<?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-8570803933353819314</id><updated>2011-10-12T07:38:16.832-06:00</updated><category term='grandpas'/><category term='human trafficking'/><category term='Truth'/><category term='Temples'/><category term='Potty Training'/><category term='trips'/><category term='Carla'/><category term='Toddlers'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='boys'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='updates'/><category term='Yumminess'/><category term='Poop'/><category term='Freebies'/><category term='train'/><category term='benefit concert'/><category 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href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-7885636469827533603</id><published>2011-04-14T07:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:37:32.504-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child Rescue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child trafficking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fundraising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human trafficking'/><title type='text'>Updates to come... but in the meantime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tippingbucket.org"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqDvNeXHSlw/Ta-x2onN_pI/AAAAAAAABh8/ecgjPsEg3pI/s400/201429_10150238983275041_514605040_9099731_3648081_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597888414017781394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I know, I promised to update then I did really well, and then I dropped off the radar... Pregnancy will do that to you, especially when your sick the entire time. Anywho... that's not what my post is for today, it's for something vastly more important and dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that Nick &amp;amp; I and My Brother &amp;amp; Sister in-law have started a charity to combat human trafficking, and more specifically, the sexual exploitation of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will devote another post to that and explaining it in more detail, but in a nutshell... all over Canada &amp;amp; the US, children as young as 5 are being sold for sex... these kids are not just runaways or from "broken homes" some are kidnapped, and all are in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1st we're holding a police training in Utah where officers will be better educated on this (we have our partners and good friends, &lt;a href="http://apogeezone.com"&gt;Apogee Consulting&lt;/a&gt; from the LAPD running the training) as well as a survivor of trafficking who was kidnapped from a restaurant. The training will have police officers from all over the US and even from Canada in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The training costs money, and we have this thing called &lt;a href="http://tippingbucket.org"&gt;tipping bucket&lt;/a&gt; where we set a goal, and if we meet our goal, we get all the donations, and if we don't... no one's credit cards are charged and we get nothing. We now have less than 24 hours to reach our goal. Every dollar counts, every drop in the bucket counts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help us to reach our goal, and more importantly to protect our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tippingbucket.org"&gt;www.tippingbucket.org&lt;/a&gt; and for more info on the charity visit &lt;a href="http://childrescue.org"&gt;www.childrescue.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks so much in advance, we truly appreciate your help with this!&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/8570803933353819314-7885636469827533603?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/7885636469827533603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=7885636469827533603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7885636469827533603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7885636469827533603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2011/04/updates-to-come-but-in-meantime.html' title='Updates to come... but in the meantime...'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqDvNeXHSlw/Ta-x2onN_pI/AAAAAAAABh8/ecgjPsEg3pI/s72-c/201429_10150238983275041_514605040_9099731_3648081_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-8571592062665051605</id><published>2011-01-22T20:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T21:09:13.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thomas the train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nixon'/><title type='text'>Train Bday Party</title><content type='html'>These are some shots from Nixon's bday party... it was a train theme, lots of fun! We ate train shaped sandwiches, made celery trains (ants on a log) and had a yummy train cake ! After some games, we had popcorn and watched Thomas... fun party, and surprisingly easy to pull off... perfect for this pregnant momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TTuoGBiEImI/AAAAAAAABhg/fKfmG1FK1to/s1600/NixBday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TTuoGBiEImI/AAAAAAAABhg/fKfmG1FK1to/s400/NixBday2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565226585990373986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goodie bags were lined up like the cars of a train with little felt wheels attached to them... they included a bandana, a train whistle, and whatever candy the kids got from the Pinata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TTuoFmffQFI/AAAAAAAABhY/ulVNfIUmqnw/s1600/NixBday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TTuoFmffQFI/AAAAAAAABhY/ulVNfIUmqnw/s400/NixBday1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565226578731810898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cookie cutter made awesome little sandwiches and my mini loaf pan made perfect train cars with Oreo wheels, candy cargo and licorice tracks! The kids had a lot of fun playing with the train table as well! One of my fave shots is Nixon with his "uncle" Brandon, they're so cute together! Nix was jumping off the back of the couch while Brandon caught him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-8571592062665051605?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/8571592062665051605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=8571592062665051605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8571592062665051605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8571592062665051605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2011/01/train-bday-party.html' title='Train Bday Party'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TTuoGBiEImI/AAAAAAAABhg/fKfmG1FK1to/s72-c/NixBday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-4089715458278121242</id><published>2011-01-13T23:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:51:26.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You might be a redneck if'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck Comedy Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larry The Cable Guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff Foxworthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Engvall'/><title type='text'>You might be a redneck if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://a248.e.akamai.net/f/248/905/10m/origin.media.ticketmaster.com/tm/en-ca/dbimages/63487a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 115px;" src="https://a248.e.akamai.net/f/248/905/10m/origin.media.ticketmaster.com/tm/en-ca/dbimages/63487a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You were at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Saddledome&lt;/span&gt; tonight! We went and saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Jeff Foxworthy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Larry the Cable Guy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Bill Engvall&lt;/span&gt;. It was quite entertaining, we saw Jeff Foxworthy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; summer.. or maybe it was 2 summers ago... anywho, he was good, but I really enjoyed all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; of them, especially at the end when they all were on stage and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;feeding&lt;/span&gt; off of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to be out on a date with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;... we used to go on dates ALL THE TIME.. but since I got pregnant and have been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; sick, that's kinda fizzled. We went out for a really rushed dinner before hand, and then after the show, we just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;talked&lt;/span&gt; on the way home, and it was nice... we talked about old relationships (random, I know) and about our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;datingness&lt;/span&gt; (like that word? I was gonna use "courtship" but is just sounds so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;formal&lt;/span&gt;..). It was fun to just sit and chat, I mean we talk all the time, but tonight, it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;, and I liked it. I really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; him and am so grateful for him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was a good, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; night! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Keshia/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-4089715458278121242?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/4089715458278121242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=4089715458278121242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/4089715458278121242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/4089715458278121242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-might-be-redneck-if.html' title='You might be a redneck if...'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-7133332523322585248</id><published>2011-01-12T21:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:43:16.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nixon'/><title type='text'>My lil' Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>So I promised I'd post pictures of Nix on his bday, so here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TS6BmIEg0rI/AAAAAAAABhA/RgEA28dO6Z4/s1600/IMG_0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TS6BmIEg0rI/AAAAAAAABhA/RgEA28dO6Z4/s200/IMG_0703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561525081850565298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TS6Blg9LbzI/AAAAAAAABg4/zwFGsKnPV58/s1600/IMG_0701.jpg"&gt;       &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TS6Blg9LbzI/AAAAAAAABg4/zwFGsKnPV58/s200/IMG_0701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561525071350820658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are him at our special bday dinner at BP's He thoroughly enjoyed eating some delicious cake! (also totally didn't even notice when I dressed him this morning I put on his shirt that has the number "3" on it... very fitting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TS6BmmiM4eI/AAAAAAAABhQ/LLk3rUOnZKw/s1600/IMG_0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TS6BmmiM4eI/AAAAAAAABhQ/LLk3rUOnZKw/s200/IMG_0705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561525090028151266" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TS6BmSQmlAI/AAAAAAAABhI/Mb39smkIZZw/s1600/IMG_0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TS6BmSQmlAI/AAAAAAAABhI/Mb39smkIZZw/s200/IMG_0704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561525084585628674" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TS6BlVg7TyI/AAAAAAAABgw/Szw8p1Yxbw0/s1600/IMG_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TS6BlVg7TyI/AAAAAAAABgw/Szw8p1Yxbw0/s200/IMG_0697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561525068279533346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the beloved train table... I've never seen him this interested in anything before... I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was his bday... more pics after his party this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps... have you noticed how much I've been blogging lately? I'm just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-7133332523322585248?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/7133332523322585248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=7133332523322585248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7133332523322585248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7133332523322585248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-lil-birthday-boy.html' title='My lil&apos; Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TS6BmIEg0rI/AAAAAAAABhA/RgEA28dO6Z4/s72-c/IMG_0703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-6089650825782753535</id><published>2011-01-11T22:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:59:50.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nixon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little man'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LITTLE MAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So today was the boy's birthday! Crazy to think that 3 years ago (actually at this exact time) I was in labour... well, by now I was in the OR prepping for the section... still in labour though! Wow... time flies hey? And now we're expecting another little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surprised him this morning with a train set (yes, the one EVERYONE has from Toys R Us... why mess with a good thing?). He LOVES IT! He hasn't stopped playing with it all day... Excellent investment for me by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day by going out to dinner at Boston Pizza's... it was fun! We really don't take our kids out for dinner much... usually if we're gonna eat out, it's just take out... but it was fun taking them on a little birthday date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry this post is boring, but I took the pictures on my phone and it's ALLL the way downstairs! So I'll post them tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-6089650825782753535?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/6089650825782753535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=6089650825782753535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/6089650825782753535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/6089650825782753535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-to-my-little-man.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LITTLE MAN!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-4496709852298413583</id><published>2011-01-10T12:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:43:35.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catch up'/><title type='text'>Picture Catch-up</title><content type='html'>So I have missed blogging about so much, but luckily I still manage to take pictures, so I was looking through them and since Iphoto categorizes them by date, it's so much easier to go back and see what I've blogged and haven't blogged about. So here are some blog-worthy pics that I want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqY31ODu3I/AAAAAAAABfA/83VITAvwEn0/s1600/IMG_1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqY31ODu3I/AAAAAAAABfA/83VITAvwEn0/s400/IMG_1397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560424774888569714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqY4RaWf9I/AAAAAAAABfI/LJ_2v5Uyfz8/s1600/IMG_1398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqY4RaWf9I/AAAAAAAABfI/LJ_2v5Uyfz8/s400/IMG_1398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560424782456324050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqY3paKd8I/AAAAAAAABe4/SIrT8ciroyM/s1600/IMG_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqY3paKd8I/AAAAAAAABe4/SIrT8ciroyM/s400/IMG_1395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560424771718117314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Liv's first day of preschool, these pictures are now a year old, they were taken last January when she very first started at her school that we LOVE... she was so excited, and she loves it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqbgNL9QlI/AAAAAAAABfg/ETORy7jg5Dk/s1600/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqbgNL9QlI/AAAAAAAABfg/ETORy7jg5Dk/s200/IMG_1400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560427667540230738" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqbfxudgUI/AAAAAAAABfY/mk-7H1XDwv8/s1600/IMG_1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqbfxudgUI/AAAAAAAABfY/mk-7H1XDwv8/s200/IMG_1408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560427660168757570" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqbfYUphRI/AAAAAAAABfQ/TzrMahd6Ex4/s1600/IMG_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqbfYUphRI/AAAAAAAABfQ/TzrMahd6Ex4/s200/IMG_1403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560427653349606674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was hilarious, and surprisingly a lot of fun! This is also back in January of 2010, but Bree had asked me to watch her boys so she could go to a doctor's appt, so I said sure... then, about 10 min after she drops em off, I get a phone call from my bro-in-law asking me to watch their kids 'cause his wife had slipped on the ice and they were taking her to the emergency 'cause she cut her head and had a possible concussion (not the funny part... kinda scary) so I said sure! (What else was I gonna say?) Well... that put me at 7 kids... consisting of one 5 year old, two 3 1/2 year olds, and 4 just barely under or over 2 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;It was intense! But it was super fun... and surprisingly easy! The older kids played dress-up in the basement and watched tree house, while the younger ones played on the main level with some of the smaller toys. They all kept each other company, and then I made a whole mess of Mac and Cheese for lunch and we had a good old time! Made me think I could run a dayhome... (that thought's logged away... never to become a reality.