<?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-1970501204132660268</id><updated>2012-04-08T07:09:40.256-07:00</updated><category term='self improvement'/><category term='love'/><category term='book review'/><title type='text'>Euphoric Thoughts of A Eukaryote...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Kaylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416545699523395269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLEcSPEKRvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S4x3tKQapFI/S220/kayl8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970501204132660268.post-1261221657937701581</id><published>2011-01-28T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T08:01:37.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Completely Off Topic...</title><content type='html'>Sooo... While shaving my hunnys neck, we were dicussing a mutal friend of ours and the rumors we have heard. This friend is an amazingly awesome girl that is dating and SOOO in love with an equally amazing guy... Or atleast I think she is SOOO in love... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor has it that she was/is messing around with another guy, that just happens to be a friend of my hunnys... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this is brought up, never by me, she denies it full heartedly. To the point that she is taking offense. So I believe her and really it doesnt make a difference to me... It wouldnt change my view on her at all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, hunny and I were talking and I was saying how I would be shocked if it was true because she plays the LOVE card so well... She is super convincing if its not legit... And his response was "Well she could be in love with him, but she could also be in love with the D...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your ideas on it? Do you think its possible to be IN LOVE with someone and yet be out doing you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont agree... I dont feel like there would be time for that or need for that if you were truly in love. &lt;br /&gt;And the fact that MY love told me he feels differently about it really rubs me the wrong way... &lt;br /&gt;Just looking for some related thoughts on it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1970501204132660268-1261221657937701581?l=knorth3207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/feeds/1261221657937701581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2011/01/completely-off-topic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/1261221657937701581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/1261221657937701581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2011/01/completely-off-topic.html' title='Completely Off Topic...'/><author><name>~Kaylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416545699523395269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLEcSPEKRvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S4x3tKQapFI/S220/kayl8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970501204132660268.post-8909928368743886734</id><published>2011-01-21T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:27:54.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning Of My Writings...</title><content type='html'>I am Kaylee North, daughter of Carrie North and Bill DeRemer. Although, growing up you never would have known. I guess in more truthfulness I should really start this as, I am Kaylee North, daughter of Carrie North and Doug Barnes. Or to take it one step farther- I am Kaylee North, the product of Carrie and Doug Barnes, and Karen and Dean North. If you haven't gathered by now, my growth was a extremely delicate group effort of several wonderful people, all with their own unique flaws. The missing link in my childhood would ultimately be my biological father, step-mother, and three sisters that I never had the liberty of knowing until I was 19 and a freshman in college, but I digress, we will get there later. But through it all, I would say that I turned out ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always said (and still believe) that my life could be a movie or a weekly sitcom. So ill continue posting small stories and ideas that come to my mind and maybe you will agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1970501204132660268-8909928368743886734?l=knorth3207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/feeds/8909928368743886734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2011/01/beginning-of-my-writings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/8909928368743886734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/8909928368743886734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2011/01/beginning-of-my-writings.html' title='The Beginning Of My Writings...'/><author><name>~Kaylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416545699523395269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLEcSPEKRvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S4x3tKQapFI/S220/kayl8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970501204132660268.post-2113128214258044360</id><published>2011-01-21T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:18:01.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self improvement'/><title type='text'>Self Improvement</title><content type='html'>And No I don't mean that I am going to start reading self-help books...&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about the things that I would like to improve/add to my life. I think I'm going to start a list and maybe come back and update it periodically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be more musical.&lt;br /&gt;2. Utilize down time more successfully.&lt;br /&gt;3. Write more. &lt;br /&gt;4. Let the creative juices flow.&lt;br /&gt;5. Be less demanding.&lt;br /&gt;6. Blog more.&lt;br /&gt;7. More organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help with my musical dreams of being the next &lt;a href="http://www.sarabmusic.com/"&gt;Sara Bareilles&lt;/a&gt; I received a keyboard for Christmas, and although I am starting slow, my goal is to be able to play a song the whole way through... This is my first musical endeavor, I have never played an instrument of any kind, guitar hero does not count... My son also got a harmonica with instruction booklet, so I think I may explore that avenue as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By utilizing my down time more successfully I can kill several birds with one stone... Letting the creative juices flow and writing and blogging and organizing maybe... ;o) I would like to craft more, paint more, write a book (hopefully you will see some short writings of mine on here soon), play more, dance more, workout more, and millions of other things that I think I need more of in my life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to improve or experiment in all areas throughout this year and hopefully become a better me. I mean what better is there is to spend your time on but yourself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1970501204132660268-2113128214258044360?l=knorth3207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/feeds/2113128214258044360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2011/01/self-improvement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/2113128214258044360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/2113128214258044360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2011/01/self-improvement.html' title='Self Improvement'/><author><name>~Kaylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416545699523395269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLEcSPEKRvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S4x3tKQapFI/S220/kayl8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970501204132660268.post-7505664330232610599</id><published>2010-11-01T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T13:01:30.