<?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-9085436692574612201</id><updated>2012-01-24T20:57:09.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Glory! --katie</title><subtitle type='html'>"Not endorsed by or affiliated with Mitch." 
-mitch</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-6562499281793571790</id><published>2012-01-24T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T14:58:35.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than a name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby boy was born, and Mitch received naming right privileges. As previously mentioned, when this situation occurs no one knows what will happen? I was holding my breath... but gave a huge sigh of relief when he decided to name our little guy after his best friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J.P and Jer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/action/snowboarding/news/story?page=being-jp-walker"&gt;J.P. Walker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NdtTgVvn5gc/Tx8esADaakI/AAAAAAAABHE/Icuv3YEaWYg/s1600/jp.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NdtTgVvn5gc/Tx8esADaakI/AAAAAAAABHE/Icuv3YEaWYg/s320/jp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701309394551728706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;a href="http://www.burton.com/on/demandware.store/Sites-Burton_US-Site/default/Team-Rider?rid=jeremy-jones"&gt;Jeremy Jones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1B_oUALoHEA/Tx8en9lRaFI/AAAAAAAABG4/5Xr2ruvAcfM/s1600/jer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1B_oUALoHEA/Tx8en9lRaFI/AAAAAAAABG4/5Xr2ruvAcfM/s320/jer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701309325168961618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mitch Nelson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AP8-5S6afvw/Tx8ehq9bhnI/AAAAAAAABGs/3-4Vd_Xvc2M/s1600/my%2Blove.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AP8-5S6afvw/Tx8ehq9bhnI/AAAAAAAABGs/3-4Vd_Xvc2M/s320/my%2Blove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701309217090799218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walker Jones Nelson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--aKHktZNX7s/Tx8gd9o32kI/AAAAAAAABHQ/mVZjpSarXUs/s1600/walker.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--aKHktZNX7s/Tx8gd9o32kI/AAAAAAAABHQ/mVZjpSarXUs/s320/walker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701311352408627778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The name may sound like a law firm, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it is actually just our surname baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are in love! This little guy came with the strongest spirit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;More than a name details: Naming this little guy was the hardest yet. Katie had a different name in mind (Cohen Michael Nelson), but when Mitch saw him he suggested Walker Jones Nelson. We thought about it for many days, and even left the hospital without a name! About 5 days later we called the hospital back and made it official. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I actually love what his name represents. It is definitely more than a name. It is a lifetime of true friendship, memories, and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/9085436692574612201-6562499281793571790?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6562499281793571790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=6562499281793571790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6562499281793571790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6562499281793571790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-than-name.html' title='more than a name'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NdtTgVvn5gc/Tx8esADaakI/AAAAAAAABHE/Icuv3YEaWYg/s72-c/jp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-7165419764991515663</id><published>2011-03-30T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T07:50:11.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naming rights</title><content type='html'>Some people should not be allowed to name their children. I happen to know one of them personally. I am not going to mention names here, but he has dark hair, nice jaws, starts with an 'M' and rhymes with itch. &lt;div&gt;Here is a small sampling of the craziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natas (pronouced "not-as_"), do not worry that it spells &lt;i&gt;satan&lt;/i&gt; backwards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indy, which I think is cute for a girl but not a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- , that's right dash, so he doesn't have to spell anything, just make a line for his name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putting a silent number in the middle of his name. Ex: Be2n (Ben, the 2 is silent). Truthfully I kinda like the silent number idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am starting to realize that it is a modern day miracle that our other children were named. At this point I am feeling alone with this task and I am taking suggestions. Please offer yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is currently offering me the naming rights for $600. He says I can do whatever I want for that price. The reality is, I'm broke. Oh dear. No one knows what will happen at this point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hopeful Mom who doesn't want to ruin her kids by the name she gives them&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-7165419764991515663?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7165419764991515663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=7165419764991515663&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7165419764991515663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7165419764991515663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/naming-rights.html' title='naming rights'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-7517618414407060065</id><published>2011-03-17T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:54:30.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my leprechaun</title><content type='html'>I knew when I married Mitch I signed up for a fun-filled life, but I had no idea what a good leprechaun he would be! The kids woke up to funny tricks, a pathway of treats, and green milk. We then had green eggs and ham, along with some green waffles. He just makes life more fun to live!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44YGz6rE0Fg/TYKRChr_XcI/AAAAAAAABEY/SLtMouw7pqo/s1600/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44YGz6rE0Fg/TYKRChr_XcI/AAAAAAAABEY/SLtMouw7pqo/s320/green.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585185960481480130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-7517618414407060065?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7517618414407060065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=7517618414407060065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7517618414407060065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7517618414407060065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-leprechaun.html' title='my leprechaun'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44YGz6rE0Fg/TYKRChr_XcI/AAAAAAAABEY/SLtMouw7pqo/s72-c/green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4891698724978121118</id><published>2011-03-02T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:56:09.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Buns for Warm Toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDgYP-sOldc/TW6dlBZg_AI/AAAAAAAABEI/-skRgPVAfzg/s1600/z%2Bpizzeria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDgYP-sOldc/TW6dlBZg_AI/AAAAAAAABEI/-skRgPVAfzg/s320/z%2Bpizzeria.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579570247714798594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Zach Barnard, owner)&lt;/div&gt;A huge thanks to Z Pizzeria...again! They are always coming through for Stoked On Socks. This year they did a great fundraiser by offering a cinnamon bun for those who brought in new socks to donate. &lt;div&gt;Stoked On Socks was able to make a delivery of 294 new pairs of socks to the homeless shelter on 2-28-11. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-4891698724978121118?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4891698724978121118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4891698724978121118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4891698724978121118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4891698724978121118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/warm-buns-for-warm-toes.html' title='Warm Buns for Warm Toes'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDgYP-sOldc/TW6dlBZg_AI/AAAAAAAABEI/-skRgPVAfzg/s72-c/z%2Bpizzeria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-991309126030702085</id><published>2011-02-04T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T07:02:40.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an angel among us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TUy9DrLDJgI/AAAAAAAABEA/6KXmWQyOLNQ/s1600/Tracie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TUy9DrLDJgI/AAAAAAAABEA/6KXmWQyOLNQ/s320/Tracie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570034709976786434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her name is Tracie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is an actual angel here on earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you know her, consider yourself lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure if it is possible, but I aspire to be more like her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girl can cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is the type of person/angel who shows up at your doorstep with a gourmet meal and dessert. There is no call ahead for you to accept or decline, she just does it. Somehow she finds out that your husband survived an awful night of throwing up for hours on end, and that there was no sleep involved for either of you. She steps in to save the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love her!&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/9085436692574612201-991309126030702085?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/991309126030702085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=991309126030702085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/991309126030702085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/991309126030702085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2011/02/angel-among-us.html' title='an angel among us'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TUy9DrLDJgI/AAAAAAAABEA/6KXmWQyOLNQ/s72-c/Tracie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-8309662506942794584</id><published>2011-01-18T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:24:36.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>top ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A look back at our crew's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010 TOP TEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;or at least what we had pictures of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;Bryn got her skate on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ536s6k6I/AAAAAAAABDw/7ICGwXd4EkE/s1600/skate%2Bon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ536s6k6I/AAAAAAAABDw/7ICGwXd4EkE/s320/skate%2Bon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563768391220237218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we broke the bank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ5w3lMzcI/AAAAAAAABDo/PNaBPEfuUBs/s1600/piggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ5w3lMzcI/AAAAAAAABDo/PNaBPEfuUBs/s320/piggie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563768270123486658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; visited the happiest place on earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ5mA-vOJI/AAAAAAAABDg/yuIMLGUhQZM/s1600/disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ5mA-vOJI/AAAAAAAABDg/yuIMLGUhQZM/s320/disney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563768083667957906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then the other happiest place on earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ5elNCkWI/AAAAAAAABDY/uMhRrFn9hg4/s1600/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ5elNCkWI/AAAAAAAABDY/uMhRrFn9hg4/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563767955952669026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mitch gave luke a hawk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;which only lasted a few days until I found the hair clippers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ5XQc_tJI/AAAAAAAABDQ/ZXwGalCTTJA/s1600/hawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ5XQc_tJI/AAAAAAAABDQ/ZXwGalCTTJA/s320/hawk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563767830123361426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a few cowboys had fun at fair days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ5RsdIcdI/AAAAAAAABDI/yGuJDYztPDw/s1600/cowboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ5RsdIcdI/AAAAAAAABDI/yGuJDYztPDw/s320/cowboys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563767734560911826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;luke learned to dress himself and was always prepared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ5HYeYDdI/AAAAAAAABDA/rCDutyJmz9I/s1600/prepared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ5HYeYDdI/AAAAAAAABDA/rCDutyJmz9I/s320/prepared.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563767557398728146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lions and tigers and batmans oh my!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ4-S5Y31I/AAAAAAAABC4/1-BuL7v8n1k/s1600/face%2Bpaint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ4-S5Y31I/AAAAAAAABC4/1-BuL7v8n1k/s320/face%2Bpaint.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563767401282592594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bryn grew up way too fast and decided to go to kindergarten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ41_c44HI/AAAAAAAABCw/5jWVjuy8Xms/s1600/kindergarten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ41_c44HI/AAAAAAAABCw/5jWVjuy8Xms/s320/kindergarten.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563767258623828082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;byrn + luke = constant entertainment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;they bring us complete joy everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ4rqNe_mI/AAAAAAAABCo/q5gvdK8oQaQ/s1600/ghosts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ4rqNe_mI/AAAAAAAABCo/q5gvdK8oQaQ/s320/ghosts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563767081123380834" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-8309662506942794584?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8309662506942794584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=8309662506942794584&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8309662506942794584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8309662506942794584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-ten.html' title='top ten'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TTZ536s6k6I/AAAAAAAABDw/7ICGwXd4EkE/s72-c/skate%2Bon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-8565898117639738556</id><published>2010-12-16T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T17:48:26.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>warm buns for warm toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Score a free cinnamon bun when you bring a pair of new socks to Z Pizzeria during the month of January 2011. Socks will be donated to those in need by S.O.S. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://stokedonsocks.org/"&gt;stokedonsocks.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:14px;"&gt;1588 E. Stratford Ave. (2580 S.) SLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:14px;"&gt;(801) 484-ZPZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://zpizzeria.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;zpizzeria.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-8565898117639738556?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8565898117639738556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=8565898117639738556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8565898117639738556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8565898117639738556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/12/warm-buns-for-warm-toes.html' title='warm buns for warm toes'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-2645639552022425140</id><published>2010-10-01T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T16:25:48.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance drive</title><content type='html'>Dance Drive: to involuntarily move your body to beats of music while driving. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to dance drive. Always have and always will. It's not like it's a choice. The music just takes over and it because completely necessary.  I am certain that I look ridiculous, but I don't care. There have been occasions when the car needs to be pulled over and the dance must take place outside the car. Not typical, but it can happen without warning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, there are strange looks, but every once in a while I get lucky and see someone else jamming out next to me. I instantly feel bonded. At 60+ yrs old will this still be "normal" behavior for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-2645639552022425140?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2645639552022425140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=2645639552022425140&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2645639552022425140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2645639552022425140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/10/dance-drive.html' title='dance drive'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4986469499662694154</id><published>2010-08-14T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:30:30.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update on "the smokes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Typically when you are struggling with an addiction your friends will support you and help you quit. Not my friends. In fact, they feed the addiction. Last month I was teaching Love &amp;amp; Logic in Riverton and on the last night of my class I was welcomed with these. Count them, five packages of chocolate licorice (aka pure love)! Thank you Chris &amp;amp; Michell Noonon. I love you. They didn't even last one entire week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGb39IbcKqI/AAAAAAAABBA/zc4YgwOcEUc/s1600/loved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGb39IbcKqI/AAAAAAAABBA/zc4YgwOcEUc/s320/loved.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505360224113666722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then my &lt;i&gt;need for speed&lt;/i&gt; got me in trouble. I told my friend Jami how down I was feeling about my citation and she later stopped by with a package to cheer me up. They too are gone. Didn't even last 24 hrs.&lt;div&gt;So as an update. I'm just not doing very well, yet somehow I remain happy. Very happy. Even though my friends aren't as supportive as they should be, I still love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-4986469499662694154?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4986469499662694154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4986469499662694154&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4986469499662694154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4986469499662694154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/08/update.html' title='update on &quot;the smokes&quot;'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGb39IbcKqI/AAAAAAAABBA/zc4YgwOcEUc/s72-c/loved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-6259808238574208806</id><published>2010-08-08T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T09:41:41.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my girl</title><content type='html'>From here...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5pf1E0PI/AAAAAAAABAw/vnGNR2t9mfg/s1600/babe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5pf1E0PI/AAAAAAAABAw/vnGNR2t9mfg/s320/babe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503813973449167090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5lVRnBuI/AAAAAAAABAo/pgA_ZophLzs/s1600/bryn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5lVRnBuI/AAAAAAAABAo/pgA_ZophLzs/s320/bryn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503813901896582882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby grew up without asking permission. I believe it all happened slowly in stages, but now that I look back at the pictures it seems as though it was the blink of an eye. She recently turned 5, and will start kindergarten in one month. I want to cry just thinking about it. Here's a little preview of my girl, my monkey, my entertainment, my love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's always had a keen sense of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5fIfaLoI/AAAAAAAABAg/GfQhCrRXqjU/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5fIfaLoI/AAAAAAAABAg/GfQhCrRXqjU/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503813795385585282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5WXZpt8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/z6BcawyoIXQ/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5WXZpt8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/z6BcawyoIXQ/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503813644769146818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5RZYOAOI/AAAAAAAABAI/VO0I0ZYBMtk/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5RZYOAOI/AAAAAAAABAI/VO0I0ZYBMtk/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503813559400661218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5MZ0SfkI/AAAAAAAABAA/dA7OocphJpc/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5MZ0SfkI/AAAAAAAABAA/dA7OocphJpc/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503813473619050050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5HS-o2gI/AAAAAAAAA_4/IfoCzudGkMc/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5HS-o2gI/AAAAAAAAA_4/IfoCzudGkMc/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503813385884064258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's now entering into the self-photography world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5CpQVq1I/AAAAAAAAA_w/2oXGjO_kfWI/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5CpQVq1I/AAAAAAAAA_w/2oXGjO_kfWI/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503813305964538706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and happens to be a &lt;i&gt;fabulous&lt;/i&gt; artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF4-L_bGHI/AAAAAAAAA_o/0C3S6qV2-As/s1600/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF4-L_bGHI/AAAAAAAAA_o/0C3S6qV2-As/s320/fish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503813229389486194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF445StJ5I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Dx6BtQpiYJw/s1600/ladybug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF445StJ5I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Dx6BtQpiYJw/s320/ladybug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503813138470741906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I especially love the snail climbing the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF4z3mPZ0I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/yH5GmpFX5wc/s1600/lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF4z3mPZ0I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/yH5GmpFX5wc/s320/lion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503813052116461378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how I love this amazing little girl! She brings me joy everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I truly feel blessed to be her Mom.&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/9085436692574612201-6259808238574208806?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6259808238574208806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=6259808238574208806&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6259808238574208806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6259808238574208806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-girl.html' title='my girl'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TGF5pf1E0PI/AAAAAAAABAw/vnGNR2t9mfg/s72-c/babe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-1214531877850085458</id><published>2010-07-20T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:42:39.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beverage burglar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me introduce to you the "beverage burglar," Lukas Nelson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's been wandering around this town as a wanted criminal for years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TEXzO_xcJKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ttLgBaTTEd8/s1600/luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TEXzO_xcJKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ttLgBaTTEd8/s320/luke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496066359238075554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He appropriately acquired this nickname through his countless guilty actions. He works best undercover as an innocent little boy. He typically finds the large crowds, mixes in, then goes in for the kill. He is sly, and works alone. Just when you feel a little thirsty and go to grab your cup from the table, you realize it is empty. You've been struck, you are a victim. It doesn't matter if he knows you or not. He also responds to "Cool Hand Luke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TEX01S1S0ZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/rlKxlJDzgvQ/s1600/caught.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TEX01S1S0ZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/rlKxlJDzgvQ/s320/caught.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496068116701172114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caught in the action. Dad's water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is your official warning: Watch Your Drink! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold it at all times if you must. &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/9085436692574612201-1214531877850085458?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1214531877850085458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=1214531877850085458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1214531877850085458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1214531877850085458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/beverage-burglar.html' title='beverage burglar'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TEXzO_xcJKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ttLgBaTTEd8/s72-c/luke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-3692357182142472875</id><published>2010-07-05T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T08:59:44.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conquered the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;or in other people's words...ran the Wasatch Back!&lt;div&gt;It was my 2nd time and it was a-mazing. I loved it. In fact, I had such a great time that I forgot to take many pictures. For me it is more about the party and less about the run. I did accomplish my own personal goal (all running and no walking, even on the steep hills), but I'm not sure if that's saying much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TDKzLH-WVSI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Bx7B9dgN0jg/s1600/van+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TDKzLH-WVSI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Bx7B9dgN0jg/s320/van+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490647899418547490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our team name was Footloose Friends and it consisted of a bunch of girls from my "hood."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TDKzCWOJf1I/AAAAAAAAA-A/mfOPx5utkQo/s1600/hot+stuff.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TDKzCWOJf1I/AAAAAAAAA-A/mfOPx5utkQo/s320/hot+stuff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490647748624088914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Darcy (our amazing team captain)&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-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TEXEl-4TIuI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/rFaxGTT7TEE/s1600/charm+necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TEXEl-4TIuI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/rFaxGTT7TEE/s320/charm+necklace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496015077088895714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, you have that right. I am wearing nice 80's reflective glasses, a charm necklace, and a special twist to my shirt. Oh how I love the 80's!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Favorite part = blasting the music and dancing for teammates as they ran by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Least favorite part = 5:00am with no sleep and the thought entering my mind, "why am I doing this?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the time my last run was finished the thought had escaped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goodbye Wastach Back, but not forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-3692357182142472875?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3692357182142472875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=3692357182142472875&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3692357182142472875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3692357182142472875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/conquered-world.html' title='conquered the world'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TDKzLH-WVSI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Bx7B9dgN0jg/s72-c/van+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4065739465158826474</id><published>2010-06-17T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:41:24.