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqfTWxieaI/AAAAAAAABf4/Yin3Eh5On6c/s1600/IMG_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqfTWxieaI/AAAAAAAABf4/Yin3Eh5On6c/s200/IMG_1412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560431844821989794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqfTGmTY7I/AAAAAAAABfw/adT29F-V-Bw/s1600/IMG_1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqfTGmTY7I/AAAAAAAABfw/adT29F-V-Bw/s200/IMG_1410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560431840479896498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqfSqGlPiI/AAAAAAAABfo/wVQmkIKMKgc/s1600/IMG_1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqfSqGlPiI/AAAAAAAABfo/wVQmkIKMKgc/s200/IMG_1409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560431832830656034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things is baking with Liv. We have matching aprons and she just thinks it's the best thing in the world! She's such a good little helper too, she turns on and off the kitchenaid, puts in the ingredients.... basically I'm just there for moral support (and the measuring part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSvo22LVANI/AAAAAAAABgI/ehWdpH6JrqQ/s1600/IMG_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSvo22LVANI/AAAAAAAABgI/ehWdpH6JrqQ/s200/IMG_1416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560794193872617682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSvo2RfORFI/AAAAAAAABgA/trBAtMmObs0/s1600/IMG_1415.jpg"&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSvo2RfORFI/AAAAAAAABgA/trBAtMmObs0/s200/IMG_1415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560794184023950418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics just make me laugh. I actually remember this day too, it was last February and Nixon thought it was hilarious to turn his toy upside down and sit in it... and then when I whipped out the camera, Liv wanted in on the action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSvt3yaERvI/AAAAAAAABgo/nGSmozIK6ps/s1600/IMG_1428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSvt3yaERvI/AAAAAAAABgo/nGSmozIK6ps/s200/IMG_1428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560799707598702322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSvt3Zp7hFI/AAAAAAAABgg/c5EvZIU9CBU/s1600/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSvt3Zp7hFI/AAAAAAAABgg/c5EvZIU9CBU/s200/IMG_1431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560799700954350674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSvtgz8spsI/AAAAAAAABgY/lpljo6xIfDQ/s1600/IMG_1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSvtgz8spsI/AAAAAAAABgY/lpljo6xIfDQ/s200/IMG_1427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560799312875398850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSvtgkoM5bI/AAAAAAAABgQ/VwaFZX-u48A/s1600/IMG_1426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSvtgkoM5bI/AAAAAAAABgQ/VwaFZX-u48A/s200/IMG_1426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560799308762899890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics were taken at one of our fave spots... Playtopia. It's a fun pay place that our kids just love, there's rock climbing (after my own heart), slides, a TON of noisy kids running around... and it all means Fun for the kids and a break for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I'm sleepy, so that's all for now, but will post again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-4496709852298413583?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/4496709852298413583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=4496709852298413583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/4496709852298413583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/4496709852298413583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2011/01/picture-catch-up.html' title='Picture Catch-up'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TSqY31ODu3I/AAAAAAAABfA/83VITAvwEn0/s72-c/IMG_1397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-2102902332969857952</id><published>2011-01-09T21:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:15:29.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Cry Me A River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://redwing.hutman.net/%7Emreed/Assets/crybaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 459px;" src="http://redwing.hutman.net/%7Emreed/Assets/crybaby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Keshia/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;So this post is more of a "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;mommy help&lt;/span&gt;" post than my usual random thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely, completely, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;irrevocably,&lt;/span&gt; adore my little girl... but I have an issue. She cries over &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;! And what I want to know is... is it a phase, or are girls just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; emotional? She is the sweetest most thoughtful and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt; little girl, but if she gets the slightest bit frustrated, she starts to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am trying to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;empathetic&lt;/span&gt; and understanding, but this one is really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; for me. I almost never cry (pregnancy throws that statement out the window though) so it's hard for me to relate. At first I would &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;sweetly&lt;/span&gt; talk to her and help her work through whatever was upsetting her, and now I'm not mean or heartless about it, but I do try to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;explain&lt;/span&gt; to her that it's not something we need to cry about, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;remind&lt;/span&gt; her that she's good at solving problems and then ask her what she thinks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; guys? Anyone have this issue? Anyone have any &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;insight&lt;/span&gt;? By telling her it's nothing to cry about, am I being mean or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;negating&lt;/span&gt; her feelings? I mean... today Nixon disagreed with her and she about started to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ball&lt;/span&gt;... is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any moms out there &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;willing&lt;/span&gt; to share their experience or knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-2102902332969857952?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/2102902332969857952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=2102902332969857952&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2102902332969857952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2102902332969857952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2011/01/cry-me-river.html' title='Cry Me A River'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-5685610172393099825</id><published>2011-01-03T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T10:15:00.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I know in my last post I talked&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;about not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;apologizing&lt;/span&gt; for falling short, so I'm not going to. Just a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; to those who may have noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started to feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt; as Christmas completely snuck up on me this year because I hadn't done &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;nearly&lt;/span&gt; all that I had planned or wanted to. Usually I do an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;immense&lt;/span&gt; amount of service to those that know and many that don't... Usually I pick out the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; gift for all those on my list... usually I do so much &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; with the kids... but not this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;... (Oh PS. did I mention that I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; and we're due to have a little boy in April... hmm.... oh well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; ya know!) This year I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;... This year I was in bed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;MUCH&lt;/span&gt; more than I think I've ever been... This year was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; and not stressful, This year was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;WONDERFUL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; offering service... left right and center... it makes me feel so much more like one of Christ's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;disciples&lt;/span&gt;. I love knowing that someone's day was happier because I took a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; to think of them. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; seeing my friends and family open that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; gift... I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; making gingerbread houses with the kids and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;teaching&lt;/span&gt; them all about Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year I did something I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;rarely&lt;/span&gt; do (at Christmas time or any other)... I had time to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of our Christmas shopping I did &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;online&lt;/span&gt;... and we did a big present for each of the kids and not much else, other than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;stockings&lt;/span&gt; and maybe a book or 2. I did a ton of baking (which I didn't end up giving to anyone because I didn't have time). I still was able to get a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; gift for a few ppl... but I didn't go &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;overboard&lt;/span&gt;... I snuggled my kids, got things done around the house... lots of naps... and it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt; for not being there for a few of my friends when I really would have liked to serve them more... but then I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; that instead, I was there for myself and my family... and we really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; that this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy has totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;slowed&lt;/span&gt; me down... I haven't been able to do so much of what I usually do... but it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;helped&lt;/span&gt; others to be able to serve me, it's helped me take time out for me, which I know I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have done otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's made me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; there's a time and a season for all things... and right now, is time for me to take care of me and my family and make sure &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; healthy because unfortunately, I can't do all that I'd like to right now... but that's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;... I can serve and do all that I want to again soon... the Lord just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;granted&lt;/span&gt; me this little break to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;regroup&lt;/span&gt; and remember to take care of myself... and I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-5685610172393099825?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/5685610172393099825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=5685610172393099825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/5685610172393099825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/5685610172393099825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-out.html' title='Time Out'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-473227615417344567</id><published>2011-01-02T20:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:48:56.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year&apos;s resolution'/><title type='text'>Woah Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woah, Woah, Woah... 2 posts in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; day?! Something's going on! lol. Better watch out before I burn out or get carpal tunnel or something lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Keshia/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-5.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Keshia/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-6.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://paulstallard.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/newyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 428px;" src="http://paulstallard.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/newyear.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, it's January 2nd... a new year... and what does that mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; talking about? Yup... New Year's Resolutions. So... here's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year's Resolution is simply this... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;to do my best&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to make some &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;unattainable&lt;/span&gt; goals that will just depress me when I don't get em done... I just want to do the best that I can, in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; that I do. That means realizing and accepting that today's best may &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be the same as tomorrow's best... and that's OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being the best &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; I can be, being the best &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;wife&lt;/span&gt; I can be... being the best &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;... whatever I do... giving it my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;. And like I said earlier, because of time constraints, amounts of sleep had, and just general &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;situations&lt;/span&gt; that arise in life... my best probably won't ever be the same two days in a row... and that's just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;. I resolve to take each day one step, one minute, one second at a time... and while doing so, thinking, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;am I doing my best&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;apologizing&lt;/span&gt; for falling short, because I'm human and that was the best I could do at the time. It means not making &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;excuses&lt;/span&gt;, and not beating myself up... because how can I expect any more of myself? Or even... any &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this resolution helps me to think more about each and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; that I do... and helps me to enjoy life more fully. Because... that's truly the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; that I can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-473227615417344567?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/473227615417344567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=473227615417344567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/473227615417344567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/473227615417344567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2011/01/woah-now.html' title='Woah Now!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-5990275319102933139</id><published>2011-01-02T20:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:31:07.