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>The Secret Between Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLpeIRepRXI/AAAAAAAAABo/1TgFJ43EkQ8/s1600/secretbetweenus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLpeIRepRXI/AAAAAAAAABo/1TgFJ43EkQ8/s320/secretbetweenus.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What starts as a simple assumption quickly develops into this families nightmare, threatening to tear their world upside down. A young girl is driving home on a dark raining night, out of nowhere a figure flies from the woods and in front of the car. She had just hit a man! Where do they go from there... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Heavy topics are discussed. Divorce and&amp;nbsp;the struggle to stay a&amp;nbsp;family, a young childs feelings with sudden blindness, a fathers drinking problem, a young girl looking for experience, living up to ones expectations or the lack of, pressures of friends and society and where that brings you, bringing new life into this less-than-perfect life and yet being able to sleep at night after all is said and done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am a fan of Barbara Delinsky and she has some other very good books that I recommend checking out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barbaradelinsky.com/images/delinsky-2l-famtree-cvr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.barbaradelinsky.com/images/delinsky-2l-famtree-cvr.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="delinsky-right-shell" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://www.barbaradelinsky.com/images/delinsky-2l-book-wmss.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="delinsky-right-shell" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div id="delinsky-right-shell" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/1970501204132660268-7505664330232610599?l=knorth3207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/feeds/7505664330232610599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/11/secret-between-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/7505664330232610599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/7505664330232610599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/11/secret-between-us.html' title='The Secret Between Us'/><author><name>~Kaylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416545699523395269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLEcSPEKRvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S4x3tKQapFI/S220/kayl8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLpeIRepRXI/AAAAAAAAABo/1TgFJ43EkQ8/s72-c/secretbetweenus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970501204132660268.post-4062887834296344825</id><published>2010-10-21T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:41:45.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Sis.BOOM.Bah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLpeOfNwDQI/AAAAAAAAABs/isgM79XgRdw/s1600/sis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLpeOfNwDQI/AAAAAAAAABs/isgM79XgRdw/s1600/sis.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you have sisters, that you dont always see eye to eye with this would be a humorous book to check out...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Being that I have sisters, one in particular came to mind when I was reading it, I could relate to this book wonderfully. I found the sisters bickering quite amusing since we (the unmentioned sister and I) tend to make small snide remarks while the other one tries to claim ignorance, like she has no clue what the other is talking about... I would like, at times, to really hash it out with her, but that would take her admitting her faults... Which I doubt would ever happen, even if the issue is no longer important, on my side, or not...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Besides all the family bickering, there is a murder to be solved. One that both sisters seem to have landed themselves in the middle of. Romances are found, some long lasting and some not... Undercover work is needed and in the end the sisters get through it by being themselves... ;o) The ending is quite funny and not that far fetched... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Good book... Easy read...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1970501204132660268-4062887834296344825?l=knorth3207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/feeds/4062887834296344825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/10/sisboombah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/4062887834296344825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/4062887834296344825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/10/sisboombah.html' title='Sis.BOOM.Bah.'/><author><name>~Kaylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416545699523395269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLEcSPEKRvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S4x3tKQapFI/S220/kayl8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLpeOfNwDQI/AAAAAAAAABs/isgM79XgRdw/s72-c/sis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970501204132660268.post-5262481859747795194</id><published>2010-10-16T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T19:46:32.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make A Difference...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;EVERYDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLpgkJmGXAI/AAAAAAAAABw/PZpk3erfQ28/s1600/5540_99446404834_99431884834_1930374_7016643_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLpgkJmGXAI/AAAAAAAAABw/PZpk3erfQ28/s1600/5540_99446404834_99431884834_1930374_7016643_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This morning at 8 am I was standing at the diamond registering for the day, recieving my t-shirt, and unfortunately missing all the coffee and hot chocolate... ;o( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nevermind the fact that I hadnt got to sleep until well after 2 am&amp;nbsp;AND that I had had one too many drinks the night before...﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was there and I was going to do my part of making a difference. There were over 100 different projects and over 1000 volunteers! Awesome turnout in my mind because our town is really small...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was helping the Middle School clean up their courtyard. Raking, clipping, trimming, and sweating out what little moisture remained in my body... All in all it was a rewarding opportunity to help out and make a difference. Although in my mind, the courtyard looked a mess. Before and after. But, hey. Atleast we tried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I really think that Make A Difference Day does make a difference... but... why does it only happen one day? Shouldnt we be making a difference EVERY day? Or atleast trying?