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>later skater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TBr466cACpI/AAAAAAAAA94/1YZnHYRz5DI/s1600/skate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TBr466cACpI/AAAAAAAAA94/1YZnHYRz5DI/s320/skate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483969187279800978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm out.&lt;/div&gt;Going privato, privado, private.&lt;div&gt;Held off long enough. It's time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave your email if you want an invite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also quit facebook. Never been a big fan of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasatch Back is tomorrow! Yes, I am bringing back the leg warmers and more exciting paraphernalia. There will be a post after I officially switch the privacy settings. Just a little someth'n someth'n to look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-4065739465158826474?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4065739465158826474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4065739465158826474&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4065739465158826474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4065739465158826474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/later-skater.html' title='later skater'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/TBr466cACpI/AAAAAAAAA94/1YZnHYRz5DI/s72-c/skate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4726157110853477200</id><published>2010-05-04T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:15:25.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my smokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S-C97lcVNDI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Vj2d9obb8Ow/s1600/licorice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S-C97lcVNDI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Vj2d9obb8Ow/s320/licorice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467578778988655666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My guy refers to these as my "smokes." Without much effort I could easily down a pack in a few days and/or hours. My consumption of this product is not normal. I admit it. In an effort to improve my life and exercise moderation in&lt;i&gt; all&lt;/i&gt; things, I am officially cutting back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan of attack for this week: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 1-Do NOT buy chocolate licorice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 2-If you run into some at a relative's/friend's home, walk away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 3-If you can't walk away, walk to the sink and get a drink of water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 4- If others try to tempt you with this product by buying it for you, just throw the gift away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have any other suggestions or words of encouragement, I welcome them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I only had a few pieces today at lunch, before I fully committed to stopping. At this moment I commit. Let's see if I can pull it off for at least one week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update as of 5.14.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mission Accomplished!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it friends. I went over an entire week without a "smoke." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My will power was stronger than expected. Stoked! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point I am going to allow myself to have an occasional one, but I'll never go back to what I once was... addicted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-4726157110853477200?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4726157110853477200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4726157110853477200&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4726157110853477200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4726157110853477200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-smokes.html' title='my smokes'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S-C97lcVNDI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Vj2d9obb8Ow/s72-c/licorice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4649981272887889995</id><published>2010-04-25T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:38:20.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disney delivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While visiting the happiest place on earth we...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; found Mickey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S9UZ6mlNm7I/AAAAAAAAA9g/vGSSWpgj3fg/s1600/mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S9UZ6mlNm7I/AAAAAAAAA9g/vGSSWpgj3fg/s320/mickey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464302217463700402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rode rides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S9UZvW1TWvI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/-Qfmtqht8i8/s1600/dad+%26+luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S9UZvW1TWvI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/-Qfmtqht8i8/s320/dad+%26+luke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464302024257657586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;interacted w/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S9UYnUwuvaI/AAAAAAAAA84/JLRZgXtCPeE/s320/buzz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464300786751028642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were smitten w/ princesses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S9UZpFapuII/AAAAAAAAA9Q/heOilg7CWUs/s320/cinderella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464301916503259266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; colaborated w/ cowgirls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S9UYvGQ6T4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/UT28HXZJ090/s320/jesse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464300920298426242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which resulted in pure bliss &amp;amp; utter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exhaustion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S9UZae4-6dI/AAAAAAAAA9I/TGfpDH-rtjk/s320/done.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464301665643325906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mitch also recorded this crazy lady &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who just wanted to be part of the parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dd2031008d73ec03" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd2031008d73ec03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329862068%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A43323834BFFBBDFF759156D9EC9B594B612885.434E88DBF97757107C205EDF14ED6294EC5829CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd2031008d73ec03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOOVLzhpgX5eftuuKHSGkhOvL-AI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd2031008d73ec03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329862068%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A43323834BFFBBDFF759156D9EC9B594B612885.434E88DBF97757107C205EDF14ED6294EC5829CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd2031008d73ec03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOOVLzhpgX5eftuuKHSGkhOvL-AI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an update, the Disney recruiters haven't called yet. Weird.&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/9085436692574612201-4649981272887889995?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4649981272887889995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4649981272887889995&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4649981272887889995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4649981272887889995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-times.html' title='disney delivers'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S9UZ6mlNm7I/AAAAAAAAA9g/vGSSWpgj3fg/s72-c/mickey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-297079229650862784</id><published>2010-03-29T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:47:05.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this little piggy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S7Eh5JzHQwI/AAAAAAAAA8w/73CyVOQC2Tk/s1600/piggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S7Eh5JzHQwI/AAAAAAAAA8w/73CyVOQC2Tk/s320/piggy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454177889488945922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little piggy was found in a Mexico market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little piggy came to our home.&lt;div&gt;This little piggy has been collecting money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little piggy is about to be broke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And cry "Wee, Wee, Wee, Wee" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the way to the bank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While on our honeymoon in Mexico (nearly 10 years ago) Mitch and I purchased this piggy bank.  The only way to get the mulah out is to break it. We are getting ready to go on a little vacay with the fam, and decided it is time to break the bank, literally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The anticipation of how much is inside the pig has created yet another healthy competition between me and my guy. We've made a bet, and the winner gets "anything they want." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The closest without going over wins!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie's guess...$500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitch's guess...$0.03&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One week from today we will do the deed. Until then, this pig will be accepting silver donations. So clean out your pockets, couches, and cars to contribute to the cause!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.5.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breaking news...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only $190!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally lost. Mitch won, and he picked a surfing trip to Costa with the fam. In a way, I feel like I won. The trip won't take place anytime soon, but that's ok b/c it gives us something to look forward to for the next umpteen years or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only reason I guessed so high was b/c Mitch and I remember putting in big bills, like $100. We remembered wrong. The biggest bill was $20. Maybe that felt like $100 when we put it in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;You should also know that we only put money in this pig for about 4 years. The pig was tucked away in a hiding spot, and not used as often as it should have been. Regrets, regrets.  Now we need a new pig, it's time to save for Costa Rica!&lt;/span&gt;&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/9085436692574612201-297079229650862784?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/297079229650862784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=297079229650862784&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/297079229650862784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/297079229650862784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-little-piggy.html' title='this little piggy...'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S7Eh5JzHQwI/AAAAAAAAA8w/73CyVOQC2Tk/s72-c/piggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-3140478951470367243</id><published>2010-02-19T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:02:24.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ten years ago tonight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i went on a date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was ditched by my date moments after he arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was led on a crazy scavenger hunt throughout SLC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was pulled over on State St. and received a speeding ticket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finally found my date in a park, sitting on a blanket with candles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was given a few gifts (memory journal, &amp;amp; one dozen white roses).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw a little someth'n someth'n.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i heard the question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i said yes. &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/9085436692574612201-3140478951470367243?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3140478951470367243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=3140478951470367243&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3140478951470367243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3140478951470367243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/02/ten-years-ago-tonight.html' title='ten years ago tonight...'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-9011910094565100696</id><published>2010-02-13T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:20:10.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my olympic favorites...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Torah Bright &amp;amp; Shaun White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we lived in the "big city" we rented our basement to our favorite Australian friends...Torah, her Mom &amp;amp; little sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S3cM_8IKToI/AAAAAAAAA8o/0yGukkOYxNA/s1600-h/torah.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S3cM_8IKToI/AAAAAAAAA8o/0yGukkOYxNA/s320/torah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437829367684812418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a beautiful family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S3cM7sLORAI/AAAAAAAAA8g/KRcW5GozMcI/s1600-h/torah+%26+her+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S3cM7sLORAI/AAAAAAAAA8g/KRcW5GozMcI/s320/torah+%26+her+dad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437829294683210754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Torah &amp;amp; her Dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Love this pic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S3cM2QgBHpI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/rvgdwh304xM/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S3cM2QgBHpI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/rvgdwh304xM/s320/party.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437829201354890898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shaun White...my brother &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(who probably doesn't even remember me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S3cMwdfirHI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/opdAwaJkuh8/s1600-h/bro+%26+sis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S3cMwdfirHI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/opdAwaJkuh8/s320/bro+%26+sis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437829101763341426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He had a difficult time falling asleep in our guest room, b/c my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;porcelain&lt;/span&gt; doll collection freaked him out. Nevermind  gravity-defying tricks in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;halfpipe&lt;/span&gt;, he can't even handle a few little dolls that stare him down throughout the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good luck guys! &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/9085436692574612201-9011910094565100696?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/9011910094565100696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=9011910094565100696&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/9011910094565100696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/9011910094565100696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-olympic-favorites.html' title='my olympic favorites...'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/S3cM_8IKToI/AAAAAAAAA8o/0yGukkOYxNA/s72-c/torah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4406026478073608583</id><published>2010-02-05T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T12:55:17.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you're not early...</title><content type='html'>you're late. &lt;div&gt;According to my guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He firmly believes that if you are not early, you are late. Before we had kids we would sometimes show up at church 1/2 hr early and just sit there. I can't think of this without laughing. Today he was off to work, which is approximately 2 minutes away. He has to make sure to leave 15 minutes early to get there "on time." Mind you, there is absolutely no traffic. He just has to be there early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am certain he doesn't approve of me posting about his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;idiosyncrasies&lt;/span&gt;, but I can't help myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-4406026478073608583?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4406026478073608583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4406026478073608583&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4406026478073608583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4406026478073608583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-youre-not-early.html' title='if you&apos;re not early...'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4968784519116527797</id><published>2010-02-01T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:01:40.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dishwasher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The dishwasher. Was it created to do all the cleaning, share the cleaning effort, or simply sanitize? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Curious to know your prewash method. &lt;div&gt;Options:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-All the cleaning. Put everything directly in the dishwasher w/out rinsing it off first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-Share the cleaning effort. Quick semi rinse of dish, then put it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-Simply sanitize. Rinse every single dish and utensil thoroughly before putting it in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that some may not have a dishwasher right now, so just answer what you think you'll do when you get a dishwasher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-4968784519116527797?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4968784519116527797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4968784519116527797&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4968784519116527797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4968784519116527797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/02/dishwasher.html' title='dishwasher'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-2791071442795185123</id><published>2010-01-01T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:37:51.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stoked on socks delivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stoked On Socks ended 2009 with a bang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.planetsox.com/"&gt;planet sox&lt;/a&gt;, we were able to deliver thousands of socks to homeless children and adolescents before Christmas. An additional thanks goes out to Kanani and her neighborhood, and the 7th Ward Relief Society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some other helpers found along the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bryn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who absolutely loved all the princess socks, but was able to part with them for the greater good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sz7ONRCJiOI/AAAAAAAAA78/7SWoaGyjRqk/s1600-h/bryn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sz7ONRCJiOI/AAAAAAAAA78/7SWoaGyjRqk/s320/bryn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421997728706693346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who loved playing in the box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sz7OHz2MqZI/AAAAAAAAA70/J1CM9k0T_qc/s1600-h/luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sz7OHz2MqZI/AAAAAAAAA70/J1CM9k0T_qc/s320/luke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421997634972592530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a counter in competition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sz7OBhyYxBI/AAAAAAAAA7s/y5NSUfqkJy4/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sz7OBhyYxBI/AAAAAAAAA7s/y5NSUfqkJy4/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421997527045555218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the other counter in competition (who apparently won)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sz7N0_d-NpI/AAAAAAAAA7k/JBGvA4EY5C4/s1600-h/mitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sz7N0_d-NpI/AAAAAAAAA7k/JBGvA4EY5C4/s320/mitch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421997311674693266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off to deliver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To say the least "white lightening" was full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sz7PEZkH1bI/AAAAAAAAA8E/AQjSM9-iL1o/s1600-h/full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sz7PEZkH1bI/AAAAAAAAA8E/AQjSM9-iL1o/s320/full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421998675889477042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end result~&lt;div&gt;The Road Home Homeless Shelter (SLC)=1,500 pairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Road Home Homeless Shelter (Midvale branch)=246 pairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volunteers of America=768 pairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total=2, 514 new pairs of socks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~stoked~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-2791071442795185123?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2791071442795185123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=2791071442795185123&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2791071442795185123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2791071442795185123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/stoked-on-socks-delivers.html' title='stoked on socks delivers'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sz7ONRCJiOI/AAAAAAAAA78/7SWoaGyjRqk/s72-c/bryn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-6811307678140731351</id><published>2009-12-07T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:56:16.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the royal ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fabulous time was had by all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Sher threw this Royal Ball for our dear friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Krista, who inspires us all as she battles cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2VR8u3P_I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/mTPL0MkE9QU/s1600-h/krista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2VR8u3P_I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/mTPL0MkE9QU/s320/krista.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412646462762205170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2Ux8rg2KI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/gthjpaZx0_k/s320/announcer2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412645912992340130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This "lovely" boy pounded his staff and announced each couple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as they arrived, and everyone clapped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2O-Nsi18I/AAAAAAAAA7A/IQtUOh_dAi0/s1600-h/announcer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2O-Nsi18I/AAAAAAAAA7A/IQtUOh_dAi0/s320/announcer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639526648731586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy was our entertainment the entire time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2Ou5WhGBI/AAAAAAAAA6w/m6LmfOKWEak/s320/brock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639263489595410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While everyone was mingling and enjoying one another's company, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found this peasant boy stealing food before the dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2O2YGwquI/AAAAAAAAA64/VyMiWTmAZjg/s1600-h/peasant+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2O2YGwquI/AAAAAAAAA64/VyMiWTmAZjg/s1600-h/peasant+boy.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2O2YGwquI/AAAAAAAAA64/VyMiWTmAZjg/s320/peasant+boy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639392004090594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner is served. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2OlN6FBMI/AAAAAAAAA6o/DrxP3D1iDA0/s1600-h/fountain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2OlN6FBMI/AAAAAAAAA6o/DrxP3D1iDA0/s320/fountain2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639097208767682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Formal dancing, the girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2OYBoJsgI/AAAAAAAAA6g/23gT0k8B9I8/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2OYBoJsgI/AAAAAAAAA6g/23gT0k8B9I8/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412638870574051842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2OSfKZufI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ziB0hTvEyDo/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2OSfKZufI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ziB0hTvEyDo/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412638775423121906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/9085436692574612201-6811307678140731351?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6811307678140731351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=6811307678140731351&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6811307678140731351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6811307678140731351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/royal-ball.html' title='the royal ball'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sx2VR8u3P_I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/mTPL0MkE9QU/s72-c/krista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-3642669902981647634</id><published>2009-12-04T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:36:28.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>make it magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sxn8L8FCdYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/byb_dfnAsJI/s1600-h/apple+juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sxn8L8FCdYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/byb_dfnAsJI/s320/apple+juice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411633709298382210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while we have a speciality drink at our house, such as apple juice or another type of juice. It is a rare treat, so we want to make it last as long as we can. The solution, make it "magic." &lt;div&gt;Step 1- Pour apple juice in cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 2- Add "magic" otherwise known as "water" to the juice in the cup.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 3- Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how the kids actually believe it is "magic," and they like it best that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-3642669902981647634?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3642669902981647634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=3642669902981647634&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3642669902981647634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3642669902981647634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-it-magic.html' title='make it magic'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sxn8L8FCdYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/byb_dfnAsJI/s72-c/apple+juice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4185218553162590425</id><published>2009-11-23T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:30:27.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pet peeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pet peeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pet hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) is a minor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annoyance" title="Annoyance" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;annoyance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; that an individual identifies as particularly annoying to them, to a greater degree than others may find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My personal pet peeve: When people or things claim to be something that they are not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I have issues with Disney's "Fast Play." Yeah right! Disney's Fast Play is actually Slow Play. If you pick it, you will be taken through a bunch of trailers, and it will take forever to actually get to the movie. If you pick main menu, you will be taken directly to the movie. How misleading is this?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Swrs96fnolI/AAAAAAAAA6I/u3s1eKXT8gA/s1600/disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Swrs96fnolI/AAAAAAAAA6I/u3s1eKXT8gA/s320/disney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407394851029754450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/9085436692574612201-4185218553162590425?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4185218553162590425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4185218553162590425&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4185218553162590425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4185218553162590425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/pet-peeve.html' title='pet peeve'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Swrs96fnolI/AAAAAAAAA6I/u3s1eKXT8gA/s72-c/disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-2819979931200027820</id><published>2009-11-18T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:46:42.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whirlwind wednesday</title><content type='html'>Whirlwind Wednesday is my official name for this day of the week.