know that 2 out of 3 hot boys are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;datable&lt;/span&gt;. I love that you can hop in a car and 4 hours you will be in Vegas and in 8 you could be in California. So I will say it. I have missed you Utah.                                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S844s9TR7sI/AAAAAAAAAek/ww8rCNkYeuw/s1600/utah+10%27+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462365743067819714" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S844s9TR7sI/AAAAAAAAAek/ww8rCNkYeuw/s400/utah+10%27+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="gl_spell" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rease&lt;/span&gt;, Sharon, and I at the Tulip festival in Utah. Nothing says I am happy to be at the tulip festival like sticking your head in a tulip cutout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                             &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S844sbvz7uI/AAAAAAAAAec/4ZRXmNLdVG0/s1600/utah+10%27+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462365734060682978" style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S844sbvz7uI/AAAAAAAAAec/4ZRXmNLdVG0/s400/utah+10%27+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A delightful meal with the ladies of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paradise&lt;/span&gt; minus Lani and Kate. I knew I loved these girls but I forgot just how much. They are A-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mazing&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S842mhO_giI/AAAAAAAAAeM/jyk5n7qP1Xw/s1600/utah+10%27+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462363433431171618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S842mhO_giI/AAAAAAAAAeM/jyk5n7qP1Xw/s200/utah+10%27+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S842l7AnPkI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qyDy9laIzkU/s1600/utah+10%27+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462363423170313794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S842l7AnPkI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qyDy9laIzkU/s200/utah+10%27+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S842lPbOsOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/YoFdpu1bTBQ/s1600/utah+10%27+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462363411470790882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S842lPbOsOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/YoFdpu1bTBQ/s200/utah+10%27+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is why we are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S8417gVq9XI/AAAAAAAAAds/ir6ZnM_sFrk/s1600/utah+10%27+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462362694456374642" style="WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S8417gVq9XI/AAAAAAAAAds/ir6ZnM_sFrk/s400/utah+10%27+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hugging the land I once spit on;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S842mPcaMFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/HnNsrGsKK_Q/s1600/utah+10%27+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-3922441101279779722?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/3922441101279779722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=3922441101279779722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3922441101279779722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3922441101279779722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/04/please-forgive-me-utah.html' title='Please forgive me Utah'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S844s9TR7sI/AAAAAAAAAek/ww8rCNkYeuw/s72-c/utah+10%27+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-8616346487486826328</id><published>2010-03-22T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:23:09.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the next 5 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S6hFv8hwqYI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4bnEbnjvdLk/s1600-h/trip+to+the+banks+249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451684038935882114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S6hFv8hwqYI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4bnEbnjvdLk/s320/trip+to+the+banks+249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I took a road trip with my friend Muriel this past weekend. It was amazing. We rocked our tie dye sweat shirts the whole time. Nothing could make me happier. So on our 6 hour cruise to the banks we played the game "where do you see your self in 5 years". The funny thing is I took a road trip and played this very same game 5 years ago. What I realized upon reflection was that the road of life doesn't always go where we think it is going to. I remember my predictions. I said I would be graduated from college and married to a boy I met in school. I spoke of the likely hood of pregnancy if not motherhood (silly me). I saw myself in the Midwest while he was in dental school. Isn't this just the dream of every young naive Mormon girl. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself in an alternate reality. I did graduate from college. Ill be it single but I did graduate with a degree. I am working hard at a job I love, childless (no tears here). I live in Alaska close to my family and roots. I tasted the divinity of travel and I have had an opportunity to firm up my foundation. Life is not at all where I thought it would be but I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;Upon further reflection I realized a dormant gratitude. I have been so very blessed. I was overwhelmed with the love of my heavenly father and his generosity. He has given me every opportunity to grow in to a woman. The road of life may not have taken me to domestic ville but I trust that where ever it leads me I will be happy. This was a little testament to me that my vision is limited to my own expectation of myself and that the Lord has a perspective of my eternal potential.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-8616346487486826328?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/8616346487486826328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=8616346487486826328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/8616346487486826328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/8616346487486826328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-next-5-years.html' title='In the next 5 years'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S6hFv8hwqYI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4bnEbnjvdLk/s72-c/trip+to+the+banks+249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-9130151191064197210</id><published>2010-02-13T20:41:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:00:56.155-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life takes turns when you least expect them. All you can do is trust in the Lord. He knows us. He knows what we can handle and what will make us better. He loves me. He loves my family. He loves every one of his children. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;infinite&lt;/span&gt; love continually amazes me. The Lord never leaves my side. I find my peace in him. I am blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-9130151191064197210?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/9130151191064197210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=9130151191064197210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/9130151191064197210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/9130151191064197210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-takes-turns-when-you-least-expect.html' title=''/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-5144739872146664198</id><published>2010-02-01T15:01:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:03:05.293-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The queen was wiser than we give her credit for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S2drhdd6K7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cBDqoKtKwnU/s1600-h/trip+to+san+diego+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433429698035723186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S2drhdd6K7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cBDqoKtKwnU/s320/trip+to+san+diego+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no use trying” said Alice, “One can’t believe impossible things”.“I dare say you haven’t had much practice” said the Queen. “When i was yourage, I always did it for an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as manyas six impossible things before breakfast.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-5144739872146664198?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/5144739872146664198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=5144739872146664198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5144739872146664198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5144739872146664198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/02/queen-was-wiser-than-we-give-her-credit.html' title='The queen was wiser than we give her credit for'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S2drhdd6K7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cBDqoKtKwnU/s72-c/trip+to+san+diego+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-7014741025405867415</id><published>2010-01-27T09:05:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:11:00.806-09:00</updated><title type='text'>K+P+A+B=FUN, FUN, FUN &amp; extrem coolness</title><content type='html'>I heart San Diego. I love the warmth of the sun and the water. I love that you can go running at night and that it is the home of some of my favorite people. I love Alaska and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I could ever leave it but I was tempted this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It was a mother daughter fiesta. Andrea's and my mom are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt; from way back and Andrea and I are pretty tight obviously. It was fun to be a part of that generational friendship. Andrea and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; fight the cosmos when meeting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. Our friendship was in our blood. I love her and wish she lived closer.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; part of the whole trip was when all four of us sprawled out on the bed limbs intertwined. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; matter who's had we were holding or who's leg was draped over ours because no matters who's body part it was we knew we loved that hand or leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S2CM9pry_6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/JYmJ44NZHyQ/s1600-h/trip+to+san+diego+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431496141398278050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S2CM9pry_6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/JYmJ44NZHyQ/s320/trip+to+san+diego+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love jumping pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S2CLLSrUqQI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ksWSSIHAYnE/s1600-h/trip+to+san+diego+368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431494176717187330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S2CLLSrUqQI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ksWSSIHAYnE/s320/trip+to+san+diego+368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S2CKgnAfFwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/vNxzpJ0AMaI/s1600-h/trip+to+san+diego+253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431493443440285442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S2CKgnAfFwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/vNxzpJ0AMaI/s320/trip+to+san+diego+253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S2CHr-XIycI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Igv8Hss1C6U/s1600-h/trip+to+san+diego+347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431490340152986050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S2CHr-XIycI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Igv8Hss1C6U/s320/trip+to+san+diego+347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my bff. I really believe the forever part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S2CA5Qy1irI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Bv8me5gHBIA/s1600-h/trip+to+san+diego+162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431482871857908402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S2CA5Qy1irI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Bv8me5gHBIA/s320/trip+to+san+diego+162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-7014741025405867415?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/7014741025405867415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=7014741025405867415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7014741025405867415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7014741025405867415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/01/kpabfun-fun-fun-extrem-coolness.html' title='K+P+A+B=FUN, FUN, FUN &amp; extrem coolness'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S2CM9pry_6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/JYmJ44NZHyQ/s72-c/trip+to+san+diego+049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-6580771972043437379</id><published>2010-01-08T10:52:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:04:52.239-09:00</updated><title type='text'>A year ago I was here........</title><content type='html'>I miss Thailand! I love my job and being in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alaska&lt;/span&gt;, but I do miss the adventure. Not knowing what the next day was to bring. Or being so excited every night for the next day that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; sleep. I had so much fun on that trip. I got to play in the sun and eat tons of good food. I even got to see a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;taranny&lt;/span&gt; or two. It was everything I had imagined it would be. I just thought I would pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homage&lt;/span&gt; to the best trip of my life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt; South East Asia I will be back some day...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S0eOOzG0FEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dyasxOdlNsw/s1600-h/my+camera+416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424460661079151682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S0eOOzG0FEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dyasxOdlNsw/s320/my+camera+416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8236056067818912390-6580771972043437379?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/6580771972043437379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=6580771972043437379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6580771972043437379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6580771972043437379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-ago-i-was-here.html' title='A year ago I was here........'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/S0eOOzG0FEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dyasxOdlNsw/s72-c/my+camera+416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-2041347789430460970</id><published>2009-12-17T14:55:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:05:03.703-09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions.... To soon??</title><content type='html'>I know I know I am a little early with my resolutions but one of my goals is to be earlier for things. That and flossing. Every year one of my goals is to floss a little more. I wouldn't normally post my resolutions but maybe this will help me stick to them. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals for 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promotion: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BDM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;50 new contractors&lt;br /&gt;Be organized&lt;br /&gt;Contact our current contractor’s bi-weekly&lt;br /&gt;Monthly act. for contractors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay off student Loan&lt;br /&gt;$600/mo. To loan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS:&lt;br /&gt;Be Amazing&lt;br /&gt;Visit one girl a week (Wed??)&lt;br /&gt;Be the best I can be, Personal scripture study, Daily prayer, write in my journal, be kind, love everyone like they need to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Be on top of VT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys:&lt;br /&gt;Put my self out there.&lt;br /&gt;Attend activities&lt;br /&gt;End relationships that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t going any where&lt;br /&gt;Be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work out!&lt;br /&gt;Daily&lt;br /&gt;Run a half this summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me happy???&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Gymnastics, Photography, Snowboarding, Outdoors&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Church&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-2041347789430460970?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/2041347789430460970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=2041347789430460970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2041347789430460970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2041347789430460970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolutions-to-soon.html' title='New Year Resolutions.... To soon??'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-7139139063226730942</id><published>2009-12-14T17:01:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:10:02.160-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Family and Floss</title><content type='html'>I love my family Christmas party and this year was no exception. Below are some pics of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sibs&lt;/span&gt; and I rocking the Christmas spirit.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caitlin&lt;/span&gt; in her green sweater. I was going to wear mine but she called me ahead of time to tell me not to wear my green sweater and that would be embarrassing if I did. What the?! Since when have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pettijohns&lt;/span&gt; really cared if we match. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last picture is of Lindi in her Christmas PJ's. We haven't gone a night with out wearing them since we made the blissful purchase. Unfortunately any time you stretch, turn, or reach you get a killer wedgie. Yet another reason why I love my Christmas PJ's.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are enjoying the Holidays:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sybufk2-zdI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gcmrEMlvu2g/s1600-h/christmas+2+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415277828197240274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sybufk2-zdI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gcmrEMlvu2g/s320/christmas+2+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4 for 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; bad for a sibling pic:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SybuY7WrhiI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5uN3aS709jw/s1600-h/christmas+2+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415277713976690210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SybuY7WrhiI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5uN3aS709jw/s320/christmas+2+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SybuMVUtHWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/NBFklLdwd9Q/s1600-h/christmas+2+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415277497609428322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SybuMVUtHWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/NBFklLdwd9Q/s320/christmas+2+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best butt floss of all time! &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/8236056067818912390-7139139063226730942?