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggles'/><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder if I've already written a post with that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;header&lt;/span&gt;?... Anywho, yes, it's been a long time since I've posted last... but I've decided not to give up on this &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt; thing... so long as you guys don't give up on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two weeks ago I got the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;sweetest&lt;/span&gt; message on Facebook. One of my friends whom I'm really not very close to, or at least haven't been &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt; wrote me and made me cry. She wrote to me about how she was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for my blog and that she'd been reading it (must have been my previous posts) and it's really &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;touched&lt;/span&gt; her. She wrote about how she's gone through a lot of the same things I have, and had &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;struggled&lt;/span&gt; through many of the same trials. She wrote about how my experiences have helped her not feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;, and have helped her get through some rough times. She also wrote about &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;admiring&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;humbled&lt;/span&gt; to read this extremely unexpected message, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that she wrote it. It made me want to keep writing this blog... even though &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I get lazy. It made me realize that I have no idea how many people I may have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;touched&lt;/span&gt;, and because I'm not afraid to talk about depression and the struggles of life as well as the joys, that others have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;benefited&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life throws us so many &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;curve&lt;/span&gt; balls and sometimes we just want to lay down and cry... which is OK... but then we need to get back &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt;, dust off, and keep on keeping on. That doesn't mean it will get any easier, that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mean we won't have trials... but it does mean that we &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;won't &lt;/span&gt;give up. I really hope that my blog has helped you at some time in your life... or just given you a good &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; (have I told you about Nixon pooping in the vent?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; here, and I'm still &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt;. For me... and for those of you who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Keshia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-5990275319102933139?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/5990275319102933139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=5990275319102933139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/5990275319102933139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/5990275319102933139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2011/01/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-8329029126232687267</id><published>2010-10-14T19:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T20:16:57.952-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, thanksgiving was on Monday and all weekend/week I've been filled with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;gratitude&lt;/span&gt;. You all saw my last post on one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; friend who's just been amazing to me, and I am very blessed to have many others whom are just amazing and have helped me in so many ways. I'm also especially grateful for my wonderful husband. Saturday marked &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;6 incredible&lt;/span&gt; years of marriage for us. Sometimes I can't believe it's been that long, others I think "that's it?!". But yes, Canadian thanksgiving always marks another &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; for us and I get my two favorite things (time with my hubby and turkey dinner!).  (We also had turkey dinner at our wedding... and let me tell ya, those Hutterites &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; how it's done!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v73/55/32/514605040/n514605040_151414_5390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v73/55/32/514605040/n514605040_151414_5390.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lately, I've just been looking at how &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; we are and how it's not fair that others seem to struggle so much, I mean we definitely have our trials and in just about every aspect of our lives... health, finances.. you name it it's been an up and down kinda journey, but when I look at where we are now, so young with so much, I just know the Lord is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;wanting&lt;/span&gt; us to share. I mean how can we not? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; in this life is given to us from our Heavenly Father and we have a choice with what we do with it, but how can we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; express such gratitude and humility by not giving back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where much is given, much is required"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm totally being random with this post, I started out with the complete intention of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; expressing my gratitude in this time of thanksgiving period. A little mush (sincere mush but mush nonetheless) about my family, friends, my husband, and all we are blessed with. Instead I find myself quoting scripture and feeling this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;intense&lt;/span&gt; desire to do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many of you may be thinking "well don't you own a charity?" Well... yes, BUT I've been really lazy lately. I've been tired (exhausted) and just not feeling quite like myself for the past little while, but is that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; an excuse? There is so much to be done in the world, so very much to be done... how can I afford to be lazy? I mean, I've hardly done much work, hardly done much with the charity (the occasional tweet here and there and/or blog post.) I've &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;hardly&lt;/span&gt; done much spiritual-wise. So how can I really be thankful? I know all well that all we have is from the Lord, but do I thank Him near enough? I thank Him for my "blessings" but that's like a catch-all. And why do we wait until &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; when the calendar tells us to give thanks before we do? Once I heard a talk where someone talked about a gratitude journal, where everyday they'd write what they were grateful for and they'd do all they could not to repeat themselves, thus causing them to become very specific in their thanks and causing them to see so many more blessings in their lives. Maybe I'll start that, end each post with an expression of gratitude... of course it would probably be more useful if I wrote more... (this is the third time in a week though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think I'm going to try each day to do one thing to make the world better. Whether it be bringing a special treat to a friend (that was today's) or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;actively&lt;/span&gt; furthering the progress of Child Rescue. I mean, what if God had said "I'm too tired today to answer your prayers... I'll get around to it someday"... I know I'm not as our Heavenly Father and that I am Human and we all have our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;shortcomings&lt;/span&gt; and that there is a time and a season for all things, but maybe if I push just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; harder, maybe if we all push just a little harder the world, or at least our tiny portion of it may be just that much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-8329029126232687267?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/8329029126232687267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=8329029126232687267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8329029126232687267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8329029126232687267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/10/thankful-thursday.html' title='A Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-7029961308675929425</id><published>2010-10-09T09:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:38:59.431-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nixon'/><title type='text'>Just a Widdle Guy</title><content type='html'>No matter what you ask Nixon he is (Are you a baby? Are you a Monkey? etc.) his answer is always the same:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"No, I just a widdle guy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, but my "widdle guy" is looking not so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; these days. I'm grateful he's only 2 (and a half) and I get to spend a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time with him at home still, but still... he's 2 1/2! He's getting so big and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; so many things and although I know I can't make him stay "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;widdle&lt;/span&gt;" forever... I"m making sure I enjoy all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;tantrums&lt;/span&gt;, no reason hugs and kisses and just all the "widdleness" I can because it sure feels like only yesterday he was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TLCKDFbFZ6I/AAAAAAAABck/EMsU5sM7jEI/s1600/3683852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TLCKDFbFZ6I/AAAAAAAABck/EMsU5sM7jEI/s320/3683852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526068528383616930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now he's like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TLCKEdTGl3I/AAAAAAAABc0/kNXN6IG2UYQ/s1600/IMG_6056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TLCKEdTGl3I/AAAAAAAABc0/kNXN6IG2UYQ/s320/IMG_6056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526068551972460402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man I love that little man. He'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; be my baby and will forever be "the boy" and "my little man" and no matter how &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; and grown up he gets, he will always be "my widdle guy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Yes that picture is from our recent pictures taken by Blue Lily and yes I will post about em... when I get around to it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-7029961308675929425?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/7029961308675929425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=7029961308675929425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7029961308675929425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7029961308675929425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-widdle-guy.html' title='Just a Widdle Guy'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/TLCKDFbFZ6I/AAAAAAAABck/EMsU5sM7jEI/s72-c/3683852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-306556991244068419</id><published>2010-10-07T09:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:41:54.039-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesomeness'/><title type='text'>A lil' tribute to my BFFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs658.snc4/61828_636717757284_193308025_35476872_425373_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs658.snc4/61828_636717757284_193308025_35476872_425373_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to miss Bree (yes I'm pretty sure I've done this before lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just had to let everyone know that I have the bestest BFFF! (yes there's an extra f and yes it's an inside joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exceptionally special has caused me to write this post, just thinking about thanksgiving I guess and all that I am grateful for. Bree's one of those friends that will just last forever. She's kind, thoughtful, and just all around amazing. Many of you know that after Nixon was born I suffered from post partum depression. (and I'm not ashamed of it, it's normal, it happens, I got help and worked through it.) Anywho, I was sad, depressed but mostly ridiculously hormonal and crazy... and then I met Bree. Bree literally brought buckets of sunshine and happiness to my life. She talked to me every day, brought me cookies, treats, food, treasures, made me leave the house... and what I'm most grateful for... her friendship. Once I kinda got back into the swing of things and was feeling a little more chipper her service and amazing love didn't stop... it continued. Randomly, she'd still bring cookies, brownies, crave cupcakes, make me go on countless adventures, watch my kids, love my kids... there was no end to her loving care and no way out lol. I was hooked, I found a soulmate, someone I could depend on and tell anything and everything to. Someone who would never even think to judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want her to know how much I love her and how grateful I am for good friends in my life. I have been blessed with some amazing friends throughout the various stages of my life thus far and hope that I can be as good a friend to them as they have been to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna Jean, You're awesome and I wil forever be indebted to you for your graciousness and love. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs100.snc4/36339_405767506299_553431299_5021654_5421101_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs100.snc4/36339_405767506299_553431299_5021654_5421101_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs167.snc1/6252_586716190824_193308025_33877507_6086057_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs167.snc1/6252_586716190824_193308025_33877507_6086057_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-306556991244068419?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/306556991244068419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=306556991244068419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/306556991244068419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/306556991244068419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/10/lil-tribute-to-my-bfff.html' title='A lil&apos; tribute to my BFFF'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-6985756579708676019</id><published>2010-09-02T13:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:52:43.160-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Whaaaat? 2 Posts in 2 days?!!</title><content type='html'>That's right! Another day, another post! And this one is on a very important topic... TELEVISION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOL I know I'm random but that's why you love me! (You DO Love me right?) Well I thought I'd post my fave shows since they all start up again soon! Honestly... if you're looking for some good quality entertainment... look no further!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Keshia/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Keshia/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTPmGyWFuPgj-yGDyIoXwvOJrV-3Yyc42rN0Bfma0eeC1Sp7fQ&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__bSQAKKv9IYfvpXsVZ5S-FaMiPaA="&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 273px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTPmGyWFuPgj-yGDyIoXwvOJrV-3Yyc42rN0Bfma0eeC1Sp7fQ&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__bSQAKKv9IYfvpXsVZ5S-FaMiPaA=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCH a good show! I love it... nerds, a hot girl... what more do you need?.... Bazinga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQfsc6tH15EnTE3SqDyP5HK4swlg8um_VSBzQXFpevncCtjLCc&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__jvPhWvcBgI1ou4Zbz6gW1Y2rPzA="&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 240px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQfsc6tH15EnTE3SqDyP5HK4swlg8um_VSBzQXFpevncCtjLCc&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__jvPhWvcBgI1ou4Zbz6gW1Y2rPzA=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy Jordan... need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRPl7TRcG1eySVj1_nWHPp_Y-x63cfBIbcTL9OXBnAmPeVhSCE&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__5Ooar7YQgJfZvqQkiGVtOM4q20I="&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 197px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRPl7TRcG1eySVj1_nWHPp_Y-x63cfBIbcTL9OXBnAmPeVhSCE&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__5Ooar7YQgJfZvqQkiGVtOM4q20I=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwight... gotta love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTHZ1mpVBSm71J8q3F3sIMKSnJ40P2sJYSHNr8nCv-Ph5LZz1g&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__b0du2ZcT8ucUMXeRCZiCUeYYqi4="&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 140px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTHZ1mpVBSm71J8q3F3sIMKSnJ40P2sJYSHNr8nCv-Ph5LZz1g&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__b0du2ZcT8ucUMXeRCZiCUeYYqi4=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoroughly entertaining and will have you scrutinizing everyone's facial expressions around you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQzqmrc32QuhNjEpDQO_Hp1-f_01rbCGQwUjs6OI4eRSvJgbC0&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__FIYw2qrsVMD6MUb0__05_gBDQio="&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQzqmrc32QuhNjEpDQO_Hp1-f_01rbCGQwUjs6OI4eRSvJgbC0&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__FIYw2qrsVMD6MUb0__05_gBDQio=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Michael Weston... how I love thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQqw345sUMygsksCtH3xPHqpGQHqHp_0ZVxJUrhAPGNLvV7-rw&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__OS8Muq3g34hahrOD5NaVu5pm_7U="&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQqw345sUMygsksCtH3xPHqpGQHqHp_0ZVxJUrhAPGNLvV7-rw&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__OS8Muq3g34hahrOD5NaVu5pm_7U=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGEN... wait