&lt;div&gt;Here is a quick sample of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;start laundry, breakfast, clean-up, workout, shower, prep for tomorrow's preschool classes, clean bathrooms, attend a surprise birthday party Bryn is throwing in her bedroom with the stuffed animals and Luke, somewhere in the mix have lunch, still doing laundry,  have a meeting, clean up another mess, eat some cookie dough. I could go on, but I'll stop there. Many of you know all about these crazy days. In reality I don't mind it... and might even like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring it on Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Of course I say that now, when it's all finished. &lt;/span&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/9085436692574612201-2819979931200027820?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2819979931200027820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=2819979931200027820&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2819979931200027820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2819979931200027820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/whirlwind-wednesday.html' title='whirlwind wednesday'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-5324154008969631649</id><published>2009-11-09T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:47:22.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all tricks, no treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Recipe for kid's Halloween candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;From: Our children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Serves: 2 (mitch &amp;amp; katie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will need:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candy collectors (aka children)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 wise parents &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 large basket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No guilty conscience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to create:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Allow your children to obtain and indulge in the candy on Halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-Tuck them into bed with "candy-aches" (bryn's words).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-Get rid of ALL the evidence. Combine above ingredients from their trick-or-treat pumpkins/bags into a large basket, then hide the basket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Sift through the candy when the children aren't looking, eat it and hide the wrappers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- Let cool, or look cool. Act like nothing is out of the ordinary when you are chewing their candy throughout the following weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Disclosure: It's all out of love. I would rather give cavities to myself, than my children. &lt;/span&gt;&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/9085436692574612201-5324154008969631649?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5324154008969631649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=5324154008969631649&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5324154008969631649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5324154008969631649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-tricks-no-treats.html' title='all tricks, no treats'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-6342638018753098328</id><published>2009-09-22T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:26:56.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ready...set...preschool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SrmK8YKNyUI/AAAAAAAAA6A/lbLbYIxAupU/s1600-h/bryn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SrmK8YKNyUI/AAAAAAAAA6A/lbLbYIxAupU/s320/bryn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384487599380220226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bryn on the 1st day of preschool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's hard to believe after all the work and preparation this day finally arrived. Bryn is loving school, and so is her Mom/Teacher! I have two classes (morning and afternoon), two days a week. The kids are engaged throughout the day, and are following the routine really well. I already love all the kids in my classes and look forward to seeing them each school day. They are all good listeners, well-behaved, eager to learn, engaged in the classroom environment centers, and happy. What more could I possibly ask for? I think I've prayed them this way. I hope they (and their parents) are liking it as much as me. We are now 3 weeks deep, and it is amazing how well everything is going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-6342638018753098328?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6342638018753098328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=6342638018753098328&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6342638018753098328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6342638018753098328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/09/readysetpreschool.html' title='ready...set...preschool!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SrmK8YKNyUI/AAAAAAAAA6A/lbLbYIxAupU/s72-c/bryn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-6499773595850269677</id><published>2009-09-11T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:45:18.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise birthday bash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An official report that is 2 weeks overdue. My apologies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My guy surprised me with a fabulous party...80's style. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe all the coordinating that went into this, and how clueless I was. We went out for the evening, returned home at 10:30pm to a dark unassuming house. Little did I know that when I rounded the kitchen corner there would be a room full of amazing girls, dressed to impress in their 80's gear. From head to toe, it was a blast from the past. After some cheering and excitement, I went upstairs to change into some more appropriate attire, and grab the 50 slap bracelets I've been saving for a special day. I ordered them over a year ago, just in case we ever decided to have an 80's party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my girls partied until 3:30am in the basement that was totally decked out with disco lights, streamers, balloons, posters from the 80's, a nintendo, and an amazing soundtrack with professional dj speakers. It was totally legit. A few of us then took the party around town. We went dancing on main street, and down the aisles at Smith's. The little town was pretty much dead, but we definitely brought some excitement... and may or may not have been recorded by some lucky viewers?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to everyone who came to this ridiculously late, but oh so fun party. A special thanks goes out to Amy and Tracie. You girls went above and beyond. Thank you! It was so much fun having friends from high school, college, the big city, and the current "hood". Wish I would have taken time to get pictures of everyone. All of the pics are mainly of the current "hood" girls. Loves ya all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sqqws8nwtiI/AAAAAAAAA54/Qjm8IKfjnQ0/s1600-h/katie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sqqws8nwtiI/AAAAAAAAA54/Qjm8IKfjnQ0/s320/katie1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380306991081109026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sqqwo3tikSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/_enNzZsqNpU/s1600-h/katie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sqqwo3tikSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/_enNzZsqNpU/s320/katie2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380306921043693858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SqqwefZgtuI/AAAAAAAAA5g/kyqqp-vCYbU/s1600-h/Katies+80s+party+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SqqwefZgtuI/AAAAAAAAA5g/kyqqp-vCYbU/s320/Katies+80s+party+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380306742718543586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SqqwRG1RJVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aPgr5wMVxQU/s1600-h/Katies+80s+party+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SqqwRG1RJVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aPgr5wMVxQU/s320/Katies+80s+party+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380306512785778002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sqqv9bkRMQI/AAAAAAAAA5I/xUshu_gk3sI/s1600-h/Katies+80s+party+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sqqv9bkRMQI/AAAAAAAAA5I/xUshu_gk3sI/s320/Katies+80s+party+014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380306174754238722" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9085436692574612201-6499773595850269677?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6499773595850269677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=6499773595850269677&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6499773595850269677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6499773595850269677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/09/surprise-birthday-bash.html' title='surprise birthday bash!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sqqws8nwtiI/AAAAAAAAA54/Qjm8IKfjnQ0/s72-c/katie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-1383182108420983688</id><published>2009-07-31T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T07:54:45.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>redhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SnNhiWd32LI/AAAAAAAAA5A/rSMLrW4yoUA/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SnNhiWd32LI/AAAAAAAAA5A/rSMLrW4yoUA/s320/hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364738823902714034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I've been informed by my guy and my mom that redheads experience more pain. They both read the same article online, and were sure to let me know about the "new findings." Maybe new to them, but not to me. This is something I've always known. Like the time I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bagger&lt;/span&gt; girl at Duke's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IGA&lt;/span&gt;, and I fainted on the job in the parking lot. At the time I told my Dad that I was overworked and underpaid. The truth was I hit my funny bone on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; car door while loading their groceries, then woke up moments later on the parking lot ground with a crowd hovering over me. &lt;div&gt;Or how about the time during labor, when I was certain I was a 12+, then they checked and I was only a 4. See, I was just experiencing more pain than the average individual. I knew it! &lt;div&gt;Last but not least, the pain of the emotional trauma from being teased as a little girl. My own brother called me the redheaded step-child. Thanks for that scar Spencer, it's always stuck with me.  He used to try to convince me that I was adopted, which is funny b/c we look a lot alike. &lt;div&gt;My hair has been blamed for many things. I've had three different nurses tell me that redheads bleed more. I have also heard that redheads have a temper. I have no idea what they are talking about? I am extremely calm, cool, and collective at all times. Just ask Mitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/9085436692574612201-1383182108420983688?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1383182108420983688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=1383182108420983688&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1383182108420983688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1383182108420983688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/redhead.html' title='redhead'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SnNhiWd32LI/AAAAAAAAA5A/rSMLrW4yoUA/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-7157204738567409991</id><published>2009-07-28T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:21:17.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the good, the bad, &amp; the ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The much anticipated day arrived, Bryn turned 4! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She was a little baffled that some miraculous change didn't occur. She looked all over her body for a noticeable difference, and couldn't find one. Not sure what she was expecting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It may look like I am directing a choir, but in reality I am just encouraging her to thank her aunt Tara for a gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sm8cvjdstWI/AAAAAAAAA44/-7N-FLYVYAc/s1600-h/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sm8cvjdstWI/AAAAAAAAA44/-7N-FLYVYAc/s320/bday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363537284520785250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Attended the derby (the highlight of my Summer) with my friend Jami. I literally dragged her there against her will. Thank you Jami...you are a fabulous friend. Sure love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sm8cpZ_coCI/AAAAAAAAA4w/2rWvZVJFg0c/s1600-h/derby.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sm8cpZ_coCI/AAAAAAAAA4w/2rWvZVJFg0c/s320/derby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363537178898767906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Luke in the hospital. So sad. The scariest experience of my life. Truly thankful for the outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sm8ci6MkLCI/AAAAAAAAA4o/XJiLbKEnrQw/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sm8ci6MkLCI/AAAAAAAAA4o/XJiLbKEnrQw/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363537067284638754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sm8cairGhqI/AAAAAAAAA4g/L2oBXvxyicY/s1600-h/more+sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sm8cairGhqI/AAAAAAAAA4g/L2oBXvxyicY/s320/more+sad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363536923531314850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh dear! We look awful. This is after priming the basement. We wore hats and masks. As a result, we ended up looking like raccoons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sm8cHRZ3UeI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/xTmb3XOtMug/s1600-h/painters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sm8cHRZ3UeI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/xTmb3XOtMug/s320/painters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363536592478097890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-7157204738567409991?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7157204738567409991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=7157204738567409991&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7157204738567409991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7157204738567409991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-bad-ugly.html' title='the good, the bad, &amp; the ugly'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sm8cvjdstWI/AAAAAAAAA44/-7N-FLYVYAc/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-644110962695235263</id><published>2009-07-17T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:52:18.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SmCW9oGA-HI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ZalHoMzBb8E/s1600-h/PCMCPic1crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SmCW9oGA-HI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ZalHoMzBb8E/s320/PCMCPic1crop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359449542049724530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Primary Children's Medical Center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am overwhelmed with gratitude for Primary Children's Medical Center, and all the Dr's. Luke was extremely sick over the past week, and had to go to PCMC from Sunday to Wednesday. During this time his spark had left, he laid lifeless in our arms, and didn't even flinch when given 3 different IV's, a CAT scan, etc... It was such a horrible experience to watch my sweet son endure such sickness that he could barely move or cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today his spark is back! His eyes are fully open and brilliant, and his incredible smile is once again being flashed across his face. He is being silly and teasing us. My heart is literally jumping for joy! I have offered many many many prayers of thanks. Yes, it was very traumatic for our family, and the price tag will be huge...but as crazy as it sounds I'm not worried about it. Some how in some way everything will work out over time, and now we have our amazing son back to his usual happy self. Priceless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life is good, really really good. I've realized through this experience that it is incredibly important to acknowledge the good in our lives. It is so easy to get caught up in the stresses of life, but in reality so much of it doesn't matter. My perspective on many things has been improved, and I am thankful for that. Thank you to everyone who has prayed for us, and served us in any way. We feel of your love and prayers. We have been blessed beyond measure. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-644110962695235263?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/644110962695235263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=644110962695235263&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/644110962695235263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/644110962695235263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-good.html' title='life is good!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SmCW9oGA-HI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ZalHoMzBb8E/s72-c/PCMCPic1crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-2138598033693629259</id><published>2009-07-02T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:17:48.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>notes...a lost art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Notes are a lost art. With some of the modern day conveniences (texting), a few beautiful things are getting lost along the way. So sad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I stumbled upon this cute note the other day from my BFF Susan. I love how it is precisely folded, and includes an arrow to show me how to make it function. It was so much fun to exchange them in the hall, or while the teacher's back was turned. Even better to get to the content, and re-read it over and over. I miss them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SkzM2fhX0pI/AAAAAAAAA38/4cXoPN4d2os/s1600-h/note1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SkzM2fhX0pI/AAAAAAAAA38/4cXoPN4d2os/s320/note1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353879293583151762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SkzMOHtNPhI/AAAAAAAAA30/Hrkoq6GUTCg/s1600-h/note2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SkzMOHtNPhI/AAAAAAAAA30/Hrkoq6GUTCg/s320/note2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353878599995571730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how I wish I could remember what the "big news" was that she is referring to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-2138598033693629259?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2138598033693629259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=2138598033693629259&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2138598033693629259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2138598033693629259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/notesa-lost-art.html' title='notes...a lost art'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SkzM2fhX0pI/AAAAAAAAA38/4cXoPN4d2os/s72-c/note1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-1584363160030575707</id><published>2009-06-23T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:58:39.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>telemarketer guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SkLyECJlNhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/y4p2kuNtAts/s1600-h/phone.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SkLyECJlNhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/y4p2kuNtAts/s320/phone.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351105458380027410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm sorry Miss Telemarketer Lady. You were doing a great job. It wasn't you, it was me. Please don't blame yourself." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so guilty for the way I treated a telemarketer. The lady called while I was teaching L&amp;amp;L last night, and I was cold and rude. For the rest of the night I felt so guilty! She has feelings, she didn't deserve it, she was calling for a good cause...&lt;div&gt;I am currently wishing she would call back, and I could handle the situation differently. Maybe I could take more of a "Mitch approach." He calls them by their name, asks questions to throw them off their original game/routine, and sometimes goes in for personal questions. It's like he's just talking to one of his friends.  &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/9085436692574612201-1584363160030575707?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1584363160030575707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=1584363160030575707&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1584363160030575707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1584363160030575707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/telemarketer-guilt.html' title='telemarketer guilt'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SkLyECJlNhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/y4p2kuNtAts/s72-c/phone.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-7401958547562523361</id><published>2009-06-18T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:56:39.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>limited time offer!</title><content type='html'>This is your lucky day!&lt;div&gt;For a limited time only I am offering rides around town in an SUV that smells like throw-up. It will be an experience that you are not soon to forget. To register for this experience contact me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: How does one acquire a throw-up smelling SUV?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Simply put a sick child locked in their carseat, and drive to the "big city" to run errands with your husband. On your way home at the top of Parley's Canyon they will throw up. It will get all over their lap, carseat, and if you're lucky the floor too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Can any child produce this outcome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: No, only the really sick ones who catch a nasty bug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Where can my child catch this nasty bug?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Any public place, where there are other sick children running around and spreading it. Grocery store carts are believed to be a "hot spot" for picking up these types of bugs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: How long will this offer last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Not long. There is an end in sight, and the smell will soon be gone and dealt with appropriately. This truly is a limited time offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of June 19th...offer has officially expired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-7401958547562523361?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7401958547562523361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=7401958547562523361&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7401958547562523361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7401958547562523361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/limited-time-only.html' title='limited time offer!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-2447898607043987188</id><published>2009-06-12T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:45:43.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self</title><content type='html'>Dear self,&lt;div&gt;Always remember when you are outside running, it will be a different experience from running in your basement on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treadmill&lt;/span&gt;. You do not have the same amount of privacy, and you should &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; pull out the air guitar or drums...no matter how good the song is. Others will see you, and you will be made fun of. Please learn from this experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-2447898607043987188?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2447898607043987188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=2447898607043987188&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2447898607043987188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2447898607043987188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/note-to-self.html' title='note to self'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-7851244423423407815</id><published>2009-06-08T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:41:59.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the luke equation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Si1M8pjwemI/AAAAAAAAA3k/GshulsdNV1o/s1600-h/lukas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Si1M8pjwemI/AAAAAAAAA3k/GshulsdNV1o/s320/lukas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345012937590340194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Si1M3TCfJFI/AAAAAAAAA3c/BhixldfOKUY/s1600-h/wiggle+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Si1M3TCfJFI/AAAAAAAAA3c/BhixldfOKUY/s320/wiggle+car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345012845645866066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Si1MxDJmYAI/AAAAAAAAA3U/S9qL_nDHgq8/s1600-h/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Si1MxDJmYAI/AAAAAAAAA3U/S9qL_nDHgq8/s320/shoe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345012738301517826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-7851244423423407815?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7851244423423407815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=7851244423423407815&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7851244423423407815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7851244423423407815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/luke-equation.html' title='the luke equation'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Si1M8pjwemI/AAAAAAAAA3k/GshulsdNV1o/s72-c/lukas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-5308656400513789465</id><published>2009-06-04T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:25:23.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>multi-talented</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sik3VZaPRRI/AAAAAAAAA3M/tYSgS3Q5osM/s1600-h/first+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sik3VZaPRRI/AAAAAAAAA3M/tYSgS3Q5osM/s320/first+day.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343863273589523730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She is my favorite bubble-gum pop'n, whistle blow'n, non-training wheel ride'n, almost 4 year old girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She woke up this morning (6-4-09) determined to get her training wheels off. About 10 minutes after Dad took them off, she was riding! This experience has taught me that she truly is a determined girl. I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She dresses herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sik3QbyqwUI/AAAAAAAAA3E/F48slfw8pLQ/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sik3QbyqwUI/AAAAAAAAA3E/F48slfw8pLQ/s320/bike.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343863188329513282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love how she is whistling as she rides, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like she's a pro that's been been doing it for years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sik3LjoUz7I/AAAAAAAAA28/Eaihe2hr69c/s1600-h/whistle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sik3LjoUz7I/AAAAAAAAA28/Eaihe2hr69c/s320/whistle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343863104534269874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-5308656400513789465?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5308656400513789465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=5308656400513789465&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5308656400513789465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5308656400513789465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/multi-talented.html' title='multi-talented'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Sik3VZaPRRI/AAAAAAAAA3M/tYSgS3Q5osM/s72-c/first+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-7916933872043420324</id><published>2009-06-01T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:21:18.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hazardous yet handsome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SiQuLvt_gHI/AAAAAAAAA2M/VkgC0vzGMW0/s1600-h/Dukes+of+REV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SiQuLvt_gHI/AAAAAAAAA2M/VkgC0vzGMW0/s320/Dukes+of+REV.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342445837291061362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mitch, Jeremy, J.P., &amp;amp; Timmy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This picture pleases me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not sure &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; does it for me exactly? Maybe it's the tight pants, the buckle, the puffy black hair, the strut, or maybe it's the entire combination? Either way, I'm in love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This shot is from back in the day (before his mish), when Mitch was filming an opening shot for a snowboarding video. They were replicating The Duke's of Hazard. From what I've heard about this experience, the car behind them also had a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-7916933872043420324?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7916933872043420324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=7916933872043420324&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7916933872043420324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7916933872043420324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/hazardous-yet-handsome.html' title='hazardous yet handsome'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SiQuLvt_gHI/AAAAAAAAA2M/VkgC0vzGMW0/s72-c/Dukes+of+REV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-5523249763066349143</id><published>2009-05-26T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:20:07.