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/7139139063226730942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=7139139063226730942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7139139063226730942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7139139063226730942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-and-floss.html' title='Family and Floss'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sybufk2-zdI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gcmrEMlvu2g/s72-c/christmas+2+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-5115703235756515459</id><published>2009-12-07T13:12:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:20:52.193-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Its beginning to feel alot like Christmas:)</title><content type='html'>I love my new roommates (Lindi, Tyler, and Jake)! Lets just say I am part of the family. We all like to embrace our dorky sides. Lindi and I bought matching Christmas pj's to bring a bit of holiday cheer as we decorated for Christmas. I don't think I have ever been so excited to put on an article of clothing. The evening was everything I could hope for Pj's, Christmas decorating, and a little Mariah Carry "All I want for Christmas is you" Playing in the background. Also I wanted to give a special shout out to N'sync. Their Christmas song "Happy Holiday" is a new fav. I love you all and I hope you find the Christmas spirit as enjoyable as I have this year. xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sx1-3TD48ZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/t_6SdocSbE4/s1600-h/christmas+part+1+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621815643697554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sx1-3TD48ZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/t_6SdocSbE4/s320/christmas+part+1+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sx1-wPzpJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/pSbFsyTDt5Q/s1600-h/christmas+part+1+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621694511163282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sx1-wPzpJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/pSbFsyTDt5Q/s320/christmas+part+1+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family photo minus one. Come home soon Jake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sx1-mmOweCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XTTkt2Xg4OE/s1600-h/christmas+part+1+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621528731777058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sx1-mmOweCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XTTkt2Xg4OE/s320/christmas+part+1+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sx1-SqcWpRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7F1IoF6_DYc/s1600-h/christmas+part+1+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621186265163026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sx1-SqcWpRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7F1IoF6_DYc/s320/christmas+part+1+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sx1-IAh2ncI/AAAAAAAAAWI/e5MbsNwnu0w/s1600-h/christmas+part+1+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621003215248834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sx1-IAh2ncI/AAAAAAAAAWI/e5MbsNwnu0w/s320/christmas+part+1+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-5115703235756515459?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/5115703235756515459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=5115703235756515459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5115703235756515459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5115703235756515459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-feel-alot-like.html' title='Its beginning to feel alot like Christmas:)'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sx1-3TD48ZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/t_6SdocSbE4/s72-c/christmas+part+1+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-7275098745238426961</id><published>2009-11-16T15:29:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:42:43.888-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTI1ODQxNzg5ODc3MyZwdD*xMjU4NDE3OTQwMTIzJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmb2Y9MA==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/love/animecoffeelover/bubbles.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i336.photobucket.com/albums/n359/animecoffeelover/bubbles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is about change and growth. It is about stretching who you are now into the person you will become. It is about the pain and joy that comes from these moments. I hate these moments and I love them all a the same time. I cant wait for them to be over because it hurts and yet I savor them because I will not be the same girl at the end of it all. I hope for the growth that will make me the divine creation God intended me to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-7275098745238426961?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/7275098745238426961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=7275098745238426961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7275098745238426961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7275098745238426961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-4473563753024847407</id><published>2009-10-29T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:37:54.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a word or two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;-The Road Less Travelled-&lt;br /&gt;“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveller, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I– I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference”&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“I want a Sunday kind of love, A love to last, past Saturday night,I’d like to know it’s more than love at first sight,I want a Sunday kind of love.&lt;br /&gt;I want a love that’s on the square,Can’t seem to find somebody to care,I’m on a lonely road that leads me nowhere,I need a Sunday kind of love.&lt;br /&gt;I do my Sunday dreaming, and all my Sunday scheming, Every minute, every hour, every day, I’m hoping to discover a certain kind of lover, Who can show me the way.&lt;br /&gt;My arms need someone to enfold,To keep me warm when Mondays are cold,A love for all my life to have and to hold,I want a Sunday kind of love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Etta_James" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ETTA JAMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-4473563753024847407?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/4473563753024847407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=4473563753024847407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4473563753024847407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4473563753024847407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/10/word-or-two.html' title='a word or two'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-7640926454481503410</id><published>2009-10-28T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:22:30.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Oprah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love love love my roommate Bronwyn Patricia Patrick. She is hilarious. For her work Halloween party she decided she wanted to be Oprah. And an amazing Oprah she turned out to be. Before the party she was trying to channel her inner Oprah. She was walking around the house talking about how losing weight changed her life and how it could change mine.  I don't think am doing the situation justice. It was glorious. I hear pictures are worth a thousand words. I posted some pictures so they could do the talking.  Until next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;xo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Blair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SujeB12EkhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/RqzdlrvtL0c/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397808276618646034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SujeB12EkhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/RqzdlrvtL0c/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sujd3aZAqzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/zk4A7_HVbhI/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397808097450306354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Sujd3aZAqzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/zk4A7_HVbhI/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SujdtxaTkII/AAAAAAAAAVw/lFOi2O-Gc50/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397807931831062658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SujdtxaTkII/AAAAAAAAAVw/lFOi2O-Gc50/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am a big fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-7640926454481503410?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/7640926454481503410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=7640926454481503410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7640926454481503410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7640926454481503410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-favorite-oprah.html' title='My favorite Oprah'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SujeB12EkhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/RqzdlrvtL0c/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-6771481587186330624</id><published>2009-10-21T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:01:52.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I heard the best way to become grateful is to be grateful. So here I go. I am grateful for my family. Each and every one of them is unique and dynamic and so so special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa/Pops/Dad/Papa-son/Paps, I love him with my whole heart. He is amazing. My dad is hard working, diligent, quiet, loving, tender, silly, charitable, faithful, and compassionate to name a few of his qualities. He is all of these things in humility. You would never hear my dad saying that he is anything more than Tom. Oh, but he is. He is a husband, father, brother, grandpa, pilot, hunter, wood chopper, patriarch, handyman, and a Christmas light fanatic. He loves me, and I love him. I know he loves me because he scrapes the snow off my car in the middle of winter so I don't have to, I know he loves me because he would take a 30 min trip into town to pick me up from gymnastics every day after he had worked all day, and I know he loves me because he let me drive his nice car while he drove the red rocket.I have learned so much from my papa. I have learned how to love and ask for nothing in return, I have learned fierce loyalty, and I have learned Charity of the purist kind. Most importantly my dad taught me the Ugly Bug Ball. I am grateful for my dad and I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mamacita&lt;/span&gt; as I affectionately call my mom is a pure delight. She knows me better than anyone in the whole world and I like it that way. A lot of people say there mom is their best friend, but my mom is just my mom. A mother daughter relationship is so tender and Divine by nature I would never want to label her as anything but my mom. She is the best hugger in the whole world. She engulfs you in her arms, body to body, squeezes tight and breaths deep. This is the recipe for bliss. She has an amazing gift of making you feel like you are perfect. She will tell you how gorgeous, brilliant and stinking funny you are in a way that makes you believe it. My mom is funny. Her wit will make you laugh so hard that you cry. In these situations when you are dying laughing she will start to laugh and then she will start to cry till she begins to make this high pitched sound that indicates she can't breath because she is laughing so hard. I love that laugh. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have 5 more people to be grateful for. To be continued................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-6771481587186330624?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/6771481587186330624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=6771481587186330624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6771481587186330624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/6771481587186330624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-what-life.html' title='Oh what a life'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-4926146304206224272</id><published>2009-10-12T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:29:08.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pre Game</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; game as we decided to call our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; festivities was amazing. Some pals of mine and I decided to carve pumpkins and have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carmel&lt;/span&gt; apples the other night. Halloween is still aways away but we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help our selves. We rocked it. Only 16 more days till the real deal. I can't wait!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/StOKlnKXg9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/a5Z2zuAHUE8/s1600-h/halloween+pics+09%27+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391805557664875474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/StOKlnKXg9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/a5Z2zuAHUE8/s320/halloween+pics+09%27+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;We had carmel apples....Yumm&lt;/span&gt;. After the apples were covered we still had some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Carmel&lt;/span&gt; left. Obviously we couldn't just let it go to waste. We ate the rest of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;carmel&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;popsicle&lt;/span&gt; sticks. It reminded me of those sugar daddy candies. Does any one remember those? They would last forever and collect lint as you ate them. Maybe that is just me....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/StOKWjHcCGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mjlg_Dwtb7U/s1600-h/halloween+pics+09%27+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391805298880809058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/StOKWjHcCGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mjlg_Dwtb7U/s320/halloween+pics+09%27+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished product. It was the only picture we had as a group with our pumpkins. If I had had another one I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I would have posted this particular picture. I look like a fat kid trying to poo. Why can't I take a normal picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/StOKLrhZ1qI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pI5tjiU43u8/s1600-h/halloween+pics+09%27+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391805112158639778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/StOKLrhZ1qI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pI5tjiU43u8/s320/halloween+pics+09%27+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the witch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/StOJw6A82NI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SqMEjZuY7Rg/s1600-h/halloween+pics+09%27+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391804652192585938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/StOJw6A82NI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SqMEjZuY7Rg/s320/halloween+pics+09%27+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss M and I with our finished products. There has been some question regarding what exactly i carved into my pumpkin. FYI it's a witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-4926146304206224272?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/4926146304206224272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=4926146304206224272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4926146304206224272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4926146304206224272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/10/pre-game.html' title='The Pre Game'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/StOKlnKXg9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/a5Z2zuAHUE8/s72-c/halloween+pics+09%27+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-8921479878035506618</id><published>2009-09-18T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:30:48.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer adventures.......A look back at the sun</title><content type='html'>I love fall. You know what I love more than fall though? Yep it's summer time. It was so wonderful this year too. I just thought I would post some pictures of my summer of bliss. I got to play with so many of my favorite people. I hiked and biked, kissed and fished, oh and danced my pants off. You should check out my friends Andrea and Muriel. It is pretty funny. We were stuck in a traffic jam for like 4 hours. Needless to say we got a little board and started a dance party. It is fall now and I am excited about the jackets and boots but Ill miss the summer sun.&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;Blair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SrQHrLUrV6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/jnZ52T1nOF8/s1600-h/my+camera+1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382935892969871266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SrQHrLUrV6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/jnZ52T1nOF8/s320/my+camera+1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SrQGlYH51FI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AblZTt3X7Tw/s1600-h/my+camera+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382934693815112786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SrQGlYH51FI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AblZTt3X7Tw/s320/my+camera+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SrQFP1thEYI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KGHsslOY9eY/s1600-h/my+camera+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382931478079210690" style="FLOAT: left; 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Yes, yes I do. No it is not selling lemonade on the side of the road. I am a recruiter with Swift Oil and Gas. Doesn't it just sound responsible? I sure think so. I love love love it. I find people jobs for a living. How cool is that? The only draw back to the job is that I have a job. I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mind though. I have decided to think of it as an adventure. When I think of my job as an adventure I am able to keep breathing when I hear of the adventures my friends are going on. I know I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; blessed when I got this position with Swift Oil and Gas. I plan on taking advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;Summer news....... I have been fishing, camping, and hiking. I had a boyfriend and then I didn't. I moved and then moved again. I made some new friends and enjoyed my old ones. I turned 25 years old. I ran a half marathon. I cried. I laughed, and laughed some more. I remembered why I have the friends I do, and that I am lucky to be a member of my family&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;. I &lt;/span&gt;grew into someone who I wasn't 6 months before. Over all it has been a fabulous summer:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-4446268482974306847?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/4446268482974306847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=4446268482974306847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4446268482974306847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/4446268482974306847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-job.html' title='I have a job!'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-8129502018769059718</id><published>2009-06-23T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:48:50.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SkFp1RjZdvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/g2G_PcwFjE4/s1600-h/webDSC_2580jumpdvit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350674196258715378" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Shr3L5xGVVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8gr7kxKkV18/s320/blairs+pics+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Shr1gBNSaZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/76U_QPnjgh4/s1600-h/blairs+pics+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339850238629931410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Shr1gBNSaZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/76U_QPnjgh4/s320/blairs+pics+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Shr1TR-LzOI/AAAAAAAAAOM/UEOjdq2xB68/s1600-h/blairs+pics+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339850019791686882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Shr1TR-LzOI/AAAAAAAAAOM/UEOjdq2xB68/s320/blairs+pics+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Shr1GBip-2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/MeqPbsiRWyU/s1600-h/blairs+pics+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339849792042957666" style="DISPLAY: block; 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HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Shr0liABXhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/7SmWW_OBICA/s320/blairs+pics+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Shr0XgrIBRI/AAAAAAAAANs/hfBGcNHUBFY/s1600-h/blairs+pics+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339848992946128146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Shr0XgrIBRI/AAAAAAAAANs/hfBGcNHUBFY/s320/blairs+pics+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-8473281619555477506?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/8473281619555477506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=8473281619555477506' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/8473281619555477506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/8473281619555477506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-o-fun.html' title='night o fun'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/Shr3L5xGVVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8gr7kxKkV18/s72-c/blairs+pics+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-2789671175825540304</id><published>2009-05-21T17:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:41:44.