for it, and I hope you're not lactose intolerent 'cause this next part... is DAIRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ9GPjVUNmLXuLUIXfZqFVHXQnte39otAhQmprB9DPoqRXwS_U&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__qIUAKl5ZAqZ70um_MpJ-keiaFqQ="&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 255px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ9GPjVUNmLXuLUIXfZqFVHXQnte39otAhQmprB9DPoqRXwS_U&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__qIUAKl5ZAqZ70um_MpJ-keiaFqQ=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... that is Angel but don't let that fool you! This is a quality show! Oh Temperance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRq1BgNLRy0K6AQ1ikHTiwa7cqdKh5K9sDUx37shdxc2ddXQGQ&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__YrxUqs_cjFBa8RzesHfZTd6jGw0="&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 163px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRq1BgNLRy0K6AQ1ikHTiwa7cqdKh5K9sDUx37shdxc2ddXQGQ&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__YrxUqs_cjFBa8RzesHfZTd6jGw0=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Yes, that is Al Bundy... and this show is sa-weet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.houstonpress.com/hairballs/parksandrecreation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 204px;" src="http://blogs.houstonpress.com/hairballs/parksandrecreation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 words... Amy Poehler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR_umcmHd7tS44icCzKbfS78YO0D3diiLuoZw3Spf0ix4m3eL8&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__tv57aOxClG5xVnGg7CT5lpiPX7c="&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR_umcmHd7tS44icCzKbfS78YO0D3diiLuoZw3Spf0ix4m3eL8&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__tv57aOxClG5xVnGg7CT5lpiPX7c=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love My Chuckles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSFvlUiF__4IeMjEQGkoKgKznMGDhvCGA-1EEEVusXlWxN7nb8&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__I4hplQt0PtVa3N9_l1Mh_QoBd7E="&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 255px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSFvlUiF__4IeMjEQGkoKgKznMGDhvCGA-1EEEVusXlWxN7nb8&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__I4hplQt0PtVa3N9_l1Mh_QoBd7E=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newer show and it got extra funny towards the end of last season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTqpZ-WJHoYdNaGz4GDY_NJq5taJHNDMEPArdwrPD9ZLEWD1Y8&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__oS4JpvZukSffBdu3mGz-X9ZP2Y8="&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 170px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTqpZ-WJHoYdNaGz4GDY_NJq5taJHNDMEPArdwrPD9ZLEWD1Y8&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__oS4JpvZukSffBdu3mGz-X9ZP2Y8=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite as good as Lie to me but still a good show&lt;br /&gt;aaand......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... I'll admit it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT_gsPzTCt2QBfM20c0yBKz4Py-Xl4vjX5JYoGUD5figfM7WQ8&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__pKnGvEO3pdO3EjhvNhEJHyt6HA8="&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT_gsPzTCt2QBfM20c0yBKz4Py-Xl4vjX5JYoGUD5figfM7WQ8&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__pKnGvEO3pdO3EjhvNhEJHyt6HA8=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... it's true. I am a closet Glee-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. This post has got me thinking I watch entirely too much television...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-6985756579708676019?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/6985756579708676019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=6985756579708676019&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/6985756579708676019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/6985756579708676019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/09/whaaaat-2-posts-in-2-days.html' title='Whaaaat? 2 Posts in 2 days?!!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-9106898011882936615</id><published>2010-09-01T08:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:45:00.675-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child Rescue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benefit concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='311'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candlelight Serenade Acoustic Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dashboard confessionals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesomeness'/><title type='text'>Crazy Crazy Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs142.snc4/36476_133255670041782_122595754441107_198697_2370487_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 354px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs142.snc4/36476_133255670041782_122595754441107_198697_2370487_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Keshia/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Keshia/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this summer has been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;INTENSE&lt;/span&gt;! We have been back and forth to Utah and organizing all sorts of stuff for &lt;a href="http://candlelightserenade.com/"&gt;Candlelight Serenade&lt;/a&gt; (The benefit concert we put on for &lt;a href="http://childrescue.org/"&gt;Child Rescue&lt;/a&gt;). It was sooo much work, but at the same time... just so excellent! We had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; volunteers and help and really put on an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; show! And we got so much awareness out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child trafficking is such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; cause to talk about, but it is very real... right here in North America, so it was great to be able to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;voice&lt;/span&gt; that in a way that causes people to action and not to depression. We had some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt; bands! We had Chris Carrabba of Dashboard Confessionals, Nick Hexum of 311, Relient K, Neon Trees, Vedera, Sherwood, Making April, Priscilla Ahn, Steel Train, Fictionist and Allred, who even &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;wrote&lt;/span&gt; a song for the cause that many of the artists came on stage to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candlelight was such a fun night and definitely the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt; of my summer. I just loved it! Everytime I think about it, it makes me get a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;teary-eyed&lt;/span&gt; because so many people came together... saw our vision... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;joined&lt;/span&gt; our cause... and helped us on our journey to once again &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;abolish&lt;/span&gt; slavery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Murray-UT/Michael-Mangum-Photography/78241016345#%21/album.php?aid=249888&amp;amp;id=78241016345"&gt;Check this out for pictures of Candlelight.&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/Candlelight-Serenade-Acoustic-Festival/122595754441107?ref=ts"&gt;Check out our FB Page.&lt;/a&gt; -more pics will be up once I finish setting up our Flickr account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ways on how you can volunteer or help out with Child Rescue, check out &lt;a href="http://childrescue.org"&gt;childrescue.org&lt;/a&gt; or contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-9106898011882936615?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/9106898011882936615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=9106898011882936615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/9106898011882936615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/9106898011882936615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-crazy-summer.html' title='Crazy Crazy Summer!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-1217059045453750497</id><published>2010-08-09T22:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:57:18.850-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>seee... I'm blogging again!</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd prove that I'm serious about my return to the world of the bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a fun week... two of my nieces came to visit last Wednesday and will be here until this Thursday. I've really enjoyed having them around. They're my oldest brother's kids and they're teenagers. I was slightly worried at first just 'cause I've never had teenaged girls stay with me... just Tess but she's more like a little sister/best friend. But it's been super fun, we went boating, and to West Ed and we've done some shopping and played more than a few rounds of Uno haha. I love that I'm getting close to them again as I haven't seem them in over 6 years, and this is Nick's first time meeting them.&lt;br /&gt;We also had Liv's Bday! It was fun! We had a Mad Hatter's Tea Party! Good times! We played golfish croquet with flamingos and hat hat hatter and of course... had cake! It was fun and I will get pictures up soon! 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I&apos;m blogging again!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-823214897521881669</id><published>2010-08-02T23:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:25:24.960-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift certificate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freebies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='third eye blind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='311'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthropologie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dashboard confessionals'/><title type='text'>SWEEEEEEET GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you like &lt;a href="http://anthropologie.com"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/a&gt;? Can you find a way to spend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;$300&lt;/span&gt; there? How about Dashboard? Wanna see Chris Carabba for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;? How about 311 or Third Eye Blind? Hmm.... have I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;enticed&lt;/span&gt; you yet? Maybe need 2 new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;swimsuits&lt;/span&gt; from Lime Ricky? Or a family Photo shoot? Photo Lessons? OK so I know you want at least one of those! Well.... you can &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;win&lt;/span&gt; em! And a bunch more if you head over to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" href="http://modsblog.com"&gt;modsblog&lt;/a&gt; and enter the SWEETEST GIVEAWAY EVER!!! Now Go! Try to win some awesome stuff and support an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://childrescue.org"&gt;cause&lt;/a&gt; at the same time! What are still doing here? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-823214897521881669?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/823214897521881669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=823214897521881669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/823214897521881669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/823214897521881669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweeeeeeet-giveaway.html' title='SWEEEEEEET GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-4412982067456776090</id><published>2010-08-02T16:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:19:29.748-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child Rescue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non Profit Organization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candlelight Serenade Acoustic Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Guess who's back??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess who's back... back again... Keshia's back... tell a friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha why &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;hello!&lt;/span&gt; Long time no blog! I know, I know... it's been far too long... you're probably wondering what's up with me? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt; have I been? Why haven't I been blogging? Why don't I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you anymore??!!  haha ORRRR I'm not as important as I think I am and you could care less that I haven't been blogging. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt; the prior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. in answer to all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; questions... (in the order you've asked of course..) Not a whole lot.. been busy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; and doing new things... I've been here, there and around, but mostly right here at home in front of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;puter&lt;/span&gt;! I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; been blogging! Just not here my friends... I know, I know &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; but true.. I'll fill ya in later on. And last but not least... Why don't I love you? I DO!!!! I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of my adoring fans! I just have been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; busy with all sorts of projects and one REALLY big one in particular! But I am trying to come &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; for good! Really I mean it! I wanna blog and I wanna keep &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt;. I love to write and I do miss the old blog. So... here I am -back in the flesh... well.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;type&lt;/span&gt; I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that it's later I can tell you all about my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; life and where I have been blogging. But first, I'll start from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I as well as his Bro and Sis-in-law have started a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Charity&lt;/span&gt;! Our charity is called the Child Rescue Association of North America, or &lt;a href="http://childrescue.org"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Child Rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for short. Now, I want to tell you about the charity, but I don't want to make you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; because it's not a happy issue... so I will do my best to tell you some facts so you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; the necessity for charities like this, but not so you get depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what our charity does is raise &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;awareness&lt;/span&gt; and funds to help &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;fight&lt;/span&gt; child trafficking. In laymen terms... child trafficking (or human trafficking) is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; prostitution. Children are being abducted from their homes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;sold&lt;/span&gt; by their families or mislead and coerced into prostitution and treated as slaves. Often their lives and the lives of their families are threatened to keep them in this trade. -basically, without getting into too much detail, that is what we are trying to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of you may know that this is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt; problem in Cambodia and overseas, but few... very few people realize this is a problem &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; in North America as well. It is happening right here in the city that I live in and you can be pretty sure it's happening where you live too. As a mother, this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;terrifies&lt;/span&gt; and sickens me, which is why I have chosen not to turn away and pretend it doesn't happen, but to fight and do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; I can to stop this from continuing to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Trafficking is the second most &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;profitable&lt;/span&gt; organized crime world-wide... with the first being drugs and third being weapon sales. Annually, human trafficking is more profitable than Nike, Google and Starbucks...