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1970501204132660268-5262481859747795194?l=knorth3207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/feeds/5262481859747795194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/10/make-difference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/5262481859747795194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/5262481859747795194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/10/make-difference.html' title='Make A Difference...'/><author><name>~Kaylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416545699523395269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLEcSPEKRvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S4x3tKQapFI/S220/kayl8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLpgkJmGXAI/AAAAAAAAABw/PZpk3erfQ28/s72-c/5540_99446404834_99431884834_1930374_7016643_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970501204132660268.post-6172749720483255807</id><published>2010-10-16T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:43:10.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>The BFG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLpdcE0oNlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1uNsvxmgArM/s1600/bfg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLpdcE0oNlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1uNsvxmgArM/s200/bfg.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lets go back to the days of our youth with writers like Dr. Seuss, Judy Blume, Shel Silverstein, and ROALD DAHL... ;o) ﻿Let me just say... I&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3 it... If you have never read the childhood classics I seriously recommend that you do. If you dont you are seriously missing out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A small girl sees a giant peeking in childrens windows. The giant knows he has been spotted and grabs her. Thats how the journey begins... Come to find out, the giant that took her is the only nice giant around and that doesnt eat people!&amp;nbsp;Talk about lucky! Sophie and The BFG (Big Friendly Giant) become an impossible team thats set on saving all the innocent people from being eaten by the others... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just typing this out brings a smile to my face and the urge to read this again... ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1970501204132660268-6172749720483255807?l=knorth3207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/feeds/6172749720483255807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/10/bfg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/6172749720483255807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/6172749720483255807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/10/bfg.html' title='The BFG'/><author><name>~Kaylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416545699523395269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLEcSPEKRvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S4x3tKQapFI/S220/kayl8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLpdcE0oNlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1uNsvxmgArM/s72-c/bfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970501204132660268.post-3560572152901962204</id><published>2010-10-10T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:56:07.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLInU7Hgk-I/AAAAAAAAABE/fUpzBF0oWpU/s1600/beautifulstranger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLInU7Hgk-I/AAAAAAAAABE/fUpzBF0oWpU/s1600/beautifulstranger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A recent read of mine... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I do not recommend this book for anyone with a weak stomach...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I had to put it down a couple times due to queasiness... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Awesome message and walk through the life of someone with the thoughts of upgrading yourself physically, although not at all mentally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;At 22, she used her credit cards to pay for her first plastic surgery, a nose job. At 23, she had a face lift. By age 24, she'd had a total of five surgeries. Cheek implants, mini face lifts, boob jobs, nose, etc... This book walks you through the surgery and healing process... Explains how her families mental illness' created the being that she became... How her mother moved into a hotel room while she was home healing from one of her elective surgeries because she couldn't face the mutilated version of her child... And how this woman worked through it... or rather is STILL working through it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Being that I will never have the extra money to just throw into plastic surgery and how nervous I get with any medical procedures dealing with an IV, I don't think I will ever have to worry about feeling like this... Thank God... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLItooYKFrI/AAAAAAAAABI/xpO4CVzQN88/s1600/20050208_107_350x263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLItooYKFrI/AAAAAAAAABI/xpO4CVzQN88/s200/20050208_107_350x263.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hope Donahue, Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;﻿Shes an attractive woman... But nothing extremely special... I think I would want my money back... Not to be rude but if I am shelling out the cash I wanna look like a star... Not normal and natural... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLIvpbUfweI/AAAAAAAAABM/BbcLp9OnohE/s1600/IMG_NEW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLIvpbUfweI/AAAAAAAAABM/BbcLp9OnohE/s200/IMG_NEW.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I guess it all comes down to loving yourself and what your working with... When you forget to love yourself is when the issues arise... ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1970501204132660268-3560572152901962204?l=knorth3207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/feeds/3560572152901962204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-stranger.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/3560572152901962204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/3560572152901962204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-stranger.html' title='Beautiful Stranger'/><author><name>~Kaylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416545699523395269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLEcSPEKRvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S4x3tKQapFI/S220/kayl8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLInU7Hgk-I/AAAAAAAAABE/fUpzBF0oWpU/s72-c/beautifulstranger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970501204132660268.post-5059633331597250671</id><published>2010-10-10T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:21:18.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Sorry You Feel That Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLHoKhIKQlI/AAAAAAAAABA/hvQYKNz1Hik/s1600/33499565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLHoKhIKQlI/AAAAAAAAABA/hvQYKNz1Hik/s200/33499565.