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no blog</title><content type='html'>Mostly my life is pretty chill. I wish I had a stories of near death and hysterics, but alas it is my life and that doesn't happen a whole lot. So really I have stories about kick ball and painting my parents house. Oh and I don't have pictures but I have been subbing and that is pretty hilarious. So I will shoot you a story about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subbing&lt;br /&gt;Subbing is amazing. I have been subbing the last week for my aunt Ginger. It has been incredible. Yes, for those of you who didn't already know teachers have favorites. Mine is Tess. I think it is because she reminds me of me. She is a little on the nerdy side but hilarious and talks ALL THE TIME! I do give her special privileges. I also had the pleasure of breaking up a make out session between two eighth graders in the middle of my class. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eww&lt;/span&gt;. Who does that by the way. I was to much of a loser to be kissing boys in the eighth grade, but even if I did have a boyfriend I certainly wouldn't have done it in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick ball O' fun!&lt;br /&gt;So the other night some friends and I (yes i made some friends. I was pretty stoked too) decided to play a little kick ball. Ask your self when was the last time you played? It was 1995 for me in Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McShanes&lt;/span&gt; 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade class. Lets just say I haven't improved a whole lot since then. My big moment was when I caught Curtis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Huffmans&lt;/span&gt; pop fly. Other than that I was basically just the brain behind the operation. The game unfortunately came to a screeching halt and a victory when my buddy kick the ball so hard that it split right in two. The crazy thing is I am not joking! WE WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/ShYHN1ewqZI/AAAAAAAAANc/_uxP97U0iy0/s1600-h/blairs+pics+987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338462342570092946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/ShYHN1ewqZI/AAAAAAAAANc/_uxP97U0iy0/s320/blairs+pics+987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Pic is a little dark but this was the winning team. Muriel, Mikey, Joseph, Arnie, and I. Each half of the once kick ball is being warn as a hat by Muriel and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/ShYGq1sMQCI/AAAAAAAAANU/9pF-E0Dij9M/s1600-h/blairs+pics+984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338461741331005474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/ShYGq1sMQCI/AAAAAAAAANU/9pF-E0Dij9M/s320/blairs+pics+984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently something really awesome happened over that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/ShYFg_uoYaI/AAAAAAAAANM/0CEjONPO5EA/s1600-h/blairs+pics+978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338460472715272610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/ShYFg_uoYaI/AAAAAAAAANM/0CEjONPO5EA/s320/blairs+pics+978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kick Ball at sunset 11:00pm:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last big adventure that I am going to mention is our house painting fiesta. So it had been years and years since my parents house had seen a fresh drop of paint. So for mothers day my brothers and sisters decided to paint our house. It turned out pretty well. The house is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; grayer than expected but like I said before it had been years since the house had seen a drop of new paint. Any color was better than what was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/ShYE3eS_6hI/AAAAAAAAANE/h_-HL0VRzQs/s1600-h/blairs+pics+955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338459759366367762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/ShYE3eS_6hI/AAAAAAAAANE/h_-HL0VRzQs/s320/blairs+pics+955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This note of love has been on my window since the last time we painted our house. We couldn't bare to see it go. So we left it up for the next time we paint the house. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;for see&lt;/span&gt; that being in another 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/ShYEUpRr_LI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zIyWufLYLqs/s1600-h/blairs+pics+971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338459161018236082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/ShYEUpRr_LI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zIyWufLYLqs/s320/blairs+pics+971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are one good looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-2789671175825540304?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/2789671175825540304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=2789671175825540304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2789671175825540304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2789671175825540304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time no blog'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/ShYHN1ewqZI/AAAAAAAAANc/_uxP97U0iy0/s72-c/blairs+pics+987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-1760097276829769816</id><published>2009-02-10T18:55:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:41:18.454-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SZJSs4jxO5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/AzLBNe7YEzE/s1600-h/b+s+pics+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301390642418629522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SZJSs4jxO5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/AzLBNe7YEzE/s320/b+s+pics+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and I at Maya beach. Apparently this is the beach they shot the movie "The Beach" at. It was really special to me because I knew Leo (as i like to call him) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DiCaprio&lt;/span&gt; had walked on the same sand as me. I think I am going to send him the sand I took back with me, so he can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cherish&lt;/span&gt; it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SZJRiPrE70I/AAAAAAAAAEU/t_HpBKPiwK0/s1600-h/b+s+pics+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301389360133107522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SZJRiPrE70I/AAAAAAAAAEU/t_HpBKPiwK0/s320/b+s+pics+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Annie&lt;/span&gt; and I rocked a sunset swim. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; Andrea forgot a swimsuit for the event and needed my shorts (leaving me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pant less&lt;/span&gt;). I enjoyed dinner with no pants that evening. The great part about Thailand is that the no shoes no shirt no service rule doesn't apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SZJP_Dg6O6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/DrXyBVc3EQ0/s1600-h/b+s+pics+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301387656062188450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SZJP_Dg6O6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/DrXyBVc3EQ0/s320/b+s+pics+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This sunset was the highlight of my entire trip. It was perfect. Andrea and I thought we would just head down to the beach to catch a normal sun set. It was the most beautiful thing sun set ever! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; one of the top 5 most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen. It took an hour and a half to set. We started out on the beach but with in 5 minutes we were swimming in the Indian ocean like mermaids watching the sun go down. It was one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; perfect moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SZJO5b_SzLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3czMTtVzgMc/s1600-h/b+s+pics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301386460041235634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SZJO5b_SzLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3czMTtVzgMc/s320/b+s+pics+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went rock climbing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Krabi&lt;/span&gt;, Thailand and it was amazing. I forgot how much I love to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SZJOXs0JItI/AAAAAAAAAD8/V6SWS8i9Cxw/s1600-h/b+s+pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301385880442315474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SZJOXs0JItI/AAAAAAAAAD8/V6SWS8i9Cxw/s320/b+s+pics+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-1760097276829769816?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/1760097276829769816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=1760097276829769816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1760097276829769816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1760097276829769816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/02/annie-and-i-at-maya-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SZJSs4jxO5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/AzLBNe7YEzE/s72-c/b+s+pics+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-3467495379110486443</id><published>2009-02-06T03:28:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T04:00:06.737-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYwxK8kEh5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rgl44dmwTdk/s1600-h/thai+pics+b+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299664925634103186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYwxK8kEh5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rgl44dmwTdk/s320/thai+pics+b+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cambodia&lt;/span&gt; we took a trip to the "killing fields". The killing fields are where the Khmer Rouge (the communist party that took over Cambodia) took thousands of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cambodians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;executed and deposited into mass graves. Since the liberation from the Khmer Rouge this area has been excavated and turned into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;memorial&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt; of the terrible event.