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;combined&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can't I fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; problem, but ya know what? It only takes one person! (Mother Theresa, Gandhi, Rosa Parks...) I'm not saying that I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;worthy&lt;/span&gt; of any of the prestige that those amazing people deserve. No... I'm using them as an example that a single person can make a difference... and Child Rescue is far from a single person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have developed an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt; team of staff and volunteers and are doing exciting things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first event to raise awareness will be &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" href="http://candlelightserenade.com"&gt;Candlelight Serenade Acoustic Festival,&lt;/a&gt; which will happen on Saturday, August 21 2010 at Thanksgiving Point in Lehi, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt;. This concert is going to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;EPIC&lt;/span&gt;! Sooo good... the line up is AMAZING! It will include &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Dashboard&lt;/span&gt; Confessional Chris Carabba, Nick Hexum of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;311&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Third Eye Blind&lt;/span&gt;, Vedera, Neon Trees and a bunch more! We're soo excited about this concert and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;awareness&lt;/span&gt; and funds it will bring to Child Rescue and this amazing cause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;... I have been in charge of websites and the online presence for &lt;a href="http://childrescue.org"&gt;Child Rescue &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://candlelightserenade.com"&gt;Candlelight Serenade&lt;/a&gt;, so I have been taking care of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/Child-Rescue-Association-of-North-America/114218418626118?ref=ts"&gt;Facebook Pages,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/childrescue_na"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://childrescue.org/blog"&gt;Blogs&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt; other social media we choose. Luckily I've had an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; partner who's been heading up a lot of the Candlelight stuff leaving me with only half the social media workload! I tell you though, it is all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much work, but I am absolutely LOVING it! I get so excited any time I see that someone has &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;mentioned&lt;/span&gt; us or any time I see the ticket sales. This charity is becoming like another &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt; to me... something I absolutely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ADORE&lt;/span&gt; with all my heart... I crave it! I can't wait to tell people about it and create &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;events&lt;/span&gt; and it just makes me soo happy to know that I am helping such a worthwhile cause... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;protecting our children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... that's what I've been up to... busy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; busy! If you'd like to learn more about the charity or the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;concert&lt;/span&gt; here are some links for ya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://childrescue.org"&gt;http://childrescue.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://childrescue.org/blog"&gt;http://childrescue.org/blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://candlelightserenade.com"&gt;http://candlelightserenade.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://candlelightserenade.com/blog"&gt;http://candlelightserenade.com/blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/childrescue_na"&gt;http://twitter.com/childrescue_na&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/childrescuecalg"&gt;http://twitter.com/childrescuecalg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/candleserenade"&gt;http://twitter.com/candleserenade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search for both Child Rescue and Candlelight Serenade on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-4412982067456776090?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/4412982067456776090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=4412982067456776090&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/4412982067456776090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/4412982067456776090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/08/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back??!!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-3530262076383636424</id><published>2010-04-15T12:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:19:45.993-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enchante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entitlement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughtsm inspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>Enchanted with Entitlement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the kids and I just finished watching the movie "Enchanted" and it got me thinking....&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning, it starts out with the princess or I guess maiden... all happy and waiting for her prince to come and for them to share in "Love's true kiss". And of course, he comes, sweeps her off her feet (literally) and then says "We shall be married in the morning". So naturally, I scoffed at this and was like "oh right, we meet and are married in the morning and will live happily ever after". And then the movie goes on and the queen casts her to NYC and there she meets Robert who teaches her about the reality of life and she teaches him of course of happily ever afters and they end up in love and together and then Robert's girlfriend ends up with Prince Edward. So what had me thinking was the ending, when it showed Robert's girlfriend and the Prince getting married. This led me to thinking of a simpler time when roles were clearly defined and people knew what they had to do to make life work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just so we are ALL CLEAR... I am a working mom who LOVES her work, and I totally understand the necessities of working and the importance of being with your family and that we live in the 21st century... this is just a train of thought that I am sharing with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... when the movie ended, I thought now they'll get married and have kids and live happily ever after. And we all know that "Happily Ever After" is relative... that one person's H.E.A might not be yours and there are different ways to define it. But I started to think... they'll have kids, she'll be the nurturer, he'll be the provider and they'll live that life.  But wait a minute... why are there so many issues with THAT life? I am striving to live THAT life but still find myself longing for more.... why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, THAT life has worked for years and years and years... and then all of a sudden we decided it didn't and all hell broke loose! What I am referring to (in case you haven't realized) is the Women's Movement. Now HOLD ON! And stop badmouthing me under your breath! I'm not saying the Women's movement was bad.. lotsa good came out of it... changes of laws on reproductive rights, domestic violence, maternity leave, equal pay, voting rights, sexual harassment etc. etc. What I'm referring to is the change in attitude that came from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, being a mom and caring for your kids and being the person to kiss all their boo-boos and teach them right from wrong, and taking care of your family and their health and their needs failed to be enough. Women wanted MORE... they wanted to be seen as the men (and I believe we are equal in every way), they wanted to be out there proving their worth instead of caged up in a house with their offspring all day.  (I Am Woman Hear Me ROAR!) Now, this is what I see as a negative. Yes we are equal, I believe that! But that doesn't mean we have to pull the "anything you can do I can do better" thing. There is something special and quite noble about a woman who can truly find joy in loving, caring for and raising her family. (Now I am one of those who strives for MORE... I wish I didn't and am working towards finding true happiness and contentment in my primary role as a mother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thoughts had led me to thinking of the past... thinking of that simpler time, when men worked hard to provide for and take care of their family, and when women where nurturing and loving and happy. (Not JUST happy to stay at home... but just overall... HAPPY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so like I mentioned before, I work and LOVE what I do. I am also a stay at home mom and am proud of it! I love my kids and I LOVE being the one who is there for them and who gets to see every side of them and watch them grow on a daily.. hourly.. second-by second basis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to that simpler time... Roles were clearly defined, everyone knew what they did to make life work and it worked. Where they happy? Honestly? I think they were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picture a family where the husband gets up to go to work and the wife is there by his side, helping to make his morning easier. I picture that wife ironing his shirt (I HATE IRONING.... just a side-note) and I picture the husband giving her an appreciative kiss as he takes his shirt and buttons up his boots and gets ready for the morning. I picture the wife lovingly making him a hearty homemade breakfast that will help him to have the energy to go about his daily labours. I see their children waking up and doing some chores and having breakfast and I see them getting ready for school or other chores. I see them as a family seeing their father off and telling them they love him as he heads off to work. I see the Mother then helping the children finish getting ready for school and what not and singing a happy little tune as she tidies the kitchen and gets on with her day. I picture the mother cleaning and cooking and tending to their home which is her sanctuary and because of all of her diligence and hard work in making it beautiful and a haven, I see her enjoying it. I see the mother after a busy morning and some chores, reading a book in the afternoon or taking a nap. I see her getting dinner started and her husband coming home from a very busy day and helping set the table. I see the father playing with the kids and asking them about their days. I see the family sitting down for dinner and enjoying each others' company. I see the family kneeling in prayer at the end of the day to offer gratitude to their Father in Heaven for all that they have been blessed with... and aren't they blessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... now I know some if not MANY of you will tell me that I'm delusional and that's not how life is... that the kids will fight, the parents will fight, the house will be a mess and they'll all be miserable! (ok maybe that's a bit much). I wonder though... how that wife felt. If she felt like she was missing out on a stressful busy day at the office, or if she enjoyed being at home in HER home with her family. I wonder if that husband felt that he was doing all the work and his wife should step up to the plate and do more. If they are truly happy (and I suspect they are). I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the wife understands her worth and her value in the home. I think she understands the potential she has to influence her children and her family in ways that no secondary caregiver ever could. I think the husband respects and appreciates his wife. I think he knows how much she works to tend to their family and is truly grateful for her as his equal partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the children see their parents' love for one another and it makes them feel happy and secure. I think they see that their parents don't love every thing they are doing, but they do it happily because they absolutely love whom they are doing it for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe every day is a day full of bliss and cheer. I believe many hardships will come to this family, but because they are so happy to be working together and for one another that these hardships will come and go and that this family will remain in tact... completely unshaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This family in my mind, was living in a sweet cottage in the prairies sometime in the late 1800s or early 1900s... not unlike Anne of Green Gables. But that doesn't mean that we can't have this family in our homes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am well aware of the drastic changes in time since the picture I had in my head would have been a reality... but that doesn't mean that we can't still have the same spirit that this family had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that we have sports and school and dance and work and a million things to complicate such a simple life... but still, I wonder... why are we so unhappy? Depression rates are &lt;a href="http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m1200/is_n23_v142/ai_13237604/"&gt;increasing&lt;/a&gt; and we seem to be less happy and less content. Why is this? (Just an interesting side-note... that study said that generations have been increasingly more depressed since those born in 1915... since the women's movement started in the 50s... those women born in 1915 would have been 35 at the time of the movement... I'm just saying is all). But why are we getting increasingly more depressed? Didn't women like the one in my little picture get sad or depressed? Didn't they have extremely difficult lives and hormonal imbalances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law and I were talking about a similar subject not too long ago, she had read a book in which they talked about this. They talked about how women now a days are over thinking, that we are so educated (not a bad thing) that we over analyze. In the book, the author interviews some elderly women, and asked what they did when they got depressed... and the women replied "depressed? Oh honey, we had some hard times, but we just pulled up our socks and worked through it". (Now those may not be the exact words... but something quite similar.) The book went on to say how now a days, we basically diagnose ourselves with all sorts of problems (and I'm not saying chemical depression is just a myth or anything.. trust me I know it isn't) when they just didn't have time or maybe even the knowledge of/for such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really hope I didn't totally butcher that book but it made me think, why isn't it enough? Why do we always long for more? Why can't we be happy with what we have? Weren't they  happy back then? Part of me wonders if it's that we now feel entitled to soo much. We should work too!(as if being a stay at home mom isn't loads and loads of work and I understand &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;needing&lt;/span&gt; to work), We should have a bigger house, We should have a nicer car, We should etc. etc. But is that it? Do we feel entitled to so much that we lose sight of what we do have... and what is so quickly slipping away from us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to tell you the truth... this is where my thought process ends... I have no idea why we're so much unhappier as a society... more crime? more murder? would happier homes and families change that? Would a simpler life change that? I don't know... do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-3530262076383636424?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/3530262076383636424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=3530262076383636424&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3530262076383636424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3530262076383636424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/04/enchanted-with-entitlement.html' title='Enchanted with Entitlement'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-8776925469030051317</id><published>2010-04-09T10:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:37:43.552-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibe 98.5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calgary&apos;s cutest kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><title type='text'>Nixon- Calgary's Cutest Kid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S79aTzZ3ovI/AAAAAAAABN0/6x3l_r7xOAk/s1600/IMG_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S79aTzZ3ovI/AAAAAAAABN0/6x3l_r7xOAk/s400/IMG_0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458180569659056882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So our local radio station has a concert for  Calgary's Cutest Kid! And I've entered Nixon in to win! We entered last  year I think (maybe the year before) and didn't win, but I had entered  both kids and may have split the vote that way lol. Anywho, Here's the  link to vote for him... and you can vote once a day per browser (I voted  for him today on firefox and safari).. I'm just sayin' is all ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cutestkid.vibemorningshow.com/showcase/View.aspx?ID=142886"&gt;http://cutestkid.vibemorningshow.com/showcase/View.aspx?ID=142886&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S79Z1V2QYwI/AAAAAAAABNs/g2uLR9p5dcU/s1600/IMG_5400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S79Z1V2QYwI/AAAAAAAABNs/g2uLR9p5dcU/s400/IMG_5400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458180046328980226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S79Z1Bv3htI/AAAAAAAABNk/H_ArTQqKpFQ/s1600/IMG_6283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S79Z1Bv3htI/AAAAAAAABNk/H_ArTQqKpFQ/s400/IMG_6283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458180040933476050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S79Z08JrGQI/AAAAAAAABNc/T02zztCHN68/s1600/IMG_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S79Z08JrGQI/AAAAAAAABNc/T02zztCHN68/s400/IMG_1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458180039431100674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S79Z0ctgmWI/AAAAAAAABNU/ef9vajA1QEU/s1600/IMG_1387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S79Z0ctgmWI/AAAAAAAABNU/ef9vajA1QEU/s400/IMG_1387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458180030991472994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S79Z0A9BvKI/AAAAAAAABNM/bO6245ocqTY/s1600/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S79Z0A9BvKI/AAAAAAAABNM/bO6245ocqTY/s400/IMG_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458180023540366498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are planning to support Nixon and vote for him, why not win a prize for doing so?! Check out the &lt;a href="http://urbandesignstudio1.