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mid-day movie warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Shv6X-Wf4DI/AAAAAAAAA2E/MFp6OOlhzhU/s1600-h/movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Shv6X-Wf4DI/AAAAAAAAA2E/MFp6OOlhzhU/s320/movie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340137072959152178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At all cost avoid mid-day movies at the dollar theatre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are officially warned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you go, you will likely find a bunch of "crazies." Termed by Mitch, and he was correct. Here's a quick summary of what/who we saw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the guy on the very front row laughing at the blank screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the guy with a "sketchy backpack"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"sketchy backpack" dude telling off another couple, before the movie even started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the young girl hiding in the bathroom stall who was probably sluffing school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-many men dressed in suits, sitting a seat apart and coming from work (couldn't help but wonder if they ever told their wives what they really do during work hours)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-last but not least...us. I am sure others thought that we too were "crazies"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The situation may be better during the Summer, but there are no guarantees. &lt;/span&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/9085436692574612201-5523249763066349143?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5523249763066349143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=5523249763066349143&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5523249763066349143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5523249763066349143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/mid-day-movie-warning.html' title='mid-day movie warning'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/Shv6X-Wf4DI/AAAAAAAAA2E/MFp6OOlhzhU/s72-c/movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-6954491263097860378</id><published>2009-05-20T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:09:04.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>belated christmas present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;be-lat-ed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;occurring after the appropriate or expected time, especially too late to be effective or useful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definition described the situation perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some unfortunate reason Mitch recently remembered a Christmas gift that he forgot to give me. It is only 5 months late, but could have gone longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitch: "I accidently forgot to give this to you. Merry Christmas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Oh no. A cat calendar. How generous."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/ShQ1dTpuGHI/AAAAAAAAA18/0vDzrcc3aG4/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/ShQ1dTpuGHI/AAAAAAAAA18/0vDzrcc3aG4/s320/cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337950235948619890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Important side note: I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strongly dislike&lt;/span&gt; cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mitch knows this, but he just couldn't resist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-6954491263097860378?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6954491263097860378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=6954491263097860378&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6954491263097860378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6954491263097860378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/belated-christmas-present.html' title='belated christmas present'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/ShQ1dTpuGHI/AAAAAAAAA18/0vDzrcc3aG4/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-7617855975364836876</id><published>2009-05-14T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:49:57.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hairy butter</title><content type='html'>Good intentions were evident everywhere on Mother's Day, but somewhere along the way this "incident" happened.&lt;br /&gt;Mitch was busily take care of it all. He was letting me get some extra shut-eye, getting the kids ready for church, and making french toast. He was attempting to all of this while getting himself ready as well. &lt;div&gt;There was an electric razor involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are getting ready to leave I tried to do a quick cleaning of the kitchen. I look down and find little black hair stubs all over the butter and the dish! Evidently he was shaving over the butter and the result was...not pretty. I do recall commenting on how tasty the french toast was, and asked if he did anything special this time around? I love that boy. It's difficult to see but I decided to post pictures anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hairy butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SgxZKBzy40I/AAAAAAAAA1s/MKfvMF-bkWo/s1600-h/hairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SgxZKBzy40I/AAAAAAAAA1s/MKfvMF-bkWo/s320/hairy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335737687346438978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned (thoroughly)&lt;br /&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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SgxZ5FU-06I/AAAAAAAAA10/MztVYP4oZZc/s1600-h/clean.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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SgxZ5FU-06I/AAAAAAAAA10/MztVYP4oZZc/s320/clean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335738495744791458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fresh, new, hairless butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SgxZFKUrwbI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vJTu7gMUAZM/s1600-h/new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SgxZFKUrwbI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vJTu7gMUAZM/s320/new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335737603732521394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone up for dinner at our house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9085436692574612201-7617855975364836876?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7617855975364836876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=7617855975364836876&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7617855975364836876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7617855975364836876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/hairy-butter.html' title='hairy butter'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SgxZKBzy40I/AAAAAAAAA1s/MKfvMF-bkWo/s72-c/hairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-8081956759702396981</id><published>2009-05-11T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:33:49.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back in business</title><content type='html'>Hi friends!&lt;div&gt;You've been missed.&lt;div&gt;While I was away, much was accomplished. Now I can return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the lovely requests. A special thanks to our "adopted Mother" Cathy, in CA. Her email for the return truly inspired me. This amazing woman made my first-born her blessing dress, b/c my own Mother had to leave for Africa on short notice. Your wish is our command. We're back. &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/9085436692574612201-8081956759702396981?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8081956759702396981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=8081956759702396981&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8081956759702396981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8081956759702396981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-in-business.html' title='back in business'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-3694864963833612582</id><published>2009-02-28T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:58:52.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya later, or not. &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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is actually 11 days overdue. Meant to do it on my year mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9085436692574612201-3694864963833612582?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3694864963833612582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=3694864963833612582&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3694864963833612582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3694864963833612582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/adieu-adieu-to-yieu-and-yieu-and-yieu.html' title='adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-7722799073193589378</id><published>2009-02-24T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:03:24.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwelcomed transition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SaQ19Nq_8kI/AAAAAAAAA1E/EfQ-3TnRAb0/s1600-h/luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SaQ19Nq_8kI/AAAAAAAAA1E/EfQ-3TnRAb0/s320/luke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306425586707591746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some transitions in life are welcomed with opened arms, others are not. Lately I've been dealing with an unwelcomed transition of Lukas taking only one nap a day. I was comfortable with two, it gave me time to accomplish much. Now the boy thinks he is old enough to make these decisions on his own! He didn't even consult me on this issue ahead of time, he just refused to sleep when I put him down for an afternoon nap. He hangs out in his crib, talks and plays, but sleep is not an option.  &lt;div&gt;Though it is a difficult transition, I guess it is time to let go of nap # 2. He will be 2 in May, and I was hoping to hold him off until then, but the unwelcomed transition didn't listen to my time line. Oh well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-7722799073193589378?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7722799073193589378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=7722799073193589378&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7722799073193589378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7722799073193589378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/unwelcomed-transition.html' title='unwelcomed transition'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SaQ19Nq_8kI/AAAAAAAAA1E/EfQ-3TnRAb0/s72-c/luke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4213168645070988574</id><published>2009-02-19T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:28:09.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>acceptance speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have a winner...the left glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SZ3TpoASawI/AAAAAAAAA08/d2XjnlmwFfY/s1600-h/left.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SZ3TpoASawI/AAAAAAAAA08/d2XjnlmwFfY/s320/left.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304628648179034882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Acceptance Speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of those who voted for me (the left glass). The trust you have placed in me will not be taken lightly. You have voted for a glass that will make you proud. I especially want to express my gratitude for Katie. From the moment she saw me, she knew I could achieve great things, and that I was worthy of ownership. I have worked hard at becoming the "favorite glass." My opponent (right glass) was endorsed by some big names (Mitch &amp;amp; as Laura pointed out-Denny's), but this election has proved that confidence can be restored to the American people.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for voting, and for the opportunity I have to serve you. Stop in at Mitch &amp;amp; Katie's anytime and try me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-4213168645070988574?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4213168645070988574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4213168645070988574&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4213168645070988574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4213168645070988574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/acceptance-speech.html' title='acceptance speech'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SZ3TpoASawI/AAAAAAAAA08/d2XjnlmwFfY/s72-c/left.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-444753308176555302</id><published>2009-02-17T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:21:41.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cast your vote</title><content type='html'>You might have thought that the election last November was important. You were wrong. These glasses are the true issue at hand. Which glass is better, the one on the left of your screen, or the one on the right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SZr2enK-UHI/AAAAAAAAA00/H-UaTrcpxIU/s1600-h/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SZr2enK-UHI/AAAAAAAAA00/H-UaTrcpxIU/s320/glasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303822516953698418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please vote, left or right?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter if we know you, just vote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One glass is Mitch's favorite, and one is my favorite. Some of you have been to our home and have already voted, but I do not have written record-therefore, I will need you to recast your vote. Sorry for the inconvenience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every vote counts. You can make a difference. Let your voice be heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-444753308176555302?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/444753308176555302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=444753308176555302&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/444753308176555302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/444753308176555302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/cast-your-vote.html' title='cast your vote'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SZr2enK-UHI/AAAAAAAAA00/H-UaTrcpxIU/s72-c/glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-5907911023063506956</id><published>2009-02-13T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:15:59.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 4-1-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Live up your snow season, while helping out the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;It's possible to do both on February 26th.&lt;br /&gt;Join us for a sweet event a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Powder Mountain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've joined forces with Powder Mountain, and you can benefit. Bring a package of new pair of socks to donate to the homeless on Feb. 26th, and get $16.00 discount toward an all access day pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peep &lt;a href="http://www.powdermountain.com/"&gt;www.powdermountain.com&lt;/a&gt; for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news,&lt;a href="http://www.stokedonsocks.org/"&gt; S.O.S&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.katieloveandlogic.com/"&gt;L&amp;amp;L&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.katieloveandlogic.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;have been updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-5907911023063506956?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5907911023063506956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=5907911023063506956&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5907911023063506956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5907911023063506956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-1-1.html' title='the 4-1-1'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-2527321549442691392</id><published>2009-02-08T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:30:52.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>common sense...revisited</title><content type='html'>This legit clip was on one of my previous posts, and I think it is worthy of another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/J4vJO8oTo5zAO0QrO_sbLQ"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/J4vJO8oTo5zAO0QrO_sbLQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to revisit...&lt;br /&gt;1-Love this common sense concept. We have strived for years to live by this concept, and I absolutely believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;2-It mocks, reminds, and puts into perspective the way we should all be dealing with $.&lt;br /&gt;3-Mitch &amp;amp; I are currently enrolled in the FPU (Financial Peace University) with Dave Ramsey, a man who we love, admire, and feel like he is our long lost uncle. Oh ya, he also happens to be a financial guru, in my opinion, the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Dave is all about living on a budget, paying for things in cash (food &amp;amp; non-perishables), staying out of debt, paying your home off, and building wealth the smart way. Love it. &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/9085436692574612201-2527321549442691392?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2527321549442691392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=2527321549442691392&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2527321549442691392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2527321549442691392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/common-senserevisited.html' title='common sense...revisited'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-341892465604466087</id><published>2009-02-04T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:14:05.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>noteworthy items</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been at a loss what to blog about?&lt;br /&gt;Then today happened. As I watched our day unfold, I realized that noteworthy items were occurring all around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- Sleeping Beauty Sleeps&lt;br /&gt;After Bryn got out of the shower she laid on the towel and literally fell asleep! I covered her with a blanket and there she was for over an hour. This has never happened before. We missed a fun playgroup due to this incident, but she must have needed the sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SYpx0o4dyEI/AAAAAAAAA0U/BzD41DcgqkI/s1600-h/sleepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SYpx0o4dyEI/AAAAAAAAA0U/BzD41DcgqkI/s320/sleepy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299173060696197186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2- Buddy Boy's 1st prayer&lt;br /&gt;(this picture was staged and taken after the actual prayer)&lt;br /&gt;I was preparing lunch, when I suddenly heard a sweet little voice talking. I glanced over to find Lukas' head down, arms folded, and saying words I didn't understand. Then he said as clear as day, "amen." I was so proud of him! It was totally unprompted, and a 1st for him. When I realized what he was doing I walked over to help him out, and he literally said, "no, I do it!"&lt;br /&gt;Side note: This child is sporting a diaper only, because it was laundry day. To say the least, I need to get the boy some more clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SYpxiajIqMI/AAAAAAAAA0M/iKOS_ZZKJxk/s1600-h/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SYpxiajIqMI/AAAAAAAAA0M/iKOS_ZZKJxk/s320/prayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299172747610990786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#3-10 minute tickle challenge&lt;br /&gt;Mitch ate this canned soup my Mom left at our house. Aztec something with meatballs-yikes. I was typing on my computer when I hear him say...&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: "Are you ready for a 10 minute tickle challenge"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes. Of course."&lt;br /&gt;I turn around and look at the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh no, not the meatballs."&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: "If you can do it in 3 bites, I'll tickle your back for 10 minutes tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outcome-Not proud to admit I followed through, but looking forward to the reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SYpxVH5UadI/AAAAAAAAA0E/-RHKo2COwLM/s1600-h/gross.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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SYpxVH5UadI/AAAAAAAAA0E/-RHKo2COwLM/s320/gross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299172519265462738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#4-Where's my brain?&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to put my chapstick on today, with the lid still on!!!&lt;br /&gt;As I was rubbing it across my lips I thought," gee, this feels different than usual. Must have really dry lips." But I continued through the motion, twice. Finally I figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SYpw4Gy3hII/AAAAAAAAAz8/GLiNuQRAu0k/s1600-h/chapstick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SYpw4Gy3hII/AAAAAAAAAz8/GLiNuQRAu0k/s320/chapstick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299172020753761410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-341892465604466087?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/341892465604466087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=341892465604466087&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/341892465604466087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/341892465604466087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/noteworthy-items.html' title='noteworthy items'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SYpx0o4dyEI/AAAAAAAAA0U/BzD41DcgqkI/s72-c/sleepy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-3941776062528052321</id><published>2009-01-28T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:37:37.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream becomes reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am going to start my own preschool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many, many years ago in a land far away when I was a young-buck teaching pre-k in the "big city," I would often think of how fabulous it would be to run my own program.  I feel so blessed that the opportunity has presented itself. If it isn't obvious, I am beyond excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the stats...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SYE0bNB47GI/AAAAAAAAAz0/WK4bxg0CBmk/s1600-h/hands.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 107px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SYE0bNB47GI/AAAAAAAAAz0/WK4bxg0CBmk/s320/hands.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296572278723112034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Hands On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;preschool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*A learning environment that incorporates developmentally appropriate practices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Learning centers (art, sensory, dramatic play, library, science, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*10 kids (9 spots are already filled!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Field trips throughout the year&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Confession: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are nights when I lay awake in bed for hours, because I am thinking of a million ideas and I'm too excited to sleep. The next day is...not so pretty.&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;Thank you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many of you out there have encouraged me to do this and given me great support. Because of you, I actually found the courage to go through with it. Thank you, thank you, thank you. &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;Another confession: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not sure who will have more fun, me or the kids?&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/9085436692574612201-3941776062528052321?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3941776062528052321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=3941776062528052321&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3941776062528052321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3941776062528052321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-becomes-reality.html' title='dream becomes reality'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SYE0bNB47GI/AAAAAAAAAz0/WK4bxg0CBmk/s72-c/hands.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-1477234997384510059</id><published>2009-01-19T13:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:16:30.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thrive not suffer</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OCD~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being part of my life. I love you, and I always have. Since I was a small child you have  brought me great joy. You helped me keep my room clean &amp;amp; organized, then possessed me to take pictures of how wonderful everything looked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am all grown-up, and I can fully appreciate the effect you have on me. Some would say I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suffer&lt;/span&gt; because you, but I am quick to correct that I actually &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thrive&lt;/span&gt; because of you. Our beautiful relationship has resulted in a weekly cleaning schedule, workout schedule, and shower schedule. Over time my pantry and other loved ones have realized your positive effect. Though some have mocked your influence in my life, it doesn't bother me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; about some of our experiences together, I can't help but laugh. Like the time Mitch went into the closet and rearranged the shirts and the shoes, just to see how long it would take me to realize. It is true that others have been entertained by our relationship, but I think they are just jealous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultimately you have brought me a sense of peace, joy, and true happiness. Words can't even describe the feeling I have when everything is in order. This is just my weak attempt to thank you for coming into my life. Please don't ever leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I realize it may not actually be "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;," but whatever it is I love it&lt;/span&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/9085436692574612201-1477234997384510059?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1477234997384510059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=1477234997384510059&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1477234997384510059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1477234997384510059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/thrive-not-suffer.html' title='thrive not suffer'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-2847993732316610866</id><published>2009-01-15T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:19:47.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>refinance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SW-i8ZZfduI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ZiJsUJWe75g/s1600-h/mitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SW-i8ZZfduI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ZiJsUJWe75g/s320/mitch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291627245677278946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were signing documents for our refinance when they asked for our driver's licenses.&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to keep a straight face when Mitch put his on the table.&lt;br /&gt;Can this person really be trusted with a mortgage?&lt;br /&gt;The good news 4.5% on a 30yr fixed. Loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-2847993732316610866?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2847993732316610866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=2847993732316610866&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2847993732316610866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2847993732316610866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/refinance.html' title='refinance'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SW-i8ZZfduI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ZiJsUJWe75g/s72-c/mitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-8536537112428444292</id><published>2009-01-12T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:37:17.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cousin eddie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SWtlKg7FFfI/AAAAAAAAAzM/YALlm1LJht8/s1600-h/cousin+eddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SWtlKg7FFfI/AAAAAAAAAzM/YALlm1LJht8/s320/cousin+eddie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290433418587608562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dedicated to the Noonans.&lt;br /&gt;This post was taken off because he didn't get any love (comments). After a request, he is back.&lt;br /&gt;Here is our version of "cousin eddie," my bro-in-law Carter. &lt;br /&gt;He randomly showed up one night, just before we went to bed. Though startled at first sight, I was relieved when I realized who it was.&lt;br /&gt;A few reasons why our version of "cousin eddie" is better than the National Lampoon's Vacation "cousin eddie."&lt;br /&gt;-Instead of inviting himself to live with us, we invited him when he returned from his mish.&lt;br /&gt;-His minivan in the driveway doesn't take up as much space as a motorhome.&lt;br /&gt;-He is amazing with our kids. They absolutely love him!