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My latest read... I'm impressed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Her book is a compilation of small moments in her life that help explain why she is the way she is... Stories of her bad boy complex, her struggles to not be promiscuous, her personal offense when her son calls a girl a slut, the love for her dog, pushing the boundaries, and dealing with ex's and in laws will definitely give you some laughs. An easy and enjoyable read that I flew right through... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and got my creative juices flowing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;inspiring me to think that I also could become a writer because I could relate to what she was talking about and had similarly hilarious&amp;nbsp;moments... in fact i think my life could be a sitcom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A friend of mine challenged me to write a story about one of those moments and then cut it in half... so you might be seeing this at a later time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1970501204132660268-5059633331597250671?l=knorth3207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/feeds/5059633331597250671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-sorry-you-feel-that-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/5059633331597250671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/5059633331597250671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-sorry-you-feel-that-way.html' title='Im Sorry You Feel That Way'/><author><name>~Kaylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416545699523395269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLEcSPEKRvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S4x3tKQapFI/S220/kayl8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLHoKhIKQlI/AAAAAAAAABA/hvQYKNz1Hik/s72-c/33499565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970501204132660268.post-7045153224372427733</id><published>2010-10-10T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:48:00.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>Being that &lt;a href="http://www.bookishwonderland.blogspot.com/"&gt;ABookishWonderland&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.sarahlicious.com/"&gt;Saralicious&lt;/a&gt; were my inspiration I feel like books or food should be my start... But being that my food enthusiasm only goes as far as my stomach...&amp;nbsp;AND the current reason I am in weight watchers on tuesday nights... The only food talking I am going to be doing is trying to figure out how to keep it AWAY from me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, to tie the two topics together... At book club on Wednesday night, I did have the pleasure of witnessing this amazing chia tea latte thing, that somehow is different every time its ordered... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLG4QJ-tydI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q17wIwB60tY/s1600/soychialatte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLG4QJ-tydI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q17wIwB60tY/s200/soychialatte.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In hind sight I should have taken pictures of it every week at book club... and in fact I just may start. ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Book Club and Books in general will most likely be one of my main topics, so I am just going to put it off a little bit longer... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLHBrPB549I/AAAAAAAAAA4/9ES9WLKgcug/s1600/race-logoRGB-288x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLHBrPB549I/AAAAAAAAAA4/9ES9WLKgcug/s200/race-logoRGB-288x300.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, my son and I participated in the HERtimes Erie 5K at Presque Isle. 5K walk/run for me and 1/2 mile run for him. This being my first 5K I didn't really know what I was getting myself into... And to say the least, now I know. It was exhausting and way more emotional than I would have thought... Children were standing on the side of the road, clapping and cheering for their parent, complete strangers were shouting words of encouragement with the same excitement for the leaders of the pack and the stranglers at the end... Hugs were given and tears were shed. I'm not really the emotional type but when all was said and done I had a huge sense of accomplishment. And the tears in my grandmothers eyes at the finish line almost did me in... But I held strong, UNTIL my son was the one showing the endurance and strong will to complete his 1/2 mile... As he crossed the finish line with his head held high and the enthusiasm&amp;nbsp;of a Gold Medalist, a tear slipped my eye, and I understood completely where my grandmother was coming from...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLHBRUTPm_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/of8Lu18B0pI/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLHBRUTPm_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/of8Lu18B0pI/s400/031.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;**AS A SIDE NOTE**&lt;br /&gt;﻿I finished 25 in my age group. 334 out of 525 overall. 42 min and 24 seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1970501204132660268-7045153224372427733?l=knorth3207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/feeds/7045153224372427733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-so-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/7045153224372427733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/7045153224372427733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>~Kaylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416545699523395269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLEcSPEKRvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S4x3tKQapFI/S220/kayl8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLG4QJ-tydI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q17wIwB60tY/s72-c/soychialatte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970501204132660268.post-255999177096864779</id><published>2010-10-09T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:51:08.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Judge Me.</title><content type='html'>So I am trying to get back into this blogging thing... &lt;br /&gt;In the past I have blogged about my life's drama and I can't promise that I won't do that here... &lt;br /&gt;Although, I can say that I am going to try to keep it on more interesting and more intellectual topics... &lt;br /&gt;My random wonders of the world, latest reads, cool websites, weight loss progress, and just awesome tidbits I pick up in my daily travels... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming Shortly...&lt;br /&gt;ETA=tomorrow... hopefully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1970501204132660268-255999177096864779?l=knorth3207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/feeds/255999177096864779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-judge-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/255999177096864779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970501204132660268/posts/default/255999177096864779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knorth3207.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-judge-me.html' title='Dont Judge Me.'/><author><name>~Kaylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416545699523395269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzp2zmQhLgc/TLEcSPEKRvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/S4x3tKQapFI/S220/kayl8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