&lt;/span&gt;I know these skulls are a little morbid to be posting on a blog but hey it was something we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYww0eIjhhI/AAAAAAAAADs/PjV37IcxMjo/s1600-h/thai+pics+b+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299664539508508178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYww0eIjhhI/AAAAAAAAADs/PjV37IcxMjo/s320/thai+pics+b+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea had the worst burn I have ever seen. She was/is molting like a snake. She isn't a very good about letting us pull off the skin either. She is actually quite selfish when it comes to pulling off body parts. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; a secret that I love all things gross. So to have someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; molting in front of me and not be able to help pull off the skin was absolute murder. At least she let me take a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYwwg4vrFtI/AAAAAAAAADk/flhSvB1n4gQ/s1600-h/thai+pics+b+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299664203054520018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYwwg4vrFtI/AAAAAAAAADk/flhSvB1n4gQ/s320/thai+pics+b+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we finally made it to the south of Thailand and I love it here. It is so beautiful and warm. I think I have got more sun today and yesterday than I have the rest of the trip combined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Annie's&lt;/span&gt; face in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYwvzGghZSI/AAAAAAAAADc/gMH3dcGJrQE/s1600-h/thai+pics+b+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299663416475084066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYwvzGghZSI/AAAAAAAAADc/gMH3dcGJrQE/s320/thai+pics+b+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC123 is the way we rock it @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Angkor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYwvQnX-Y5I/AAAAAAAAADU/8T9R1ZpYxs4/s1600-h/thai+pics+b+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299662824002184082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYwvQnX-Y5I/AAAAAAAAADU/8T9R1ZpYxs4/s320/thai+pics+b+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we rented bikes to ride around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Angkor&lt;/span&gt; Wat (40 mi just to give us a little shout out). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;In between&lt;/span&gt; temples we saw a whole herd/group/family of monkeys. I was so excited I jumped off my bike mid pedal and ran right for them. I just had to get a picture with the little guy. Unfortunately the monkey was a little less than excited to see me and also happened to be an exhibitionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYwut0w5X9I/AAAAAAAAADM/R3xgf-Vbxxo/s1600-h/thai+pics+b+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299662226300952530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYwut0w5X9I/AAAAAAAAADM/R3xgf-Vbxxo/s320/thai+pics+b+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC's jumping pics in front of Angkor Wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-3467495379110486443?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/3467495379110486443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=3467495379110486443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3467495379110486443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3467495379110486443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/02/while-in-cambodia-we-took-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYwxK8kEh5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rgl44dmwTdk/s72-c/thai+pics+b+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-7071465039593456542</id><published>2009-02-02T05:42:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:08:11.427-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYcMVDtAbHI/AAAAAAAAADE/AcN3-OWUsrw/s1600-h/IMG_0932[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298217042535541874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYcMVDtAbHI/AAAAAAAAADE/AcN3-OWUsrw/s320/IMG_0932%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My two darling girls getting pictures in Phnom Pehn. I love Cambodia! Sure the government isn t the most stable but so far so good. It is amazing to go into a country where such unrest occurred only 30 years earlier. Visiting the killing fields and the Khmer rouge museum was quite a sobering experience. The experience was a loud wake up call to the violence happening in our world. I know I cant change the world but I have taken up praying for world peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYcJ4vOAycI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eRpBY-gMXEU/s1600-h/IMG_0881[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298214356977240514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYcJ4vOAycI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eRpBY-gMXEU/s320/IMG_0881%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So apparently we pic up boys like stray dogs. They are similar because I want to take them all home with me. Phil and Sean Rocked both Hanoi and Na Trang with us. I loved them. They were from England and had the thickest accents you have ever heard. Not to mention that they mumbled. It was pretty common place to miss entire paragraphs of conversation due to this. I did a lot of smiling and nodding when I was hanging out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYcIrS1pgSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Q4Q8Yx2fUzk/s1600-h/IMG_0883[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298213026508931362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYcIrS1pgSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Q4Q8Yx2fUzk/s320/IMG_0883%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't want all of you avid blog readers to think that travel is all glam (Avid blog readers.... I am so funny). Travel can be rough. On one of our latest over night bus trips our bus broke down and we were transferred to a city bus. Andrea and Cakes passed on the seats that were not there and rocked the floor of that dirty bus like nobodies business. I feel that this pic of Andrea really says how that whole night went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYcHYiU3UuI/AAAAAAAAACs/5-eMciYzzC0/s1600-h/IMG_0894[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298211604737250018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYcHYiU3UuI/AAAAAAAAACs/5-eMciYzzC0/s320/IMG_0894%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep yep these are our 3 hot Aussie pals. We met up in Vietnam and chilled out for the next week. My little heart is sad now that our time with the gorgeous boys is over but forever they will remain (from L to R) purse, hair, and pants&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/8236056067818912390-7071465039593456542?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/7071465039593456542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=7071465039593456542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7071465039593456542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7071465039593456542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-two-darling-girls-getting-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYcMVDtAbHI/AAAAAAAAADE/AcN3-OWUsrw/s72-c/IMG_0932%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-1664541812003865468</id><published>2009-01-29T05:48:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:00:26.063-09:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYHETGV17ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/PjZtAq4WxV0/s1600-h/IMG_0889%5B1%5D.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/_VdqloSis6DU/SYHETGV17ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/PjZtAq4WxV0/s320/IMG_0889%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296730469163199890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is for my Papa on his birthday. I don't think the picture does the lights justice. I am not kidding when I say that this New Year set up was the most concentrated amount of lights I have ever seen. I love my dad and I thought of him all day on his birthday. I guess this little/huge light show was only appropriate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-1664541812003865468?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/1664541812003865468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=1664541812003865468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1664541812003865468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1664541812003865468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-my-dad.html' title='I love my dad'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SYHETGV17ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/PjZtAq4WxV0/s72-c/IMG_0889%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-3213838554419740796</id><published>2009-01-24T03:04:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:30:05.736-09:00</updated><title type='text'>adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsN6mnJDvI/AAAAAAAAACU/pVmd25C0wrk/s1600-h/b+s+pics+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294841087352442610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsN6mnJDvI/AAAAAAAAACU/pVmd25C0wrk/s320/b+s+pics+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The monks are every where in Laos. In Thailand they have diseased dogs every 10 feet and in Laos they have little men dressed from head to toe in orange. All jokes aside it is awesome to see a country so devoted to their religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsMySW3VBI/AAAAAAAAACM/HRfmePisaFM/s1600-h/b+s+pics+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294839844964881426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsMySW3VBI/AAAAAAAAACM/HRfmePisaFM/s320/b+s+pics+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is serious poverty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsK04yAl_I/AAAAAAAAACE/Yw105ybx7TU/s1600-h/b+s+pics+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294837690615764978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsK04yAl_I/AAAAAAAAACE/Yw105ybx7TU/s320/b+s+pics+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was one of the many waterfalls in luang prabang. It was beautiful and so fun. We got to jump off waterfalls and there was a rope swing. Talk about fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsIrmjUv1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rhFkp1c-0n8/s1600-h/b+s+pics+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294835332080254802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsIrmjUv1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rhFkp1c-0n8/s320/b+s+pics+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me