&lt;br /&gt;-He once gifted Mitch with a beautiful picture of his favorite president-Abraham Lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;-He actually does have a high IQ. In fact, he scored in the 98th percentile on the LSAT and has applications in at the best law schools in the nation.&lt;br /&gt;-He is entertaining, lovable, kind, and currently single.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-8536537112428444292?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8536537112428444292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=8536537112428444292&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8536537112428444292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8536537112428444292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/cousin-eddie.html' title='cousin eddie'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SWtlKg7FFfI/AAAAAAAAAzM/YALlm1LJht8/s72-c/cousin+eddie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-5850139877119210503</id><published>2009-01-08T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:40:30.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another level</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SWaIc8LVyzI/AAAAAAAAAzA/lnB_EZJ3SAk/s1600-h/goal"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SWaIc8LVyzI/AAAAAAAAAzA/lnB_EZJ3SAk/s320/goal" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289064843164633906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took goal-making to another level this year.&lt;br /&gt;Had no idea when I married Mitch how self-motivated he is, but I am pleasantly surprised!&lt;br /&gt;He decided we needed to have a "planning retreat" at the beginning of each year. We left the kids at home with a wonderful sitter (thanks Mom-you're the best), then went out of town, stayed in a hotel, and with laptops in hand had an intense planning session for two days. Goals/plans were made for 2009, as well as a 5 year plan. It made a believer out of me. At first I thought it would just be a fun get-away, but it was way more. We accomplished much.&lt;br /&gt;Made goals in the following areas:&lt;br /&gt;~Spiritual&lt;br /&gt;~Physical&lt;br /&gt;~Financial&lt;br /&gt;~Personal&lt;br /&gt;~Social&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SWaHQBP6kqI/AAAAAAAAAy4/aUAzT95LNtw/s1600-h/list"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SWaHQBP6kqI/AAAAAAAAAy4/aUAzT95LNtw/s320/list" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289063521676071586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard someone compare goal-making to a shopping list. If you walk into a grocery store without a list you may get a few things you had in mind, but will likely wander around aimlessly and end up with things you don't really need. With a list you know exactly what you need, and your experience can be productive. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's implementation and follow through time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-5850139877119210503?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5850139877119210503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=5850139877119210503&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5850139877119210503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5850139877119210503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-level.html' title='another level'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SWaIc8LVyzI/AAAAAAAAAzA/lnB_EZJ3SAk/s72-c/goal' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-8199412703496932895</id><published>2008-12-30T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:35:30.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sincere apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVqqUrWTOTI/AAAAAAAAAxw/CRvT26aB2uQ/s1600-h/missing+socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVqqUrWTOTI/AAAAAAAAAxw/CRvT26aB2uQ/s320/missing+socks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285724384883063090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take this opportunity to publicly and formally apologize to the dryer. For years I have accused it of being responsible for all the missing socks. I am fully aware that I was wrong, and I'm mature enough to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I discovered where the missing socks went, and who I have to blame. They were in-between the crib and the wall, stashed away by a boy named Lukas. Though this child may look innocent, he is not, he is a sock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoarder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Sock Hoarder Definition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to collect and store, often secretly, a large quantity of socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to be missing a sock, let me know and I will see if it too is behind Luke's crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my apologizes for wrongfully accusing the dryer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-8199412703496932895?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8199412703496932895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=8199412703496932895&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8199412703496932895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8199412703496932895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sincere-apologies.html' title='my sincere apologies'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVqqUrWTOTI/AAAAAAAAAxw/CRvT26aB2uQ/s72-c/missing+socks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-7929473836407108783</id><published>2008-12-27T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T06:56:23.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our new family tradition before Christmas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVeTQV6FaSI/AAAAAAAAAxo/QYhnHek7aiw/s1600-h/logo-la-slc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVeTQV6FaSI/AAAAAAAAAxo/QYhnHek7aiw/s320/logo-la-slc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284854596710525218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVcYVjJAQyI/AAAAAAAAAxg/s--dVcF0oxU/s1600-h/trax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVcYVjJAQyI/AAAAAAAAAxg/s--dVcF0oxU/s320/trax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284719446231892770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVcV_ZgbXwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ZriVj1_uAZw/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVcV_ZgbXwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ZriVj1_uAZw/s320/temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284716866665406210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;An eventful outing in the "big city."&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at Little America, went out to dinner, rode trax to Temple Square for some light viewing, swam in the hotel pool, stayed up late watching t.v. in bed, slept in, and had a delightful breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Loved it. Loved it. Loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-7929473836407108783?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7929473836407108783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=7929473836407108783&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7929473836407108783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7929473836407108783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-tradition.html' title='new tradition'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVeTQV6FaSI/AAAAAAAAAxo/QYhnHek7aiw/s72-c/logo-la-slc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-3706915457738197784</id><published>2008-12-22T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:28:27.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a few suggestions</title><content type='html'>re-gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVAXB6Lnk6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/wJ92Z2PIDtg/s1600-h/regift.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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVAXB6Lnk6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/wJ92Z2PIDtg/s320/regift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282747684470887330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dare you. We're pro at this with Bryn.&lt;div&gt;She originally received this from a nice neighbor when she was born. Since then we have re-gifted it to her 5 times on various occasions. Every time she is so excited! It used to remain in the box until last Christmas when she asked us to take it out. She's played with it throughout the year, but don't be surprised if she opens it again on Christmas. I can't wait for her reaction.&lt;br /&gt;Though this may work best with younger children, I still might try it on my guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch this movie, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVAlaWmGVqI/AAAAAAAAAxI/_vrcY6Kv-Kc/s1600-h/elf"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVAlaWmGVqI/AAAAAAAAAxI/_vrcY6Kv-Kc/s320/elf" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282763497577797282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our favorite.&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/9085436692574612201-3706915457738197784?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3706915457738197784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=3706915457738197784&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3706915457738197784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3706915457738197784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-few-suggestions.html' title='just a few suggestions'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SVAXB6Lnk6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/wJ92Z2PIDtg/s72-c/regift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-1392483908354779839</id><published>2008-12-16T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:03:55.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>instead of a christmas card...</title><content type='html'>we're offering this. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Featuring our long lost friend, Nicco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;object id="A823058" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=z53uBMsJEZGJ434n&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="319" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=z53uBMsJEZGJ434n&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself"&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=z53uBMsJEZGJ434n&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;"&gt;Send your own &lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/"&gt;ElfYourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards"&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyOTQ4OTQyODE4NyZwdD*xMjI5NDg5NDk5MTczJnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAyNjY1Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz**MDAwOWYzMmJjZDU*NjczOGVhYjlhODViM2QwZmYxYg==.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm especially loving Mitch's moves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-1392483908354779839?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1392483908354779839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=1392483908354779839&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1392483908354779839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1392483908354779839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-christmas-cheer.html' title='instead of a christmas card...'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-1890874034681603807</id><published>2008-12-15T13:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:32:54.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1,923 pairs delivered!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Stoked On Socks update&lt;/div&gt;As of Monday, December 8th&lt;br /&gt;All socks that were donated throughout the last month have been delivered to these following locations:&lt;br /&gt;Rescue Mission~&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;392 pairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road Home Homeless Shelter~&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;576 pairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteers of America~&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;800 pairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasatch Homeless Healthcare~&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;155 pairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total donations=&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1,923!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you ~&lt;/span&gt;I want to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personally&lt;/span&gt; thank everyone who donated in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Information~&lt;/span&gt;We are really excited about donating to Volunteers of America. They have vans that go out everyday at certain times to reach the people on the street (not all can stay in the shelter). Socks are the #1 needed item!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Reminder~&lt;/span&gt;We collect &amp;amp; deliver donations throughout the year, not just during the holidays. If you would like put a fundraiser together for work or church, please consider SOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-1890874034681603807?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1890874034681603807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=1890874034681603807&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1890874034681603807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1890874034681603807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/1923-pairs-delivered.html' title='1,923 pairs delivered!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-3375549396830363684</id><published>2008-12-13T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:39:03.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>white elephant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This prized possession was acquired at the&lt;br /&gt;Jones' annual Christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SUPb4DDxW6I/AAAAAAAAArY/6VX3COZ5CkY/s1600-h/lampy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SUPb4DDxW6I/AAAAAAAAArY/6VX3COZ5CkY/s320/lampy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279304944148634530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions for a name?&lt;br /&gt;In the running so far: Gertrude, and Everett.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to add your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;This is her first home, but I promise it won't be her last. &lt;div&gt;Something wonderful is in the works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-3375549396830363684?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3375549396830363684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=3375549396830363684&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3375549396830363684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3375549396830363684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-elephant.html' title='white elephant'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SUPb4DDxW6I/AAAAAAAAArY/6VX3COZ5CkY/s72-c/lampy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-8049657559737489503</id><published>2008-12-09T14:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:27:43.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o stickmas tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/ST711oD7kBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/M7XCPfXGP9Q/s1600-h/the+stick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/ST711oD7kBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/M7XCPfXGP9Q/s320/the+stick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277926114960576530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I warned you that it was bad. &lt;div&gt;When people walk into our house and see this thing, they very appropriately burst into laughter. We have heard of some doing "drive-bys" just to get a good laugh in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning it fell over. After this experience I am definitely not a fan of real trees. Initially, I was up for a real tree because of the nice smell, but this "beauty" doesn't even smell! I am totally over it, and told Mitch I would offer an award for it to go missing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He on the other hand is loyal to this stick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night when he was turning off the stick's lights I could hear him singing, "O Stickmas Tree, O Stickmas Tree..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-8049657559737489503?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8049657559737489503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=8049657559737489503&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8049657559737489503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8049657559737489503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-stickmas-tree.html' title='o stickmas tree'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/ST711oD7kBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/M7XCPfXGP9Q/s72-c/the+stick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-1271159295770453662</id><published>2008-12-05T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:14:21.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Nelson/Allen Lampoon's Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlvushEX0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/f4xKg6pO1M0/s1600-h/clark-griswold-tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlvushEX0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/f4xKg6pO1M0/s320/clark-griswold-tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276371286455770946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clark Griswold Award goes to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlqcVcHsmI/AAAAAAAAAqM/j4KiewMGXVA/s1600-h/clark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlqcVcHsmI/AAAAAAAAAqM/j4KiewMGXVA/s320/clark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276365473465217634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clark_Griswold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Mitch &amp;amp; Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In case you don't know them, here is a little information. It is possible these boys are twin brothers who were separated at birth. Each time they are around one another, this theory is strengthened. Unfortunately (or fortunately), they communicate on a wavelength that no one else is "tuned-in" to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicole exhibits the excitement we were all feeling as we left&lt;br /&gt;for our "griswold adventure" to cut down fresh Christmas trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlniI0LFNI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ngTTb_8QL54/s1600-h/nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlniI0LFNI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ngTTb_8QL54/s320/nicole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362274620773586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A review of the eventful day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow angels were made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlnbfVqyNI/AAAAAAAAAps/a6kgNyi9smo/s1600-h/snow+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlnbfVqyNI/AAAAAAAAAps/a6kgNyi9smo/s320/snow+angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362160407759058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlnUJVH3yI/AAAAAAAAApk/8GtxDeg5TAM/s1600-h/cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlnUJVH3yI/AAAAAAAAApk/8GtxDeg5TAM/s320/cooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362034240806690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sledding occurred&lt;br /&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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlnBUmMLcI/AAAAAAAAApc/xJcuaM2cOks/s1600-h/nicole+%26+brody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlnBUmMLcI/AAAAAAAAApc/xJcuaM2cOks/s320/nicole+%26+brody.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276361710847667650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others just enjoyed pulling the sled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlm45mE1kI/AAAAAAAAApU/61IhVdkD6Co/s1600-h/luke+%26+sled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlm45mE1kI/AAAAAAAAApU/61IhVdkD6Co/s320/luke+%26+sled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276361566160475714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bumpy ride our tasty snack&lt;br /&gt;(donuts &amp;amp; chocolate milk)&lt;br /&gt;exploded!&lt;br /&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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlqykWDEZI/AAAAAAAAAqU/yERh5L-OWTY/s1600-h/shake.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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlqykWDEZI/AAAAAAAAAqU/yERh5L-OWTY/s320/shake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276365855423402386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a situation where we got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;It is believed that this was intentional.&lt;br /&gt;Don't put it past them.&lt;br /&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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlmmqGnWHI/AAAAAAAAApM/r3XH5qrafq4/s1600-h/stuck.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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlmmqGnWHI/AAAAAAAAApM/r3XH5qrafq4/s320/stuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276361252764342386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sled-shoveled us out.&lt;br /&gt;And loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlmelkASNI/AAAAAAAAApE/mdh0EuIB0VQ/s1600-h/sled+shovel+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlmelkASNI/AAAAAAAAApE/mdh0EuIB0VQ/s320/sled+shovel+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276361114106480850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clark would be proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life-long memories were made! The result of this adventure is standing/existing in our livingroom. I must warn you it is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; pretty. It's bad, really really bad, and deserves it's own post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-1271159295770453662?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1271159295770453662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=1271159295770453662&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1271159295770453662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1271159295770453662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/clark-griswold-award-goes-to.html' title='National Nelson/Allen Lampoon&apos;s Vacation'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/STlvushEX0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/f4xKg6pO1M0/s72-c/clark-griswold-tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-5853477313169615187</id><published>2008-12-02T15:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:49:27.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is a sad situation...</title><content type='html'>when good things come to an end. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;a href="http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/announcing-settlement.html"&gt;settlement&lt;/a&gt; was recently fulfilled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~6 months of tickles-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~the money- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;in question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Put most of it back, but now I think I should get it back out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~the dinner date-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;also in question, don't remember it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Maybe we should have a do-over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can tell, I am holding on for anything. Is there any hope, or should it just be over?&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/9085436692574612201-5853477313169615187?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5853477313169615187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=5853477313169615187&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5853477313169615187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5853477313169615187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-sad-situation.html' title='it is a sad situation...'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-3266815559074582465</id><published>2008-11-26T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:34:02.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yes</title><content type='html'>After Sunday, Monday, &amp;amp; Tuesday's parties...&lt;div&gt;I am sufficiently stretched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the last night I challenged our neighbor Brad to an eating contest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 6 tacos, 2 large pieces of pumpkin cake, one brownie, 7+ chips w/ salsa, 10 olives, and a spoonful of chopped tomatoes, we tied. I know he could've won, but he didn't want to put me to shame in my own home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all who indulged with us. Neighbors, local friends, friends from afar (the big city). We love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving. I hope you are all sufficiently stretched for the big day. &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/9085436692574612201-3266815559074582465?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3266815559074582465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=3266815559074582465&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3266815559074582465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/3266815559074582465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-yes.html' title='oh yes'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-8512262044112170691</id><published>2008-11-20T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:14:39.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's that time of year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Stretch Parties!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Background/History of the Annual Duke Family Stretch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My amazingly wonderful fun Father came up with this brilliant idea about 15 years ago. There are millions of reasons why I admire my Dad, and this is definitely one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Duke family (about 40 + of us) get together the Sunday, Monday, &amp;amp; Tuesday evenings before Thanksgiving to eat and eat and eat, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stretch our bellie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; in order to fit more food in them on Thanksgiving. Each night is a different theme, held at various relatives homes. Sunday is typically, soups &amp;amp; breadsticks, Monday is breakfast for dinner, and Tuesday is hamburgers &amp;amp; salads. There are always yummy desserts involved as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a beautiful thing. We love this tradition. The entire week of Thanksgiving is such a blast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some people we won't mention&lt;/span&gt; decided to have it only on Sunday night! I am sure it will be wonderful, but this is not how things are done. Mitch is more devistated than anyone. In Mitch words, "This is one of the reasons I married into this family!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Wow, he is getting passionate about this one. When he over-reacts like this I like to call him "Hollywood").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my Dad's only daughter I feel a responsibility to carry it on the way he would do it. So it is left up to us. We have decided to take this typically "private family function," to a different level. We are going public! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The invitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all friends interested in stretching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's welcome to both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nov. 24th, Monday &amp;amp; Nov. 25th, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:30-8:30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast will be served Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tacos will be served Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitch words again, "bring something if you want, pot-luck style or don't bring something if you don't want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call or email me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We have no idea how many to count on, so give me at least a few hours notice if you are coming so we can plan well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that time of year...stretch time!&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/9085436692574612201-8512262044112170691?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8512262044112170691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=8512262044112170691&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8512262044112170691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8512262044112170691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='it&apos;s that time of year!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-8934313899389444109</id><published>2008-11-17T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:37:37.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>news</title><content type='html'>We were absolutely captivated tonight as we watched the Antiques Roadshow. Not sure how it happened, but it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SSI38UpxQcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/vaHYzWyYOR0/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SSI38UpxQcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/vaHYzWyYOR0/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269836023452484034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me set the scene.&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and myself sitting by one another on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;Kids running around-getting in the candy cupboard-us not caring.&lt;br /&gt;Before we know it, we're making bets on what items-excuse me-"treasures" are worth.