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-for-giveaway.html"&gt;Urban Design Studio 1 Blog&lt;/a&gt; for more deets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-8776925469030051317?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/8776925469030051317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=8776925469030051317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8776925469030051317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8776925469030051317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/04/nixon-calgarys-cutest-kid.html' title='Nixon- Calgary&apos;s Cutest Kid!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S79aTzZ3ovI/AAAAAAAABN0/6x3l_r7xOAk/s72-c/IMG_0518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-1015680828553549266</id><published>2010-04-02T23:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:34:27.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy! (Re-Post from UDS1 Blog)</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been able to post for a while because I've been sooo busy  doing exactly what I love! I have been spending time with family and  doing a ton of work! Yes it's had it's stressful times, but overall I'm  doing what I love and am completely enjoying it! I have been doing blog  designs, finishing up some websites, working on logos and business cards  and all sorts of graphicy goodness! My favourite project I've been  working on has been a website for a charity called &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.rescuingkids.org/"&gt;Child Rescue of  North America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I  really enjoyed working with Lindsay and donating some of my time and  talents to help with their wonderful cause. I decided to do an interview  with Lindsay to help promote their cause and spread the word about  their charity so here's the interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;What exactly does Child Rescue of North  America do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Child  Rescue is a  non-profit organization that exists to fight the horrors of  child  trafficking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isn't child trafficking mainly  happening overseas?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true  that the numbers are incredibly high in  developing countries such as  Cambodia, Thailand, and India but child  trafficking happens in every  region of the world including The US and  Canada. This is one of the  most important things for us to understand-  that this is happening in  our own back yard. There are an estimated  1,200 child trafficked into  Canada each year and somewhere around 18,000  in the United States.  These statistics are shocking to say the least,  but when you see and  hear the actual stories of young people exploited  into sexual slaver  you will connect in your mind and your heart that  there are thousands  upon thousands of these nightmare stories that are  being realized right  now as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aren't local police taking care  of this problem? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do try  but the funding and resources are just no  where near where they need to  be in order for them to have a chance.  Training, equipment, constant  incoming tips from the general public need  to be provided in order for  them to save more kids. They need simple  things like servers to hold  all of the information on these criminals so  that when they are  prosecuted they can have more evidence against them.  This costs money,  so we need to be apart of the solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are there  many other efforts being made to solve  these problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately not enough,  human  trafficking is the second largest criminal activity on the planet   today. Sexual slavery is a nearly 30 billion dollar industry and is   growing rapidly. These are huge numbers to combat so we need all the   help we can get, but there are amazing government and law enforcement   agencies, NGOs, and other groups doing there best to stop this   unthinkable problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is your main goal?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mission is to reduce child  trafficking in the US and  Canada by 90%&lt;span&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; the end of  2019.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do you plan to accomplish this goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We  have intended to accomplish this by  two main efforts intervention and  education. Education will be a  comprehensive approach, we are engaging  in aggressive public awareness  campaigns to generate enough disgust in  the community to influence  political will. We need to create the demand  to end this! We also focus  on supporting the actual Task forces that  rescue kids from trafficking  and we want to help finance education for  law enforcement or other  agencies so they can be more effective in their  efforts. Education also  includes teachin&lt;span&gt;g indivdua&lt;/span&gt;ls at  risk how to avoid  becoming trafficking vicitims. Intervention goes hand  in hand with  these educational models and includes strategies of  financing equipment  to law enforcement, providing services to victims,  creating a tip hot  line, and funding rehabilitation facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How  did you first hear about child trafficking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I believe I first heard about it on the news  years and   years ago but it wasn't until I recently began to work for Child  Rescue  that I really understood the scoope of the problem and the  startling  numbers world wide let alone in the United States and or my  home state  of Utah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why did you decide to help  head up this charity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have  known the founders for years and they are some of  the kindest most  selfless people I have ever known but aside from the  fantastic team I  work with at Child Rescue I am a mother of two small  children and I  cannot think of a more worthy cause for my time and  energy. All  children deserve to be safe and to have their childhood  preserved. All  humanity is worthy of more. I just can't stand by any  more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where  can I learn more about this issue and how to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The most comprehensive report done to  date was  done by  the US State Department Tip Report on Human  trafficking 2009. You can  find it on their website, also just google  human trafficking and you can  read and or see any number or articles or  new reports on the issue. The  information is everywhere, you just need  to open your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How can I as a regular person  help out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There  are many ways  in which you can get involved both specifically in Child  Rescue as well  as in the anti-human trafficking movement. You can  contribute your  time by volunteering. We have an every increasing need  for help in any  capacity and Child Rescue staff are willing to figure  out with you  where and how you can best be involved. Some examples are  promoting our  benefit concert coming up this fall, working on branding  and  messaging, fundraising, helping to get the public aware of this  issue,  and or even just licking envelopes. If you yourself are not in a   position to volunteer then you can help connect us to those who can.   Your friends, family, or associates maybe willing and able and if you   can send them our way we would appreciate it. Also, if you know business   owners or influential celebrity type figures that could help our voice   be heard you can be that link. You  can also always give your money.  Donate by visiting our website. You  can pledge as little as 3 dollars a  week or even contribute a one time  $5 donation. Every penny counts.  You truly are the difference in this  fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Being a mother myself, I can't believe that  this is happening seriously right in our own backyards! After  researching more into the subject, I learned that my very own city is a  part of 2 major child trafficking routes in Canada. It was such an eye  opener that many of us really do live in a bit of a bubble and I have  decided to help out with Child Rescue where I can. If you'd like to help  out as well or donate, feel free to email Lindsay at &lt;span class="email"&gt;&lt;span id="email"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="mailto:childrescue@rescuingkids.org"&gt;childrescue@rescuingkids.org&lt;/a&gt;  or visit their website at&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.rescuingkids.org/"&gt;www.rescuingkids.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                              &lt;h2&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rescuingkids.org/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S7bOzTxjEfI/AAAAAAAABJo/RY51i8LtO2U/s400/Child+Rescue+Blog+Button.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455775379482677746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-1015680828553549266?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/1015680828553549266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=1015680828553549266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/1015680828553549266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/1015680828553549266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/04/busy-busy-busy-re-post-from-uds1-blog.html' title='Busy Busy Busy! (Re-Post from UDS1 Blog)'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S7bOzTxjEfI/AAAAAAAABJo/RY51i8LtO2U/s72-c/Child+Rescue+Blog+Button.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-3197790565822357859</id><published>2010-02-21T07:38:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T08:48:42.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St.Vincent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nixon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>And the Saga Continues (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>Sorry this is being &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;dragged&lt;/span&gt; out so long but life is crazy and kids have needs! So back to the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we get into the major city and capital (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Kingstown&lt;/span&gt;, also where my dad and his family grew up) and it reminds me very much of New York! There are street vendors everywhere -a very large marketplace- and half of them are selling &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;bootlegged&lt;/span&gt; movies and music! Disney's Princess and the Frog was being pushed quite heavily when they saw Liv lol. It was like I'd said in the first post, such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; world. I loved that you had to interact with people in every setting. Walking down the street there's street vendors, and I love that they're not pushy. St.Vincent isn't uber touristy yet so 90% of the people who go through the markets are locals. So through the markets, you interact with people, at the grocery stores, there's at least 3 or 4 people at the checkouts working the cash, bagging, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;helping&lt;/span&gt; you to your car... I loved it! In Canada I usually favor self-checkouts and ATMS (usually drive-through) but it was so nice to feel so connected to so many people... it reminds you that people are people and I just really enjoyed it! So back to the markets, there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;fruit&lt;/span&gt; of all kinds, there's a fish market by the harbour (I stayed away) and then you can buy clothes and stuff (all really highly priced and clearly from the states). I think the majority of people there do their shopping in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;mixture&lt;/span&gt;, purchasing from people on the streets and in the grocery stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4Fot4A-PrI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iqEH8ai3V9E/s1600-h/market_shopping_1_scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4Fot4A-PrI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iqEH8ai3V9E/s400/market_shopping_1_scale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440744962180136626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to visit &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; first and then get our groceries before heading back to the guest house. We met up with my mom's cousin at the bank (love that they had ATMS that accepted our cards! We just withdrew and got out some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eastern Caribbean&lt;/span&gt; money or EC$ which looked a fair bit like Canadian $... maybe it's 'cause they're a part of the British Commonwealth as well so the Queen was on their moola too.). So my mom's cousin, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Calvin&lt;/span&gt; was one of the only people I remembered 'cause he had just moved back to the Caribbean from New York and I remember visiting him in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;States&lt;/span&gt;. So I think he had a busy day that do so we talked for a little bit and then we were off to my Grandpa's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4Fov1h_KOI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ypbzXuTwK9w/s1600-h/IMG_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4Fov1h_KOI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ypbzXuTwK9w/s400/IMG_0206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440744995873040610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EC$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Grandpa is my Dad's father (my mom's dad died shortly after I was born) and my parents are divorced, but my mom is soo sweet. She gets along &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; well with my dad's family and she's the one who called and made arrangements to meet up with all of his relatives. Anywho, so it was wonderful to see my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;, he has &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glaucoma"&gt;Glaucoma&lt;/a&gt; as does the majority of my dad's side and can hardly see, so it was soo nice to have him be with my children and meet them. He hasn't seen me since I was just a year or two older than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Liv&lt;/span&gt;, He has pictures from my Dad, but I brought a large photo album with pictures of my family from the birth of Liv till now... don't think I put wedding ones in... but maybe.. can't remember. Anywho, we brought some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;gifts&lt;/span&gt; for him and my aunt Rosie lives with him and takes care of him, but she was working that day so we had a nice visit just with him. The kids just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; him! They sat on his lap and gave him tons of hugs and kisses... it was soo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;! He happens to be their only &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; grandfather that's alive now and it was just so wonderful to see them together.... my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;family&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4FoutBgywI/AAAAAAAAA-0/romiOd2GG5U/s1600-h/IMG_1204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4FoutBgywI/AAAAAAAAA-0/romiOd2GG5U/s400/IMG_1204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440744976409479938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4FovQ-E7qI/AAAAAAAAA-8/EjtLIXW-RbQ/s1600-h/IMG_1205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4FovQ-E7qI/AAAAAAAAA-8/EjtLIXW-RbQ/s400/IMG_1205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440744986058747554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa &amp;amp; the Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we visited with my Grandpa, we went back to the market, got the food we needed and then took another van-cab back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Layou&lt;/span&gt; (the town where the guest house was and where my mom and Grandma grew up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the guest house wasn't anything extraordinarily beautiful, but it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;! It's kinda set up like a motel, each room has 2 double beds, a bathroom with a shower, toilet and sink,  a wardrobe to hang clothes in and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; (only one channel). Our room also had a mini-fridge which was awesome for us 'cause Nixon &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;pounded&lt;/span&gt; through a LOT of milk! Our room also adjoined to another room which we had the kids