in Laos looking like a legit backpacker. This was day two of the longest boat ride of my life. This trip to Asia has seriously flattened my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsHxRkmYEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BPh86zjVB8I/s1600-h/b+s+pics+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294834330016047170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsHxRkmYEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BPh86zjVB8I/s320/b+s+pics+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I had downloaded a better elephand pic but it takes to long to download another.... sorry you get the idea that i was on an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsGeGcCcQI/AAAAAAAAABs/7jRmZ9mvuz8/s1600-h/b+s+pics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294832901098205442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsGeGcCcQI/AAAAAAAAABs/7jRmZ9mvuz8/s320/b+s+pics+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me after my big scooter scare. I know the image you are congering in your head is of me laing down my machine trying to avoid a small ophan. Unfortunately my big fall came when I was almost to a complete stop and I just tipped over right into the gutter. There was no nobility or grace involved at all. I just tipped over. Once I finally crawled out of my gutter o' shame I realized my camera had fallen out of my bag and that I had to go retrieve my prized posetion. On my way back down in to the gutter o' shame I fell again. It was terrible but I survived.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsFdEwO6uI/AAAAAAAAABk/QuQixUNmVj8/s1600-h/b+s+pics+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294831783954541282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsFdEwO6uI/AAAAAAAAABk/QuQixUNmVj8/s320/b+s+pics+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are some kids we met in Hanoi the city of scooters. The scooters in Hanoi are the craziest thing you have ever seen. It is a solid stream of scooters as far as the eye can see, and the only way to cross the street is to hold your breath, close your eyes, say a little prayer, and take a step. It is seriously one of the scariest things I have ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsER-cpijI/AAAAAAAAABc/U5qn2-3umU4/s1600-h/b+s+pics+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294830493771598386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsER-cpijI/AAAAAAAAABc/U5qn2-3umU4/s320/b+s+pics+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The trifecta of fun (as I like to call our selves) in Ha Long bay Vietnam. That is right we are rocking Nam baby. I am so glad to have Andrea and Cakes along on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-3213838554419740796?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/3213838554419740796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=3213838554419740796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3213838554419740796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3213838554419740796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/01/adventures.html' title='adventures'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SXsN6mnJDvI/AAAAAAAAACU/pVmd25C0wrk/s72-c/b+s+pics+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-5073965325376738677</id><published>2009-01-10T02:55:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T03:11:47.999-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Cooking Fiesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWiQDEbsvyI/AAAAAAAAABE/IuYCEEOzSOk/s1600-h/thailand+pics+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289636144750575394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWiQDEbsvyI/AAAAAAAAABE/IuYCEEOzSOk/s320/thailand+pics+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWiPbfvtTaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3pTyZaz8NeY/s1600-h/thailand+pics+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289635464887487906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWiPbfvtTaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3pTyZaz8NeY/s320/thailand+pics+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWiO6X1LugI/AAAAAAAAAA0/n9kN7KEZS0k/s1600-h/thailand+pics+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289634895827286530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWiO6X1LugI/AAAAAAAAAA0/n9kN7KEZS0k/s320/thailand+pics+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So did I ever tell any one I could cook? If i told you that I was lying. So Cakes and I took a Thai cooking class today, it was spectacular spectacular. I had so much fun. I felt like I was Rachael Ray with all of the food I was busting out. Ok maybe not Rachael Ray because she would never add a tbsp of chilli pepper to her phat tai but for me I did pretty darn good. I even got a certificate from the company. I dont care if i paid for it or not I have a piece of paper that says I can cook.&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/8236056067818912390-5073965325376738677?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/5073965325376738677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=5073965325376738677' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5073965325376738677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5073965325376738677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-cooking-fiesta.html' title='Our Cooking Fiesta'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWiQDEbsvyI/AAAAAAAAABE/IuYCEEOzSOk/s72-c/thailand+pics+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-2617283737008666749</id><published>2009-01-09T17:25:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T03:25:42.083-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from thailand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWiS3YBdlUI/AAAAAAAAABU/izxQ37L1Un8/s1600-h/thailand+pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289639242385691970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWiS3YBdlUI/AAAAAAAAABU/izxQ37L1Un8/s320/thailand+pics+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           The floating market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWiSOCSgAtI/AAAAAAAAABM/OcHu4UGHzrE/s1600-h/thailand+pics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289638532176937682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWiSOCSgAtI/AAAAAAAAABM/OcHu4UGHzrE/s320/thailand+pics+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Cake and I..........noo we are not statues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWgIKaYuGKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/63EP2HcfMZg/s1600-h/thailand+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289486737321367714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWgIKaYuGKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/63EP2HcfMZg/s320/thailand+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Me and all the lucky bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWgHja4eCJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IC-zC09FRUo/s1600-h/thailand+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289486067439634578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWgHja4eCJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IC-zC09FRUo/s320/thailand+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the only two pics i got to upload. I am sad really because there are alot cooler ones. I have to run to my cooking class :) but I will post better pics later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-2617283737008666749?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/2617283737008666749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=2617283737008666749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2617283737008666749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2617283737008666749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-from-thailand.html' title='Pictures from thailand'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SWiS3YBdlUI/AAAAAAAAABU/izxQ37L1Un8/s72-c/thailand+pics+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-5730174461754988140</id><published>2009-01-07T23:33:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:42:00.720-09:00</updated><title type='text'>no pics yet</title><content type='html'>I am alive and well! I love thailand. It is warm and full of thai people. What more could a gal from alaska really want? Not alot I can tell you. I dont have any pictures for you yet but it is all in the works. I can give you a list of all the highlights so far and I will post pictures of them when i figure out how to do it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew into Thailand&lt;br /&gt;I found my dear friend Cakes (I love that girl)&lt;br /&gt;I took a trip to the Grand Palace where I did not meet the king&lt;br /&gt;A tuk tuk driver (a tuk tuk is a motorcycle/car thing) took us two feet charged us 30 bautt yelled at us and then threw the money back at us for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;I got a message (the reall kind you dirty kids)&lt;br /&gt;I was fitted for my dress&lt;br /&gt;I ate dirty thai food right off the streets (best food of my life for under a dollar)&lt;br /&gt;I slept for the first time in thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so good. I love you all  and will post pictures soon. I am leaving Bangkok tonight and am headed off to chag mia. Elephant rides here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-5730174461754988140?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/5730174461754988140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=5730174461754988140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5730174461754988140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5730174461754988140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-pics-yet.html' title='no pics yet'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-3186389541081355436</id><published>2008-12-16T18:51:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:27:45.215-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; the coldest girl in the world. I have been working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gorilla&lt;/span&gt; Fireworks for the last couple of days and I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; the new year. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;for see&lt;/span&gt; myself getting warm any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;Today it was 11 degrees below zero at work. As you can tell by my apparel I am a girl who comes prepared to battle the cold. I look like a chubby blueberry in all of my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I decided there are only 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;varieties&lt;/span&gt; of people who come to buy fireworks. Individuals of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;white trash&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;variety&lt;/span&gt;, individuals of the drug dealing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;variety&lt;/span&gt;, and individuals of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;snow machining&lt;/span&gt; variety. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; those are not the only type of people who come to buy fireworks, but it really feels like it. I am tempted daily to bring floss to work and hand it out as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;free bee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SUh4QImFBqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-dxkyypfrVo/s1600-h/blairs+pics+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280602781672343202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SUh4QImFBqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-dxkyypfrVo/s320/blairs+pics+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SUh31V455YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nMCO8OWnYJI/s1600-h/blairs+pics+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280602321384498562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SUh31V455YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nMCO8OWnYJI/s320/blairs+pics+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You would think that not smoking by a firework stand would be a no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;brainier&lt;/span&gt;, and you would be wrong. I have to tell at least one person daily to move away from the stand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; they are done with their cigarette (If you missed it you may want to return to the top of the page and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;reference&lt;/span&gt; the type of people who come to buy fireworks. I guess that explains why I have to ask those individuals to step away from the stand.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-3186389541081355436?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/3186389541081355436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=3186389541081355436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3186389541081355436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3186389541081355436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2008/12/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SUh4QImFBqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-dxkyypfrVo/s72-c/blairs+pics+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-1822321988195446494</id><published>2008-12-11T21:17:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:11:47.601-09:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart my sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SUIC702NdGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHjNLnAQuAg/s1600-h/IMG_0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278784940053197922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SUIC702NdGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHjNLnAQuAg/s320/IMG_0306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this is my first attempt at uploading a picture (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hooray&lt;/span&gt; it worked). This is a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;attractive&lt;/span&gt; photo of my sisters and I. Oh how I love them.&lt;br /&gt;My little sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cait&lt;/span&gt;-face and I went up to visit my older sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kase&lt;/span&gt;-face (Yes I know I am very original with the pet names). The trip was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;We played and laughed and laughed some more. It is wonderful to be thought so amusing. I don't think I am ever as funny as when I am with my family.&lt;br /&gt;We watched the movie Twilight. I love hot vampires. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even care if they wear lipstick and are lumpy in the light. My sisters didn't quite have the affection for Edward I did. I think it's because they are married and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; quite have the lust a single gal has.&lt;br /&gt;We made/ate cookies like they were going out of style. Two double batches made and eaten in two full days and three nights. I feel as if that is something to brag about. Sure my sister has five kids and a husband, but really the Sisters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pettijohn&lt;/span&gt; dominated those cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly that was my trip. Include some board games, darling nieces and nephews, a few puking incidence, and a nights spent in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bunk beds&lt;/span&gt; and that was my trip.&lt;br /&gt;I love my sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-1822321988195446494?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/1822321988195446494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=1822321988195446494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1822321988195446494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/1822321988195446494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-heart-my-sisters.html' title='I heart my sisters'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/SUIC702NdGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHjNLnAQuAg/s72-c/IMG_0306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-5324249099415944044</id><published>2008-12-04T12:32:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:32:49.530-09:00</updated><title type='text'>aww my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-5324249099415944044?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/5324249099415944044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=5324249099415944044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5324249099415944044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/5324249099415944044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2008/12/aww-my-heart.html' title='aww my heart'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-2957002933729305634</id><published>2008-11-24T11:45:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:53:27.506-09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><title type='text'>I am thankful for.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The Gospel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My toothbrush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Soap (I know i could use it more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Heaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Brooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The US of A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Missionaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tender mercies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Christmas lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dressing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My long hair (three years in the making)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Thanksgiving (My favorite holiday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;People who are funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;People who think I am funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pineapples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Karate chops in the baby maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I am thankful for so many things and I have so little time. I just wanted to express my gratitude for all of my many blessings. If you took time to make it to my blog I know that I am thankful for you too. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-2957002933729305634?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/2957002933729305634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=2957002933729305634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2957002933729305634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/2957002933729305634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-thankful-for_24.html' title='I am thankful for.............'/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-7595774443539177864</id><published>2008-10-27T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:07:53.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-7595774443539177864?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/7595774443539177864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=7595774443539177864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7595774443539177864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/7595774443539177864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236056067818912390.post-3864242017502408730</id><published>2008-10-22T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:25:34.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one is reading this but myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; I can write whatever I want. Mostly I looked at my sad page and nothing was on it. I felt an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; need to write something on my little page so it didn't look so sad. So here is a little blurb to fill the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HURRAY&lt;/span&gt; for new blogs and jobs that give you enough time to start them:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236056067818912390-3864242017502408730?l=blairp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/feeds/3864242017502408730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236056067818912390&amp;postID=3864242017502408730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3864242017502408730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236056067818912390/posts/default/3864242017502408730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blairp.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-one-is-reading-this-but-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>blair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171659410658078786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdqloSis6DU/TDtSMyXaMlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/S98NfS9WzSs/S220/poloroid2'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