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is the closest without going over wins. &lt;div&gt;In reality, neither of us were very good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryn can read this book in it's entirety. Extremely entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SSI0lDjcyaI/AAAAAAAAAoE/LiXVUXq-4AU/s1600-h/book.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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SSI0lDjcyaI/AAAAAAAAAoE/LiXVUXq-4AU/s320/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269832325190699426" 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/9085436692574612201-8934313899389444109?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8934313899389444109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=8934313899389444109&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8934313899389444109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8934313899389444109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/news.html' title='news'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SSI38UpxQcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/vaHYzWyYOR0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-8569485035564251829</id><published>2008-11-12T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:19:59.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the real deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meet Harry &amp;amp; Sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRuki_C3JUI/AAAAAAAAAns/QqC9RfsDgzQ/s1600-h/harry+%26+sylviajpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRuki_C3JUI/AAAAAAAAAns/QqC9RfsDgzQ/s320/harry+%26+sylviajpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985110085870914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They own this yummy spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Molca&lt;/span&gt; Salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;slc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2900 E. 3300 S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRukTVp6D1I/AAAAAAAAAnc/1_YEGHaAdTk/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 88px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRukTVp6D1I/AAAAAAAAAnc/1_YEGHaAdTk/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267984841277312850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had all of us over for dinner last Sunday night,&lt;br /&gt;and it was the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;From scratch.&lt;br /&gt;Spicy hot.&lt;br /&gt;Made with love.&lt;br /&gt;Mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;Right out of Sylvia's own kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRukchYIW7I/AAAAAAAAAnk/H_DLc_Mhnnw/s1600-h/couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRukchYIW7I/AAAAAAAAAnk/H_DLc_Mhnnw/s320/couch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267984999042800562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our crew, JP, their daughter &amp;amp; grand-daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard about the invite I knew we were in for a treat, but I did not fully comprehend. Unfortunately, there was a point when I became full. Why must this happen? It is hard to even think about. As I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; back to that space in time I am totally regretting it! Currently wishing I was sitting at Sylvia's table right now, forcing myself to eat more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved getting to know this family better. It was a beautiful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/9085436692574612201-8569485035564251829?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8569485035564251829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=8569485035564251829&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8569485035564251829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/8569485035564251829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-deal.html' title='the real deal'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRuki_C3JUI/AAAAAAAAAns/QqC9RfsDgzQ/s72-c/harry+%26+sylviajpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-871945602905841665</id><published>2008-11-10T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:22:00.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stoked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were overwhelmed by the amazing turnout, and generosity of everyone who came! Our hopes/expectations of this event were exceeded on many levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had people from all over UT. A special package was mailed from Houston Texas (you know who you are, and we love you).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The DJ was awesome! If you are ever in need of DJ get in touch with Charlie, he's your guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will try not to get teary-eyed as I write about the fabulous hosts, Zach &amp;amp; Miranda. They went above and beyond to help this little non-profit organization, and we are truly thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRiznjXzNzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_XMkbGjxpUM/s1600-h/team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRiznjXzNzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_XMkbGjxpUM/s320/team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267157256301131570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zach, Miranda (baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mirando&lt;/span&gt;), Katie, Mitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At one point some crazed girl jumped in the sock box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRi7t88MLxI/AAAAAAAAAnM/y7CRL_1CfvI/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRi7t88MLxI/AAAAAAAAAnM/y7CRL_1CfvI/s320/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267166162336886546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;924 pairs of socks donated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dancing crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRizS8gnF8I/AAAAAAAAAmk/y57oVMJz_O8/s1600-h/dance+it+up.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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRizS8gnF8I/AAAAAAAAAmk/y57oVMJz_O8/s320/dance+it+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267156902271719362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, we definitely exceeded the maximum capacity.&lt;br /&gt;From about 6:30-7:15&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pm&lt;/span&gt; guests could barely even move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRizH3qJySI/AAAAAAAAAmc/4tGGkScUBfo/s1600-h/capacity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRizH3qJySI/AAAAAAAAAmc/4tGGkScUBfo/s320/capacity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267156711991003426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to everyone who came and donated. Many feet will be warmed because of your willingness give. This will be an annual event, and next year's Sock Hop w/ Z Pizzeria is already in the works.&lt;br /&gt;A few things to take note of for the next Sock Hop...&lt;br /&gt;*summer of '09&lt;br /&gt;*outside&lt;br /&gt;*music &amp;amp; dancing&lt;br /&gt;*be sure to wear your craziest socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the instigators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRjBC4udvmI/AAAAAAAAAnU/CbSrBh_qXSg/s1600-h/miranda+%26+katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRjBC4udvmI/AAAAAAAAAnU/CbSrBh_qXSg/s320/miranda+%26+katie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267172019540967010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If we are looking a little tired, it's because we were up till 5am the night before&lt;br /&gt;having a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sleepover/baby shower in Park City. Such party animals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our story:&lt;br /&gt;We met at SUU through Marcae, and became roomies our Sophomore year. Miranda has always been a dear friend, and I would even venture to say she could be the funniest person I know.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for...&lt;br /&gt;~making all of us laugh on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;~dressing in overalls, stuffing them, and pretending to be pregnant&lt;br /&gt;~the secret meeting at Denny's&lt;br /&gt;~a few little running sessions&lt;br /&gt;~helping me get ready before my 1st date with Mitch&lt;br /&gt;~listening to me talk about Mitch everyday, of every hour, of every minute (sorry about that)&lt;br /&gt;~showing us what a studious college girl should be&lt;br /&gt;~participating in big boota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-871945602905841665?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/871945602905841665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=871945602905841665&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/871945602905841665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/871945602905841665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/stoked.html' title='stoked!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRiznjXzNzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_XMkbGjxpUM/s72-c/team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-2772178510216314054</id><published>2008-11-07T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:34:56.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sock it to 'em-- this saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;"&gt;Sock Hop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;nov. 8th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;6-9 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;z pizzeria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3295 S. 2000 E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;slc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bring a package of new socks to donate to the homeless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;enjoy delicious pizza &amp;amp; dance the night away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRSkAI1V5vI/AAAAAAAAAmU/KFTIj7_XOok/s1600-h/z+pizzeria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRSkAI1V5vI/AAAAAAAAAmU/KFTIj7_XOok/s320/z+pizzeria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266014186581124850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRSjdkzMp_I/AAAAAAAAAmM/dZIA7hML8T4/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRSjdkzMp_I/AAAAAAAAAmM/dZIA7hML8T4/s320/images-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266013592792901618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stokedonsocks.org/"&gt;stoked on socks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="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/9085436692574612201-2772178510216314054?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2772178510216314054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=2772178510216314054&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2772178510216314054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2772178510216314054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/sock-it-to-em-this-saturday.html' title='sock it to &apos;em-- this saturday'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SRSkAI1V5vI/AAAAAAAAAmU/KFTIj7_XOok/s72-c/z+pizzeria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-831917059800931645</id><published>2008-11-03T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:39:02.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever changed</title><content type='html'>My life changed today. &lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;I typically like to post things on this blog that are silly &amp;amp; entertaining. Not today. There are more serious matters I need to address at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a few defining days in my life when I could actually feel myself change. All the sudden the things that seemed important, weren't. Future goals and ambitions were altered. New goals were established. My perspective was widened, yet more accurate than before. Examples of this include the day my Dad died, the day one of my best friends lost her child, and today. Mitch &amp;amp; I having been crying our eyes out over this family's struggle. We don't know this family personally, but I've learned that part doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KFRts64uKmA&amp;amp;hl=en&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/KFRts64uKmA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/amsrLSU7PnA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/amsrLSU7PnA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spidermanfightscancer.com/"&gt;spidey cause&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-831917059800931645?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/831917059800931645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=831917059800931645&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/831917059800931645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/831917059800931645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/forever-changed.html' title='forever changed'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-1915352025071956037</id><published>2008-11-01T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:14:05.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the results are in</title><content type='html'>Honored to announce my favorite costumes of 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's costumes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like how all of these children's costumes were homemade. Their mother's must have spent many late night hours making them just perfect. What extremely talented mothers they have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Most appropriate costume" goes to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQzaQknpgSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zbOhq4ZrHgY/s1600-h/behind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQzaQknpgSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zbOhq4ZrHgY/s320/behind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263822042732003618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel...of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQzbxrXy6JI/AAAAAAAAAl4/o4pREr2bwiQ/s1600-h/ariel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQzbxrXy6JI/AAAAAAAAAl4/o4pREr2bwiQ/s320/ariel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263823710991870098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Scariest" goes to...the hulk.&lt;br /&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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQzaJleIU9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/1FyXtiuQVpo/s1600-h/coop+%26+bryn.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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQzaJleIU9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/1FyXtiuQVpo/s320/coop+%26+bryn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263821922701431762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The parents of these children are secretly hoping this picture will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; go on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wedding announcement someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cutest little dragon in town" goes to...Lukas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQzdNJj0q3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/W-DrRgGBTs8/s1600-h/dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQzdNJj0q3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/W-DrRgGBTs8/s320/dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263825282463476594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(in reality, a special thanks to costco, target, &amp;amp; the world wide web)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Adult Costume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Over all best costume"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;"most creative"&lt;br /&gt;goes to...&lt;a href="http://your-miranda-writes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/a&gt; and her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQzZ4g__gWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/mB71VQUEkoE/s1600-h/angelina+jolie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQzZ4g__gWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/mB71VQUEkoE/s320/angelina+jolie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263821629443506530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-1915352025071956037?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1915352025071956037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=1915352025071956037&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1915352025071956037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1915352025071956037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/results-are-in.html' title='the results are in'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQzaQknpgSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zbOhq4ZrHgY/s72-c/behind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4740785984091507904</id><published>2008-10-27T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:10:33.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>secret recipe</title><content type='html'>My fabulous chocolate milkshake~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need the following ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;~Milk &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I use 1%, but  2% would work great too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Dreyers Chocolate ice cream&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (must be dreyers&lt;/span&gt;, but not necessarily slow-churned)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A &lt;span&gt;glass&lt;/span&gt; cup &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(must be glass)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQYzjRpWW4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/TLAew0m9IX4/s1600-h/ingredients.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQYzjRpWW4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/TLAew0m9IX4/s320/ingredients.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261949895754275714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Follow the directions precisely.&lt;br /&gt;1~Put chocolate ice cream in a glass cup&lt;br /&gt;2~Put milk on top, until it covers most of the ice cream&lt;br /&gt;3~Let milk &amp;amp; ice cream sit for 22 seconds for appropriate crystallization processes to occur.&lt;br /&gt;4~Use spoon to chomp the ice cream up. THERE WILL BE NO STIRRING involved. Stirring will ruin the texture/consistency you are striving to achieve. This is where most chocolate milkshake makers fail. The secret is to NOT stir. Rather, use a chomping motion up and down.&lt;br /&gt;When you are finished there will be perfect little icy bumps throughout your shake. This is what you want, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*If you are feeling overwhelmed and need an in-person demonstration, I am available to assist you any day at any hour. Please bring the ingredients, in case I don't have them on hand. I promise to not only teach you, but to help you eat one. &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/9085436692574612201-4740785984091507904?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4740785984091507904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4740785984091507904&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4740785984091507904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4740785984091507904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-recipe.html' title='secret recipe'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQYzjRpWW4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/TLAew0m9IX4/s72-c/ingredients.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4728863274762752349</id><published>2008-10-24T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:15:00.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday jen!</title><content type='html'>My friend Jen turned 30 this week and had a fabulous 80's party.&lt;br /&gt;I was certain Molly Ringwald was going to walk around the corner any minute. Though she couldn't make it, here are a few who did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQKg9zxoW8I/AAAAAAAAAko/SRTDUzuXNWo/s1600-h/janalynne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQKg9zxoW8I/AAAAAAAAAko/SRTDUzuXNWo/s320/janalynne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260944298452999106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janalynne &amp;amp; her hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQKg2L0sk8I/AAAAAAAAAkg/EZ6yh8ZJ4KE/s1600-h/skates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQKg2L0sk8I/AAAAAAAAAkg/EZ6yh8ZJ4KE/s320/skates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260944167469355970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQKgupt92MI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Hk0MvKTfJVc/s1600-h/ghost+buster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQKgupt92MI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Hk0MvKTfJVc/s320/ghost+buster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260944038055237826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another person I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After seeing many great 80's outfits, I have a strong desire to obtain more paraphernalia . Wish I was more dressed up. I love everything about that era, especially the music!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQKfqZFcuSI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QA6b88pIWW0/s1600-h/80%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQKfqZFcuSI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QA6b88pIWW0/s320/80%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260942865359223074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jen &amp;amp; Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our story:&lt;br /&gt;Met during 1997 cheer tryouts at SUU in Cedar City. Go T-Birds! I think we first talked at the drinking fountain, and "maturely" discussed how we were making the bold move to college-life alone, and didn't have roommates yet-what were we thinking!? We quickly made a life-changing decision to be roommies. I was only 17, and thought I had figured out love and life by then. I was wrong. And I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 30th Jen!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~moving to Cedar, even though your cell phone didn't work there&lt;br /&gt;~staying up until 2:30am nearly every night during our freshman year&lt;br /&gt;~late night trips to maverick for essentials (chocolate licorice &amp;amp; french bread)&lt;br /&gt;~experiencing your 1st time to Wal-Mart with me&lt;br /&gt;~having a near-death-experience on our drive home in Nora&lt;br /&gt;~dancing, dancing, dancing&lt;br /&gt;~the memories!&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/9085436692574612201-4728863274762752349?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4728863274762752349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4728863274762752349&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4728863274762752349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4728863274762752349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/80s-party.html' title='happy birthday jen!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SQKg9zxoW8I/AAAAAAAAAko/SRTDUzuXNWo/s72-c/janalynne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-6268457088964848041</id><published>2008-10-20T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:03:49.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stellar roasting awards 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SPyhJrF9N0I/AAAAAAAAAho/MXJF96hRqls/s1600-h/scott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SPyhJrF9N0I/AAAAAAAAAho/MXJF96hRqls/s320/scott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259255652420499266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fcott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(aka Scott)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honored to announce the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2008 stellar marshmallow roasting award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to Fcott. He truly demonstrated strategic skills that pushed him ahead of all those who roasted in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the pit&lt;/span&gt; this year. As a result, he had the "perfect" marshmallow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SPyimXpaSQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/wwLsivru5c4/s1600-h/nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SPyimXpaSQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/wwLsivru5c4/s320/nicole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259257244928329986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicole &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(runner up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The runner-up, Nicole. This was a close competition between spouses. Unfortunately, she handed it to Fcott when her tops came out a little "too well done,"-if you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Acceptance speeches please. &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/9085436692574612201-6268457088964848041?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6268457088964848041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=6268457088964848041&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6268457088964848041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6268457088964848041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/winner-is.html' title='stellar roasting awards 2008'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SPyhJrF9N0I/AAAAAAAAAho/MXJF96hRqls/s72-c/scott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-7003938170351703797</id><published>2008-10-14T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:58:15.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they exist</title><content type='html'>Do you have blogger buddies you've never really hung out with, but you feel like close friends? The ones you check in on regularly, keep updated on their lives through the bloggity blog, but never actually spend time with? News to ya brother...they exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SPT41To5KjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/K4zxLzR7cH8/s1600-h/amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SPT41To5KjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/K4zxLzR7cH8/s320/amy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257100259736758834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in true form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I had the opportunity to hang out with a few of them. It was great spending time with them and actually having conversations outside of the blog world. Truly enlightening, I suggest it for all.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I would have snapped pictures of the other families, sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-7003938170351703797?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7003938170351703797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=7003938170351703797&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7003938170351703797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7003938170351703797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-exsist.html' title='they exist'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SPT41To5KjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/K4zxLzR7cH8/s72-c/amy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-161810857689994096</id><published>2008-10-02T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:40:11.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your personal invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Sock Hop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bring a package of new socks to donate, enjoy delicious pizza &amp;amp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;dance the night away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nov. 8, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6-9 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Z Pizzeria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3295 S. 2000 E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Salt Lake City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stokedonsocks.org/"&gt;www.stokedonsocks.org&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;The weather is cooling off, and we are feeling an urgency to collect more socks to deliver to the homeless and others in need. Please come join us for this great cause, and help warm some feet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personal invitation&lt;/span&gt;. Pass it on to friends, family, neighbors, random people you barely know...everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOZBjnFSmYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/bfXp2ex8kzQ/s1600-h/poverty_homeless_feet_z_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOZBjnFSmYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/bfXp2ex8kzQ/s320/poverty_homeless_feet_z_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252958095416662402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-161810857689994096?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/161810857689994096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=161810857689994096&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/161810857689994096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/161810857689994096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-personal-invitation.html' title='your personal invitation'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOZBjnFSmYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/bfXp2ex8kzQ/s72-c/poverty_homeless_feet_z_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-2145038979721354046</id><published>2008-10-01T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:33:49.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good-bye helmet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOQIlU9p6vI/AAAAAAAAAgU/tmIliVnhJDk/s1600-h/helmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOQIlU9p6vI/AAAAAAAAAgU/tmIliVnhJDk/s320/helmet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252332502796331762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Helmet,&lt;br /&gt;You have become a special friend of our family, and you will be missed tremendously. Though it is difficult to see you go, we know it is for the best. Thank you for all of the therapy you have given by rounding out Luke's head. Thank you for the countless times you saved Luke's head during falls &amp;amp; other common 1yr old experiences. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;our crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOP41sBQdhI/AAAAAAAAAgM/uFd9iECu6_o/s1600-h/lukas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOP41sBQdhI/AAAAAAAAAgM/uFd9iECu6_o/s320/lukas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252315191677318674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the doctor said it was time to take the helmet off, we asked if we could keep it on him for 3 additional weeks. He was just learning to walk, and we knew it would come in handy. We were right. Now it is good-bye forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-2145038979721354046?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2145038979721354046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=2145038979721354046&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2145038979721354046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2145038979721354046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodbye-helmet.html' title='good-bye helmet'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOQIlU9p6vI/AAAAAAAAAgU/tmIliVnhJDk/s72-c/helmet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-1002165113815998613</id><published>2008-10-01T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:37:25.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apple fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOP3tNocarI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-RdDOr_E_Xc/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOP3tNocarI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-RdDOr_E_Xc/s320/sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252313946569599666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our crew had a great time at the 1st annual Apple Fest over the weekend! The Roper's really know how to put on an event. Thanks for the fun &amp;amp; memories. We'll see you next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOP3nYgdUyI/AAAAAAAAAf8/i4QJSMx2xyE/s1600-h/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOP3nYgdUyI/AAAAAAAAAf8/i4QJSMx2xyE/s320/horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252313846409679650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOP3gzjl0FI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fqf52QfzE9I/s1600-h/tractor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOP3gzjl0FI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fqf52QfzE9I/s320/tractor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252313733411491922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is classic! I had to get a picture.&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/9085436692574612201-1002165113815998613?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1002165113815998613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=1002165113815998613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1002165113815998613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1002165113815998613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/apple-fest.html' title='apple fest'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOP3tNocarI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-RdDOr_E_Xc/s72-c/sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-7207354034339262010</id><published>2008-09-30T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:29:17.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>golden arches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOLsusFoLPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/qzojBPKRQOc/s1600-h/images-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOLsusFoLPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/qzojBPKRQOc/s320/images-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252020402320321778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryn: "When I am 18 I can go there."&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: "That's right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's never been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-7207354034339262010?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7207354034339262010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=7207354034339262010&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7207354034339262010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7207354034339262010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/golen-arches.html' title='golden arches'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SOLsusFoLPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/qzojBPKRQOc/s72-c/images-3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-6462093314879558487</id><published>2008-09-29T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:45:07.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the answer</title><content type='html'>a &amp;amp; c &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/9085436692574612201-6462093314879558487?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6462093314879558487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=6462093314879558487&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6462093314879558487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6462093314879558487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/answer.html' title='the answer'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-5376718322303222992</id><published>2008-09-26T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:25:23.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>put it on your agenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNz4jOWwKnI/AAAAAAAAAfM/3gyCFhBQ2Gs/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNz4jOWwKnI/AAAAAAAAAfM/3gyCFhBQ2Gs/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250344549639793266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;movie.&lt;div&gt;Based on a true story about Highland Rugby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitch &amp;amp; I went to the premiere Thursday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a guess about what happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) When they asked the actresses/actors to stand up for recognition, I stood up with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) A large man choked on popcorn and the paramedics came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russell_M._Nelson"&gt;Elder Nelson&lt;/a&gt; was in the audience watching the movie too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The correct answer will be revealed on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-5376718322303222992?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5376718322303222992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=5376718322303222992&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5376718322303222992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5376718322303222992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/put-it-on-your-agenda.html' title='put it on your agenda'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNz4jOWwKnI/AAAAAAAAAfM/3gyCFhBQ2Gs/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-7100600649243620068</id><published>2008-09-20T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:25:48.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you weren't there...</title><content type='html'>...you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; seriously&lt;/span&gt; missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When:&lt;/span&gt; Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;U of U&lt;/span&gt;, outside Union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purpose:&lt;/span&gt; Snowboarding video premiere for the bestests, Jer &amp;amp; JP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other Entertainment Provided by:&lt;/span&gt; Kathy &amp;amp; Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNWJcrZfKUI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dX_cIDiUmdg/s1600-h/jer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNWJcrZfKUI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dX_cIDiUmdg/s1600-h/jer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNWJcrZfKUI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dX_cIDiUmdg/s320/jer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248252066549147970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jer&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;JP&lt;br /&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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNWJXsETLZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6e_MDfZ98Gc/s1600-h/jp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNWJXsETLZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6e_MDfZ98Gc/s320/jp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248251980829371794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Their snowboarding was epic. As usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the show started Sher&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (Jer's wifey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dared Kathy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(pictured below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;entertain the crowd&lt;/span&gt; by getting up on stage and dancing to the music. She offered us $50 each.&lt;br /&gt;Done and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNWJQXO16hI/AAAAAAAAAes/cVuX0neBMBc/s1600-h/cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNWJQXO16hI/AAAAAAAAAes/cVuX0neBMBc/s320/cathy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248251854977362450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The DJ was below the screen, center stage at the table.&lt;br /&gt;We performed on both sides of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNWJKdCFGZI/AAAAAAAAAek/eUNLzWrenSM/s1600-h/dance.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNWJKdCFGZI/AAAAAAAAAek/eUNLzWrenSM/s320/dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248251753455229330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you recognize Kathy, it is probably because you saw her featured on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What Not To Wear&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Her dance skills were also exhibited there. True entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-7100600649243620068?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7100600649243620068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=7100600649243620068&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7100600649243620068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7100600649243620068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-werent-there.html' title='if you weren&apos;t there...'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNWJcrZfKUI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dX_cIDiUmdg/s72-c/jer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-7002981772008776216</id><published>2008-09-17T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:06:44.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chili party &amp; horse race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNGUSbiiy2I/AAAAAAAAAeU/xyL-MqB32Zk/s1600-h/again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNGUSbiiy2I/AAAAAAAAAeU/xyL-MqB32Zk/s320/again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247138085214538594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The invite. Letter pressed and all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Annual&lt;br /&gt;Chili Party &amp;amp; Horse Race&lt;br /&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Briar really know how to throw a party. We've been attending this since it's conception 7 years ago, and like a small child it has grown tremendously. It was when I saw the megaphone I definitely knew this annual "get together" was on another level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNGOOSxgTbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/wzA5ukKSwGo/s1600-h/mega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNGOOSxgTbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/wzA5ukKSwGo/s320/mega.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247131417072127410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictured here the hosts &amp;amp; the megaphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNGCQElXUTI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DqHXCEICRL8/s1600-h/ripping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNGCQElXUTI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DqHXCEICRL8/s320/ripping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247118253483315506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two horses racing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNGCaHjQKnI/AAAAAAAAAd8/kVcLB8NkcZg/s1600-h/winner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNGCaHjQKnI/AAAAAAAAAd8/kVcLB8NkcZg/s320/winner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247118426078456434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winner, Winner, Winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(chode smoke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently asked ?'s&lt;br /&gt;Q-What is a chili party &amp;amp; horse race?&lt;br /&gt;A-A party where the attendees eat chili and have a horse race.&lt;br /&gt;Q-Again, what is a horse race?&lt;br /&gt;A-Each person is a horse. You must give yourself a horse name. Two horses sit in front of the other attendees and rip newspaper. The attendees place bets on which horse will rip the fastest (to the end of the newspaper strip) without ripping off to the side. Process of elimination, and in the end there is a winner.&lt;br /&gt;Q-What was your horse name?&lt;br /&gt;A-Me: Kamikaze, Mitch: Ned Pepper&lt;br /&gt;Q-Who are Ben &amp;amp; Briar?&lt;br /&gt;A-A moment of silence please...the greatest party-throwers ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-7002981772008776216?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7002981772008776216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=7002981772008776216&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7002981772008776216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/7002981772008776216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/chili-party-horse-race.html' title='chili party &amp; horse race'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNGUSbiiy2I/AAAAAAAAAeU/xyL-MqB32Zk/s72-c/again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-2977522370203384449</id><published>2008-09-17T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:44:05.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boomerang girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNFmshReyPI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6kyB1eDeECo/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNFmshReyPI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6kyB1eDeECo/s320/girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247087955895306482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some interesting facts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*3 out of 5 are named Katie&lt;br /&gt;*we all grew up here&lt;br /&gt;*we all moved away&lt;br /&gt;*we all live this beautiful little valley again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-2977522370203384449?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2977522370203384449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=2977522370203384449&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2977522370203384449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2977522370203384449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/boomerang-girls.html' title='boomerang girls'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SNFmshReyPI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6kyB1eDeECo/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-6279059711081209390</id><published>2008-09-13T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:53:01.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart this</title><content type='html'>This video/song brings me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;The choreography is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;The love story. I'm "in love with love."&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, the car accident reminds me of my Dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I miss him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to cry &amp; dance along with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7zacNOh9bzffar0zZ&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7zacNOh9bzffar0zZ&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3tyvz_adele-chasing-pavements_music"&gt;Adele - Chasing Pavements&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/slzaza"&gt;slzaza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-6279059711081209390?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6279059711081209390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=6279059711081209390&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6279059711081209390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6279059711081209390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-heart-this.html' title='i heart this'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-290963084354104925</id><published>2008-09-10T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:36:19.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>routines</title><content type='html'>Deep thoughts on routines...&lt;div&gt;Some may refer to routines as mundane. Not I. I thrive on routines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Routines can create a sense of security &amp;amp; stability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Routines can ease transitions that may otherwise be difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few of my routines...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning, afternoon, and nightly routines with the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleaning routine throughout the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Routine for getting kids ready for church.&lt;/div&gt;Routine for brushing &amp;amp; flossing teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently Mitch and I added to our nightly routine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*get the kids in bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*grab 2 cupcakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*meet at the tv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*watch an episode or two of Alias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my new favorite routine, and I look forward to it every night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note-mitch bought the alias box set from a garage sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another side note-at times throughout the day we refer to one another like we are characters on Alias. When my finger nail bent backwards the other day while working in the yard. Mitch said, "That's good. You've got to toughen up to get prepared for interrogations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another side note-Mitch grounded me from blogging. It didn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SMhBZRYy19I/AAAAAAAAAdM/FlGoDyCqyR4/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SMhBZRYy19I/AAAAAAAAAdM/FlGoDyCqyR4/s320/cupcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244513668492875730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9085436692574612201-290963084354104925?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/290963084354104925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=290963084354104925&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/290963084354104925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/290963084354104925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/routines.html' title='routines'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SMhBZRYy19I/AAAAAAAAAdM/FlGoDyCqyR4/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-1896568674762027174</id><published>2008-09-04T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:46:59.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SMBYRe8KGhI/AAAAAAAAAc0/lZ7w4s1GRX4/s1600-h/big+birtha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SMBYRe8KGhI/AAAAAAAAAc0/lZ7w4s1GRX4/s320/big+birtha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242287023645661714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch claims he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; a truck. Well, here she is...Big Bertha. Unlike my vehicle, I had no problem coming up with a name for this truck. As soon as I opened the door to view this beauty, it just hit me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Bertha...you're home, we've missed you, we must have known you in the previous life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so much easier to name the older vehicles. They have great character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Facts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bought her for $700&lt;br /&gt;*he put $300 into her for "proper" functioning&lt;br /&gt;*justified it to haul trees and mulch for the yard&lt;br /&gt;*just got back from a huge dump run&lt;br /&gt;*while riding in it I feel closer to my roots&lt;br /&gt;*strongly encouraging him to sell it when the yard is finished and make a profit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Features...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the beautiful blue really brings out her headlights&lt;br /&gt;*bigger bed&lt;br /&gt;*electric windows&lt;br /&gt;*my personal favorite, randomly hongs!&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my favorite feature has been "fixed." She's just not the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-1896568674762027174?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1896568674762027174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=1896568674762027174&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1896568674762027174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1896568674762027174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-dear.html' title='oh dear...'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SMBYRe8KGhI/AAAAAAAAAc0/lZ7w4s1GRX4/s72-c/big+birtha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-1799683322945142349</id><published>2008-09-01T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:58:13.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quirks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As requested by Camille, here are six or so quirks about me. Not sure if it is safe to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;divulge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this information about myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Opera sing in high pitches when I'm extremely excited, cold, or scared. If you've ever been around me during one of these instances, you know exactly what I am referring to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;There will be dancing. My regular rooms are the kitchen &amp;amp; bathroom. To be honest, it is so much more than dancing, I pretend that it is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; music video and I go all out. Quite a sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Love to turn plastic water bottles upside down and put my chin in the bottom. It fits perfectly and feels oh so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Clench my jaw and grind my teeth when I hold babies. This is completely necessary so that I don't squeeze them to death from their cuteness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Buy &amp;amp; save clothes. When I get something new, I don't wear it right away. I typically save them for special days or fun plans. Just counted, and in my closet right now there are 12 items of clothing that have never been worn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Apparently I need to make fun plans&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Name my journals &amp;amp; my cars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;-Current journal is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Abundantly Blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;After each entry I sign out with the journal name, then my name. Can't believe I am admitting this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;-Here are some past car names...nora, spanky verde, little buddy, stallion, ruby sue, peeker, and russell the love muscle. Current car is not named, and I am taking suggestions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;One more for good measure. This one is debatable. Personally refuse to believe this is a quirk, but some have informed me otherwise. Dip my fries in chocolate shakes. They belong together.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-1799683322945142349?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1799683322945142349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=1799683322945142349&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1799683322945142349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1799683322945142349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/quirks.html' title='quirks'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4918851732903509647</id><published>2008-08-28T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:26:54.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have debated on and off all day whether or not to post this, but in the end I couldn't resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day of surprise, food, fun and most importantly...reflection.&lt;br /&gt;While in the temple today I reflected on the past 29 years of my life. To say the least, I have been abundantly blessed. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There are no words to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adequately&lt;/span&gt; express my feelings toward my greatest blessings- Mitch, Bryn &amp;amp; Luke. To put it mildly, I am insanely in love with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are millions of billions of reasons I love Mitch, but it's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little things&lt;/span&gt; I love about him the most. The way he makes me feel, the way he makes me laugh, the way he interacts with our kids, the way he believes in me, his silliness, his thoughtfulness, his uniqueness, his desire to do what is right, and on and on and on. As you can see, I need no additional reasons to be in love with this boy. So I ask myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why does he go to these extremes? &lt;/span&gt;The surprise itself was great, but what impresses me the most is all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little things&lt;/span&gt; he did to pull it off. He planned/prepared for months, and it went perfectly. Now I'm wishing my reaction could have been recorded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SLd77a0oKAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/gy3ss3hQaUI/s1600-h/surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SLd77a0oKAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/gy3ss3hQaUI/s320/surprise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239792952211417090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-thank you love-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-4918851732903509647?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4918851732903509647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4918851732903509647&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4918851732903509647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4918851732903509647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-things.html' title='little things'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SLd77a0oKAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/gy3ss3hQaUI/s72-c/surprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4675777598671159292</id><published>2008-08-26T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:18:23.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost &amp; claimed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SLRHedePclI/AAAAAAAAAb8/n2gurGKFdww/s1600-h/earrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SLRHedePclI/AAAAAAAAAb8/n2gurGKFdww/s320/earrings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238890855171846738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only 14 yrs old when these earrings entered my life. A girl by the name of Liz Pugh slept over the night before our big dance competition and left them. They sat around for years. Over time they grew on me, and I started wearing them. Though they never truly belong to me, I claimed them as my own by wearing them so often.&lt;br /&gt;These earrings and I have been through so much together, and as a result I have become attached. They've been with me through various boyfriends, college, performances, meeting, dating &amp;amp; marrying Mitch, and raising two amazing children. They've traveled with me to very exotic places including, Switzerland, Italy, Wallsburg, and Costa Rica. I am starting to wonder if &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common-law_marriage"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;common law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would apply to them?&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking about how I should probably return them to their rightful owner. I haven't seen her since high school, so if you happen to know where she is, please let me know. Also, if I've ever received a compliment about these earrings I've always responded with, "Thanks, they are Liz Pugh's." It is time I send them home. I wonder if she will remember them?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever claimed something that someone lost/left?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-4675777598671159292?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4675777598671159292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4675777598671159292&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4675777598671159292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4675777598671159292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-claimed.html' title='lost &amp; claimed'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SLRHedePclI/AAAAAAAAAb8/n2gurGKFdww/s72-c/earrings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-1236988428297458482</id><published>2008-08-22T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:14:41.