in. So there was about 10 or 12 rooms and then on the main floor, there was a big kitchen with a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;rec-room&lt;/span&gt; typed thing attached. So we had a fridge and stove and cooked a bunch of our meals, it was really nice not to have to eat out 3 x a day for 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4PtZ_gsbUI/AAAAAAAAA_M/pLLfA8SYpOg/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4PtZ_gsbUI/AAAAAAAAA_M/pLLfA8SYpOg/s400/IMG_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441453805594766658" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4PvOTiDanI/AAAAAAAAA_0/15YalyNCCr0/s1600-h/IMG_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4PvOTiDanI/AAAAAAAAA_0/15YalyNCCr0/s400/IMG_0209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441455803834002034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4PvN2Kf1WI/AAAAAAAAA_s/y9C67eDCGCw/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4PvN2Kf1WI/AAAAAAAAA_s/y9C67eDCGCw/s400/IMG_0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441455795950572898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guest House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4Ptao5wwhI/AAAAAAAAA_U/vH1wM-3o6TI/s1600-h/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4Ptao5wwhI/AAAAAAAAA_U/vH1wM-3o6TI/s400/IMG_0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441453816705761810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4PtbTRmwPI/AAAAAAAAA_c/piwkOda4r_E/s1600-h/IMG_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4PtbTRmwPI/AAAAAAAAA_c/piwkOda4r_E/s400/IMG_0197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441453828080058610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4PvM8MvMfI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ElVN3VG3lPw/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4PvM8MvMfI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ElVN3VG3lPw/s400/IMG_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441455780390711794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liv eating in the rec area, my mom cooking in the kitchen, Nixon sitting on the step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;favourite&lt;/span&gt; things about St.Vincent was how much fruit there was and how green it was! At the base of the guesthouse there was a fairly large open green space with a couple of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;mango&lt;/span&gt; trees, and some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; trees and some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;lime&lt;/span&gt; trees and a fruit called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;sugar apple&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Papaya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Coconut&lt;/span&gt;... among some pretty flowers and plants! It was soo neat to see so much that you can use and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; off of. When I got home, it seemed like such a waste that we have all these &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ornamental&lt;/span&gt; trees that pretty much don't do anything. Anywho, I just loved how simple it was... we wanted limeade... so we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;picked&lt;/span&gt; some limes and made some juice... we wanted a mango, we went and picked one! I was beginning to think I could live here &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;happily ever after&lt;/span&gt; lol... I really didn't miss home at all... just my friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4PvO7iyTOI/AAAAAAAAA_8/rf33seAqMMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4P00FoonUI/AAAAAAAABAM/427sISEwBFM/s1600-h/IMG_1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4P00FoonUI/AAAAAAAABAM/427sISEwBFM/s400/IMG_1171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441461950496677186" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4P001jPoTI/AAAAAAAABAU/1NY5CU9PV6I/s1600-h/IMG_1179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4P001jPoTI/AAAAAAAABAU/1NY5CU9PV6I/s400/IMG_1179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441461963358970162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4P2PEeEOtI/AAAAAAAABAs/d6-QCmYPafQ/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4P2PEeEOtI/AAAAAAAABAs/d6-QCmYPafQ/s400/IMG_1190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441463513552009938" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4P2Oiy0lpI/AAAAAAAABAk/3cJQvgpzNmI/s1600-h/IMG_1189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4P2Oiy0lpI/AAAAAAAABAk/3cJQvgpzNmI/s400/IMG_1189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441463504512259730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the Fruits &amp;amp; Flowers that were at the guesthouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4P0zN5D4EI/AAAAAAAABAE/_OB4IJgoNFI/s1600-h/IMG_1186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4P0zN5D4EI/AAAAAAAABAE/_OB4IJgoNFI/s400/IMG_1186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441461935533187138" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4PvO7iyTOI/AAAAAAAAA_8/rf33seAqMMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4PvO7iyTOI/AAAAAAAAA_8/rf33seAqMMQ/s400/IMG_0224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441455814574492898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4P2N8cGA0I/AAAAAAAABAc/mENidIXcdek/s1600-h/IMG_1187.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4P2N8cGA0I/AAAAAAAABAc/mENidIXcdek/s400/IMG_1187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441463494216385346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-3197790565822357859?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/3197790565822357859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=3197790565822357859&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3197790565822357859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3197790565822357859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-saga-continues-part-3.html' title='And the Saga Continues (Part 3)'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_7vwsfFaRclY/S4Fot4A-PrI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iqEH8ai3V9E/s72-c/market_shopping_1_scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-3752901110085670206</id><published>2010-02-19T22:57:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T08:32:14.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St.Vincent'/><title type='text'>Part Two...</title><content type='html'>So we get to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;St.Vincent&lt;/span&gt; and it's night time, hot and we're exhausted! It is soo humid and oh the warmth was just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;... it was kinda funny, in the airport, there were guys wearing jeans, shirts and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;thick&lt;/span&gt; hoodies... I was slightly confused... Anyways we get there and all we want to do is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;GO TO SLEEP!&lt;/span&gt; Luckily, my uncle who owns the guest house we're staying at had made arrangements for someone to pick us up at the airport. So we get into this big &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;van&lt;/span&gt; and drive. I was pretty excited despite the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt; exhaustion that was coming on, but I looked out the window and thought it was so amazing to have stepped into such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; world... the people on the streets, the music, the scenery... it was dark, but I could tell how different life there was, sooo different, yet so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; and so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; and so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;inviting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally pulled up to the place, and walked up some stairs, found our room, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;went to bed&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I showered, got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;dressed&lt;/span&gt;, helped the kids get ready and then Nick came in from outside asking if I'd looked out yet. I hadn't and he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;insisted&lt;/span&gt; that I should. The night before it was soo dark we could hardly tell where we were let alone see any kind of scenery, so I decided to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;look&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/_7vwsfFaRclY/S39_OomcM2I/AAAAAAAAA-M/hO6u6-mEXos/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S39_OomcM2I/AAAAAAAAA-M/hO6u6-mEXos/s400/IMG_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440206764280394594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S39_Nw6ONiI/AAAAAAAAA-E/G-GJpqvbP9k/s1600-h/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S39_Nw6ONiI/AAAAAAAAA-E/G-GJpqvbP9k/s400/IMG_0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440206749330978338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soo excited... we were in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;paradise&lt;/span&gt;, I was gonna meet my family I hadn't seen in forever and I was just soo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;! So the first day, we made a few phone calls to relatives and then decided to go into town to get some money, food and visit a few people.  So.... we decided to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; hail a cab&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/_7vwsfFaRclY/S3_37vrUxDI/AAAAAAAAA-c/dN8L2qYXpwo/s1600-h/IMG_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S3_37vrUxDI/AAAAAAAAA-c/dN8L2qYXpwo/s400/IMG_0607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440339480669373490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S3_5rnnQg5I/AAAAAAAAA-k/ykNZNjnLjKA/s1600-h/IMG_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S3_5rnnQg5I/AAAAAAAAA-k/ykNZNjnLjKA/s400/IMG_0608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440341402650182546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S3_3ObjHdrI/AAAAAAAAA-U/qu5ngVLDsLg/s1600-h/IMG_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S3_3ObjHdrI/AAAAAAAAA-U/qu5ngVLDsLg/s400/IMG_0604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440338702172124850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now cabs in the Caribbean are not your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;typical&lt;/span&gt; taxi... they are people... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; who'd like to... who buy a 15&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; passenger van complete with NO seatbelts, they paint it so you know it's theirs, and then shove as many people as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;humanly&lt;/span&gt; possible into it (like 20 min), charge you all a few bucks and drive as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;fast&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; as they possibly can until you tell them where to let you off and do that all day long. So, to enter into such an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt;,  you stand on the side of the road and wave at the said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;death trap&lt;/span&gt;, if they aren't full to the max (and sometimes even if they are) they pull over, usually a few feet &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ahead&lt;/span&gt; of you because they're going so fast that they drive past you, and you climb in, sometimes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; people and take your seat... or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;portion&lt;/span&gt; thereof. Did I mention that fearing for your life due to the speed and clear negligence for any safety laws was only a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; fear as you look out the windows and see the crazily &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;windy&lt;/span&gt; roads (purposely built as such to reduce the speed of motor vehicles) and the fact that you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; you're gonna end up in a head-in collision with some oncoming traffic because you keep &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;forgetting&lt;/span&gt; they drive on the left here, but it doesn't really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;matter&lt;/span&gt; because the roads are so narrow that there's no humanly way possible that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;2 vehicles&lt;/span&gt; can make it going in opposite directions... yet they do... and somehow, miraculously... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;you survive!&lt;/span&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/8570803933353819314-3752901110085670206?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/3752901110085670206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=3752901110085670206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3752901110085670206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3752901110085670206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/02/part-two.html' title='Part Two...'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S39_OomcM2I/AAAAAAAAA-M/hO6u6-mEXos/s72-c/IMG_0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-3732412364484435506</id><published>2010-02-14T08:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:47:27.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airplanes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St.Vincent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naughtyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>The Long Awaited Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I have no idea why it's taken me so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; to post about our vacation but here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Christmas we headed to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;! My parents were both born and raised on an Island called &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;St.Vincent&lt;/span&gt;. It's pretty close to Barbados and not too far from Venezuela. I've visited before but when I was 3, 5, and then not again 'til this year... when I'm 24! So needless to say it was very much like visiting for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time! So here's the story from the beginning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lib.utexas.edu/maps/islands_oceans_poles/st_vincent_rel96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 397px;" src="http://www.lib.utexas.edu/maps/islands_oceans_poles/st_vincent_rel96.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Flights from Canada to Barbados only leave from &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Toronto&lt;/span&gt;, so our first leg of the trip was boarding a plane to the T-Dot at 12:00AM! Or something like that. It was sooooo much fun with the kids (3 1/2 and about to turn 2). Sorry if you got a little damp from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;dripping&lt;/span&gt; sarcasm there... anywho... so the wait in the airport and the plane ride really wasn't too bad... the kids seemed to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;fairly&lt;/span&gt; decent... Liv fell asleep and well.. Nick had Nixon! So the girls got some rest on the 5 hour flight and then we met up with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; in Toronto and waited just a couple hours for our next flight to Barbados! So that went not too bad either except the boy hardly slept! Then we get to Barbados! OH MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbados was warm and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; and we started to get excited for our vacation... until...&lt;br /&gt;Until we had to wait in line and go through &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;customs&lt;/span&gt; even though we were just hopping on another flight! Well.. the plane to St.Vincent only allows you 1 piece of checked luggage per person unlike our planes from Canada.. (and a baby doesn't count... they have more crap than the rest of us!) which was fine for my family... but my mom had &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;extra&lt;/span&gt; baggage so we had to juggle luggage around while at the front of the line to check in and while trying to make our next flight which was leaving &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; soon! (within 30 min) So... we move stuff around, get it all done and then we have to go through security and OH YA since we shuffled our crap around Nick's shaving kit ends up in a carry on and they &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;throw out &lt;/span&gt;like all of his stuff.... toothpaste, shaving cram, hair stuff etc. etc.! AND our kids start freaking out and crying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO Nick is the first one through security... my mom and I are &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;juggling&lt;/span&gt; all our carry on stuff, trying to take off belts and shoes, dealing with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;rude&lt;/span&gt; Airport people (VERY common in Barbados) and both kids while trying to get out &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;passports&lt;/span&gt; and what not when Liv decides to have an even &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;bigger&lt;/span&gt; freak out and that she doesn't want to go on another plane and wants to go back home... So what does she do?!