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>horrible habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SK7hyx-I0zI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Wy6Gx-wws60/s1600-h/cereal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SK7hyx-I0zI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Wy6Gx-wws60/s320/cereal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237371679202136882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts off innocently.&lt;br /&gt;I simply think,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you've worked hard today, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; a bowl of cereal before bed&lt;/span&gt;. Next thing I know, I am pouring yet another bowl. Last Tuesday evening it got worse, I went for a 3rd bowl and went to bed sick! What is wrong with me? This is such a horrible habit! Happy to report that last night was just one bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else share this habit, or something like it? Please confess to me, it will make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kristi, I heard the Raisin Bran in your mouth as we were talking last night at 10:30pm...so you better admit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-1236988428297458482?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1236988428297458482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=1236988428297458482&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1236988428297458482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1236988428297458482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/horrible-habit.html' title='horrible habit'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SK7hyx-I0zI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Wy6Gx-wws60/s72-c/cereal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-2735427713178274428</id><published>2008-08-19T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:04:31.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jack + dance pit = best concert ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SKuYJ8Z-08I/AAAAAAAAAbc/kATb9bzDyqM/s1600-h/me+%26+nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SKuYJ8Z-08I/AAAAAAAAAbc/kATb9bzDyqM/s320/me+%26+nicole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236446288349680578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing for our photo, and preparing to photo bomb others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SKuYfC4oacI/AAAAAAAAAbs/SkLICD1qTys/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SKuYfC4oacI/AAAAAAAAAbs/SkLICD1qTys/s320/girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236446650866100674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt; (dancing queen), amber, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SKuYT2GQInI/AAAAAAAAAbk/BKhGJ74aJCc/s1600-h/blue+bands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SKuYT2GQInI/AAAAAAAAAbk/BKhGJ74aJCc/s320/blue+bands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236446458455007858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently you needed blue wristbands to get in very front "dance pit" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; for everyone we didn't have them (at first). A few songs into it, the stars all aligned and these blue beauties were acquired from those who were...shall we say...not completely cognitively aware. These were the tickets "in" and from this point on we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; the dance pit.&lt;br /&gt;My band is official, stuck together with gum.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole's is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;impostor&lt;/span&gt;, but it worked.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki, your request was granted. Not only by me, but also by some other woman who we did not know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-2735427713178274428?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2735427713178274428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=2735427713178274428&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2735427713178274428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/2735427713178274428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/jack-best-concert-ever.html' title='jack + dance pit = best concert ever!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SKuYJ8Z-08I/AAAAAAAAAbc/kATb9bzDyqM/s72-c/me+%26+nicole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4185219968475514394</id><published>2008-08-13T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:03:08.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>name a price $</title><content type='html'>He's on a selling spree...&lt;br /&gt;it all started with Rukas (the scooter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SKOnwCr8zkI/AAAAAAAAAaU/7E3FU_AT6DE/s1600-h/rukas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SKOnwCr8zkI/AAAAAAAAAaU/7E3FU_AT6DE/s320/rukas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234211635731418690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next thing I know, Russell the Love Muscle (the truck) is listed and he's receiving calls. It too is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SKOnoijd5cI/AAAAAAAAAaM/UzzU-XHU7Vs/s1600-h/russell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SKOnoijd5cI/AAAAAAAAAaM/UzzU-XHU7Vs/s320/russell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234211506846819778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is getting addicted. Admittedly, I am feeling a little left out. Now I've got the itch...what should I sell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we should all know there are consequences to actions. Here are ours...&lt;br /&gt;Sold scooter...profited $500&lt;br /&gt;Sold truck...now we are a one car family. What was he thinking? How long do you think we will make it? Somewhat of an experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mitch just said, "what do you want, name the price." yikes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-4185219968475514394?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4185219968475514394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4185219968475514394&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4185219968475514394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4185219968475514394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/name-price.html' title='name a price $'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SKOnwCr8zkI/AAAAAAAAAaU/7E3FU_AT6DE/s72-c/rukas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-9039219309655070614</id><published>2008-08-05T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:09:10.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite skater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJkrOxJ-RmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iGcM4kV4hPk/s1600-h/skater.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;props to you my love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJkrOxJ-RmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iGcM4kV4hPk/s320/skater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231259974880872034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There he goes again, shying away from attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks to the guy under the hat &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and some other people)&lt;/span&gt;, this small town now has a skatepark. He has been extremely involved throughout the entire process as a member of the "skate committee." It's been amazing to watch his dream become a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dig...&lt;br /&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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJkrGKz5e-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v3Xfg_ibmns/s1600-h/dig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJkrGKz5e-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/v3Xfg_ibmns/s320/dig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231259827148782562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...looks like something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJkq_cnheFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/F0Nj84SsSiA/s1600-h/coping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJkq_cnheFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/F0Nj84SsSiA/s320/coping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231259711669631058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a skatepark.&lt;br /&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/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJkqzo5HU3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/pmElMoi2M3c/s1600-h/timp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJkqzo5HU3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/pmElMoi2M3c/s320/timp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231259508806210418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;love the view&lt;/span&gt; behind it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To put it mildly, he's loving it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving watching him.&lt;br /&gt;Come visit us, bring your deck, and get your skate on.&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/9085436692574612201-9039219309655070614?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/9039219309655070614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=9039219309655070614&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/9039219309655070614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/9039219309655070614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-favorite-skater.html' title='my favorite skater'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJkrOxJ-RmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iGcM4kV4hPk/s72-c/skater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-4066036926299452583</id><published>2008-08-01T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:46:41.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Legs</title><content type='html'>Introducing...Ariel and her human legs!&lt;br /&gt;Anytime Bryn is in a nightgown or dress she cries for "human legs." She truly believes that she is Ariel, at least this week.&lt;br /&gt;We finally figured it out one night. I pulled her nightgown up like this, and with the biggest smile you've ever seen she marveled at her beautiful "human legs." It was as though she had legs for the first time, just like Ariel. To say the least, we are thoroughly entertained by her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJPYYikc2JI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PP_z9aYPRQo/s1600-h/ariel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJPYYikc2JI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PP_z9aYPRQo/s320/ariel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229761508415428754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJOSfgzGFRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oqFZoe2pNKQ/s1600-h/legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJOSfgzGFRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oqFZoe2pNKQ/s320/legs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229684662385120530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now she is starting to dress Lukas up. They both think it is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;I heard them laughing in her room last week, and walked in to find this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJOSVZj_9ZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/IKgeZy4jYC8/s1600-h/dress+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJOSVZj_9ZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/IKgeZy4jYC8/s320/dress+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229684488644064658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-4066036926299452583?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4066036926299452583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=4066036926299452583&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4066036926299452583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/4066036926299452583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/human-legs.html' title='Human Legs'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SJPYYikc2JI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PP_z9aYPRQo/s72-c/ariel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-1893956056404610274</id><published>2008-07-27T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:04:12.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Highlight of my Summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;"&gt;Demolition Derby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Those who know me, know that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with this event. I plan my entire Summer around it, and buy tickets early. For some odd reason the derby brings me so much joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Simply put, I love it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SI0Rzc7EmBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/B498Wr0t5fs/s1600-h/cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SI0Rzc7EmBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/B498Wr0t5fs/s320/cars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227854318081972242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the truck session, one of them flipped! Pictured below is one truck on top of the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SI0SoJBsvCI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9D3qqhps4uQ/s1600-h/flip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SI0SoJBsvCI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9D3qqhps4uQ/s320/flip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227855223274126370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fellow Friends &amp;amp; Fans&lt;br /&gt;Dean &amp;amp; Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SI0SKrAwaQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/aAEtWqjYoO4/s1600-h/Dean+%26+Audrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SI0SKrAwaQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/aAEtWqjYoO4/s320/Dean+%26+Audrey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227854717000902914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eddie, Tracie, &amp;amp; Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SI0SEn1U45I/AAAAAAAAAYY/uQe26l4Pr48/s1600-h/Garcias%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SI0SEn1U45I/AAAAAAAAAYY/uQe26l4Pr48/s320/Garcias%27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227854613068440466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mitch &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confession: Yes, I am wearing a hat yet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A direct result of me refusing to do my hair this Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SI0R9jnrUiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6SxAsyd7NMk/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SI0R9jnrUiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6SxAsyd7NMk/s320/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227854491678364194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-1893956056404610274?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1893956056404610274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=1893956056404610274&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1893956056404610274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/1893956056404610274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/demolition-derby.html' title='The Highlight of my Summer...'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SI0Rzc7EmBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/B498Wr0t5fs/s72-c/cars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-5744928201873287050</id><published>2008-07-25T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T08:06:41.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Princess Spiderman B-Day Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIqheTae5HI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WeHfHFldLAo/s1600-h/bite.jpg"&gt;Happy Birthday Bryn!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially 3 years old. Mitch &amp;amp; I always say we are done&lt;br /&gt;teaching her, because she is already smarter than us.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIqheTae5HI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WeHfHFldLAo/s1600-h/bite.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIqheTae5HI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WeHfHFldLAo/s320/bite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227167859496379506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last month we've been asking Bryn&lt;br /&gt;what type of b-day party she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;One day she would say, "A princess party!"&lt;br /&gt;The next day, "A spiderman party!"&lt;br /&gt;So, I made the final call and came up with this...&lt;br /&gt;...a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;spiderman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIqhq0lj63I/AAAAAAAAAYA/k7zr9h6Y3sk/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIqhq0lj63I/AAAAAAAAAYA/k7zr9h6Y3sk/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227168074559646578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her princess of choice this month, Ariel.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how she got into Spiderman? She's never seen the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She partied with some of her cousins.&lt;br /&gt;We'll probably start the friend parties next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIqhkOwhP-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/I_sYIjHMx-w/s1600-h/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIqhkOwhP-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/I_sYIjHMx-w/s320/cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227167961325846498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In my Dad's words (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if he were here&lt;/span&gt;), "two knot-heads."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love this girl! She has brought so much joy into our lives. Our lives changed forever the day she was born. All of the sudden there was an instant bond with this beautiful child that inspired us to live better, be happier, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;live life more fully, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;work harder, always strive to be close to the Lord, be kind, be good examples, and overall improve our quality of life by merely having her in it. We realized that we have a profound responsibility to positively impact her life, and I pray everyday the Lord will guide us in doing that. It was such an important and necessary transition when we realized life wasn't about us anymore, it was about her, and now them. We finally understand selflessness. Everyday we are so entertained by her. I feel so blessed to be her Mom, and I tell her that all of the time. Being a Mom is incredibly rewarding (those words don't do justice). I feel abundantly blessed to be married to Mitch and together raise our children. It is better than I ever imagined. Well, I guess with that all I can say is Amen.&lt;br /&gt;BTW--she is high on sugar, and still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-5744928201873287050?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5744928201873287050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=5744928201873287050&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5744928201873287050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/5744928201873287050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-girl-in-house.html' title='A Princess Spiderman B-Day Party!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIqheTae5HI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WeHfHFldLAo/s72-c/bite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-6051692683980050173</id><published>2008-07-22T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:28:45.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Time Had By All ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...or at least by me &amp;amp; Marcae. We went to John Mayer (his performance was just ok for me) and  I couldn't believe how many people weren't getting into it. We decided to take matters into our own hands, literally. Thanks for the fun Marc. We missed you Jamie &amp;amp; Miranda:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYasiDu3KI/AAAAAAAAAXA/eeDIAQPha_s/s1600-h/marc+%26+katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYasiDu3KI/AAAAAAAAAXA/eeDIAQPha_s/s320/marc+%26+katie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225893769969065122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did find these orangies entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYdwboRKEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/FE6Qsrvjidc/s1600-h/orangies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYdwboRKEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/FE6Qsrvjidc/s320/orangies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225897135497619522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The party really started when the air guitar came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYaNoN_yOI/AAAAAAAAAW4/IVivfxatRbM/s1600-h/air+guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYaNoN_yOI/AAAAAAAAAW4/IVivfxatRbM/s320/air+guitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225893239046785250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did our best to make it lively.&lt;br /&gt;No one was even dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYaBIdUfjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-rQLyLH5tZk/s1600-h/handstands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYaBIdUfjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-rQLyLH5tZk/s320/handstands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225893024362692146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the concert we took a little detour to get some natural gas for&lt;br /&gt;Marcaes' amazing car. I found this to be very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYZeWLCCUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/oTiQ1nmNGAA/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYZeWLCCUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/oTiQ1nmNGAA/s320/sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225892426748660034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ummm... is this true? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fills up her car &lt;/span&gt;for less than what one gallon of gas costs? It truly was a beautiful thing to experience. Thanks for letting me witness Marc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYY_vxRAmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oKz7xZslio/s1600-h/marc%27s+total.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYY_vxRAmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oKz7xZslio/s320/marc%27s+total.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225891901043966562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's only an old honda accord, not some crazy huge truck.&lt;br /&gt;How can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYYZWAOzWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UOauboTrc8Y/s1600-h/katie%27s+total.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYYZWAOzWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UOauboTrc8Y/s320/katie%27s+total.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225891241292385634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-6051692683980050173?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6051692683980050173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=6051692683980050173&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6051692683980050173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6051692683980050173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/marcae-i-went-to-john-mayer-concert.html' title='A Good Time Had By All ...'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SIYasiDu3KI/AAAAAAAAAXA/eeDIAQPha_s/s72-c/marc+%26+katie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-962733655978716230</id><published>2008-07-15T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:58:59.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car-B-Que</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;One must obtain the following items to indulge in a car-b-que.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SHzDzC4uq4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/MCyrzaTXtG0/s1600-h/pringles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SHzDzC4uq4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/MCyrzaTXtG0/s200/pringles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223264949558487938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SHzDs8E6GzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vPgrCe5b470/s1600-h/jerkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SHzDs8E6GzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vPgrCe5b470/s200/jerkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223264844651305778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SHzDn_oZAlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/GA6U-Rp0de4/s1600-h/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SHzDn_oZAlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/GA6U-Rp0de4/s200/cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223264759706092114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mitch's latest invention, the car-b-que.&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday we were on our way to the "big city" for a bbq  with friends. About half way there we stopped to buy some treats. While finishing the drive, we of course couldn't wait to dig in.&lt;br /&gt;In Mitch's words, "we're having a car-b-que. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my opinion it's the greatest thing since "Mitch-ups."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;"&gt;How to properly perform a "Mitch-up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SHzL1dnxP6I/AAAAAAAAAV4/j9hzq3DRhLA/s1600-h/snickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 138px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SHzL1dnxP6I/AAAAAAAAAV4/j9hzq3DRhLA/s200/snickers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223273787187871650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*Lay on back in regular sit-up position&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*Place a Snickers candy bar between knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*Sit up &amp;amp; crunch those abs as you take a bite of Snickers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;There you have it.&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/9085436692574612201-962733655978716230?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/962733655978716230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=962733655978716230&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/962733655978716230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/962733655978716230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/car-b-que.html' title='Car-B-Que'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SHzDzC4uq4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/MCyrzaTXtG0/s72-c/pringles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085436692574612201.post-6995564410364610419</id><published>2008-07-10T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:08:42.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...Jack called the other day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SHYnjBVKZAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2RpFqCI7Uy4/s1600-h/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SHYnjBVKZAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2RpFqCI7Uy4/s320/jack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221404300588770306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just wanted to make sure everything is in place. I reminded him that he and his family are welcome to stay with us while they are in UT.&lt;br /&gt;He also reminded me to invite all of you to come with me to his concert in August. I told him I would put it on my blog and it would spread like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wildfire&lt;/span&gt;, or in his case &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brushfire_Fairytales"&gt;brushfire fairytales&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Girl's Night Out--&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jack Johnson Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Who:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every girl I know, and even the ones I don't (everyone is invited!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;August 18th, Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Where:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;USANA amphitheatre. Lawn section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why not? It will be an amazing event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, ok, so maybe I don't know Jack or his family personally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...I know someone (JP) who went on a surf trip with him, and sure enough he pulled out the guitar for a private little groove. Not jealous at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085436692574612201-6995564410364610419?l=katienmitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6995564410364610419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085436692574612201&amp;postID=6995564410364610419&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6995564410364610419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085436692574612201/posts/default/6995564410364610419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katienmitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/sojack-called-other-day.html' title='So...Jack called the other day'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338856628568927014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_56OaQ8wAXxE/SHYnjBVKZAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2RpFqCI7Uy4/s72-c/jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