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; SHE BOOKS IT BACK THE WAY WE CAME! &lt;/span&gt;Oh man I was about to kill her! SO I had to drop all my stuff and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;chase&lt;/span&gt; her down the airport!I catch up to her and she starts screaming and kicking (14+hours after we started with only like a 2-3hour nap when she's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be asleep for the night... think she's tired much?)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get Liv, we get through security with lots of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; and comments and then book it to the plane that has already boarded! We make it on the plane and are the last ones there... 30 minutes later, we're in St.Vincent! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;FINALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&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/_7vwsfFaRclY/S3iIp6h33pI/AAAAAAAAA90/r6Gk3YmULVw/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S3iIp6h33pI/AAAAAAAAA90/r6Gk3YmULVw/s400/IMG_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438246803717217938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S3iIpTfHF-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/Gu4c3b9xd7s/s1600-h/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S3iIpTfHF-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/Gu4c3b9xd7s/s400/IMG_0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438246793236649954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liv on the Plane.... when she was happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To Be Continued.... (wanted to add dramatic effect and I'm kinda tired lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-3732412364484435506?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/3732412364484435506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=3732412364484435506&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3732412364484435506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3732412364484435506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-awaited-post.html' title='The Long Awaited Post'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S3iIp6h33pI/AAAAAAAAA90/r6Gk3YmULVw/s72-c/IMG_0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-8155290972256215318</id><published>2010-02-07T08:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:23:24.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughtsm inspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mormons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book of Mormon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints'/><title type='text'>LDS Apostles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So for those of you who are not &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;LDS&lt;/a&gt;, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is led by a &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/the-commandments/follow-the-prophet"&gt;Prophet&lt;/a&gt; (kinda like the pope) and then he has 2 Apostles and that makes up the &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/the-restoration-of-truth/heavenly-father-reveals-his-gospel-to-all"&gt;1st Presidency.&lt;/a&gt; Then there are 12 others that make up the Quorum of the &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/the-restoration-of-truth/jesus-christ-established-his-church"&gt;12 Apostles&lt;/a&gt; and then there are other groups but for now that's all I need to clarify lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really want my kids to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt; more about the religion we live and although just about every LDS kid can tell you who their Prophet is, they usually can't tell you much about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;rest&lt;/span&gt; of the leaders of their church, and I really want to teach my kids more. So today, I found this awesome video on &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;You Tube&lt;/span&gt; that a group of LDS singers made and I'm gonna play it for Liv so she can learn their names and a little about the 1st Presidency and 12 Apostles of our church. I think we're gonna do a &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/glossary/glossary-definition/family-home-evening"&gt;Family Home Evening&lt;/a&gt; Lesson about it too. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GgXhB3C6s1M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/GgXhB3C6s1M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-8155290972256215318?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/8155290972256215318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=8155290972256215318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8155290972256215318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8155290972256215318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/02/lds-apostles.html' title='LDS Apostles'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-7515101872494543558</id><published>2010-02-05T18:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:06:47.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Collection</title><content type='html'>I know I know... still not an update? What's wrong with me... yaddi yaddi yaddi! OK, enough with my stern reprimand... here's my post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as most of you know, we recently returned from a trip to &lt;a href="http://discoversvg.com/"&gt;St.Vincent &lt;/a&gt;where my family is from. While there we had many fun adventures of which I PROMISE I will blog about soon. But while we were there, we went to church which was fun and no different from home (except for the beautiful scenery around and the warm climate) anywho... long story short, the kids in their nursery were playing with toys that were older than me (by like 10 or 15 years) and broken. I was humbled when I saw how grateful they were for what they had and how the children still played happily and not one of them uttered a simple complaint. (and these toys were like REALLY broken... like where we would have disposed of them long ago.) Now, to back track a little bit, Nick and I have always wanted to offer some kind of help to the island, not that it's destitute or anything like that, just many of the things we take for granted here cost a lot of money there and aren't on the tops of their priorities. We're wanting to do something bigger, but we still haven't decided yet, and that probably won't happen for some years to come, but we thought at least for now we could help out our fellow &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mormon.org"&gt;Latter Day Saints&lt;/a&gt; and send them a care package. We will take care of all the shipping but are wondering if anyone has any new or used toys in good condition that they'd like to donate. There are two branches of our church there, and we're wanting to send them some toys and other things that might brighten their days and just help. We dont' know exactly what else we wanna send 'cause they're all in uniformed schools so they have dress shirts and shoes and pants but maybe they get worn out easily? I dunno...but if you'd like to help out you can drop toys off at my house, call me and I'll come get em from yours or bring em to church and I'll take em there. Nick thinks some basketballs and stuff for the older kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S2zKdC6oqYI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dyEiiVJVeLE/s1600-h/toddler-toys-2-737508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S2zKdC6oqYI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dyEiiVJVeLE/s400/toddler-toys-2-737508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434941450677168514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-7515101872494543558?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/7515101872494543558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=7515101872494543558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7515101872494543558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7515101872494543558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/02/toy-collection.html' title='Toy Collection'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/S2zKdC6oqYI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dyEiiVJVeLE/s72-c/toddler-toys-2-737508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-2186326803091986751</id><published>2010-02-03T13:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:30:41.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savour the Art of Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yumminess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yummy Food'/><title type='text'>Yes Yes I'm posting again and No this isn't an update sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So Most of you know or have heard about my talented and fun friend Carla. She owns &lt;a href="http://www.savourfood.ca"&gt;Savour the Art of Food&lt;/a&gt; a delectable company offering cooking classes, catering services and now PERSONAL CHEF SERVICES!!!! You heard me right... she will come to your home and cook you food! What on EARTH can be better than that? I love to cook, but I would never turn down a meal from Carla haha! So I'm posting because I love her and think she's amazazing.. but also 'cause she's doing a giveaway on her blog for said personal chef service AND I WANT IT! haha I enter all her draws and never win but this time I feel it haha! So check out her blog for an awesome &lt;a href="http://carla-savourfood.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-celebration-of-my-newest-service.html"&gt;personal chef service giveaway&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-2186326803091986751?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/2186326803091986751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=2186326803091986751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2186326803091986751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2186326803091986751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes-yes-im-posting-again-and-no-this.html' title='Yes Yes I&apos;m posting again and No this isn&apos;t an update sorry!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-2268258218270364533</id><published>2010-01-28T16:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:01:25.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things Liv says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>Olivia-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I know I have SOOOO MUCH &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt; to catch up on... but Liv's just tooo funny! This was our convo like 2 minutes ago haha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Guess What?! Gigi (Aunt Meg) is coming over and we're gonna have a..... (waiting gingerly for her response)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olivia:&lt;/span&gt; A BABY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; No... A PIZZA PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-2268258218270364533?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/2268258218270364533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=2268258218270364533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2268258218270364533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2268258218270364533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2010/01/olivia-isms.html' title='Olivia-isms'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-7439092083620676429</id><published>2009-11-20T14:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:31:30.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freebies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Giveaway on the business blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Giveaway on the business blog! Check it out to win a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt; custom holiday photo card design! Make sure to leave a comment and tell me how you entered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbandesignstudio1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-to-post.html"&gt;Free Custom Holiday Photo Card Giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-7439092083620676429?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/7439092083620676429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=7439092083620676429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7439092083620676429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7439092083620676429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/11/giveaway-on-business-blog.html' title='Giveaway on the business blog!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-2019517658827012295</id><published>2009-11-11T20:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:33:06.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandpas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rememberance day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veterans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><title type='text'>A Day Of Rememberance</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/_7vwsfFaRclY/Svt-z2sZUuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/4PKWRHI6ApA/s1600-h/flanders%2Bfield.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 556px; height: 417px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/Svt-z2sZUuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/4PKWRHI6ApA/s400/flanders%2Bfield.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403051607281193698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we took our kids to the war &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;museum&lt;/span&gt; here in Calgary in honor of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt; day. We taught them about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;poppy&lt;/span&gt; and about their great &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;grandpas&lt;/span&gt; who fought in the war. It was such a wonderful &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; and the ceremony made me tear up. I am so grateful for those &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;brave&lt;/span&gt; men who fought in those wars and their &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; wives who supported them, and for all they gave up for their &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;country&lt;/span&gt; and for our &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;freedoms&lt;/span&gt;... some even their lives. I am grateful for those brave men and women who are fighting &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, for their efforts in trying to make a difference. I love this country and am so proud to be called a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Canadian&lt;/span&gt;. I feel so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; to have been born and raised in such a free and peaceful country and love our &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; neighbors and in my case, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; members and friends, and all they do as well to make this world a better and safer place. I can't &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; sending my son or husband away not knowing if they will come back or what will happen, but am so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for the strength and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; those men and women had then and so many &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; have today. Below are some pictures of Nick's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Grandpa Bridge&lt;/span&gt; (look like someone you know?) He was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;veteran&lt;/span&gt; and a wonderful man, and along with Nick's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Grandpa Larsen&lt;/span&gt; who was also a veteran and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; man, we are &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;remembering&lt;/span&gt; them today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lest we forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/Svt-0uTef5I/AAAAAAAAAsY/u_68s1xGWDU/s1600-h/2007_05_12_11_37_38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/Svt-0uTef5I/AAAAAAAAAsY/u_68s1xGWDU/s400/2007_05_12_11_37_38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403051622209060754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/Svt-0YspixI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-kOt2obDI6c/s1600-h/2007_05_13_17_37_50.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/Svt-0YspixI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-kOt2obDI6c/s400/2007_05_13_17_37_50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403051616409062162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-2019517658827012295?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/2019517658827012295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=2019517658827012295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2019517658827012295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2019517658827012295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-of-rememberance.html' title='A Day Of Rememberance'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/Svt-z2sZUuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/4PKWRHI6ApA/s72-c/flanders%2Bfield.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-1360542883297889142</id><published>2009-11-06T22:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:29:46.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years and still going strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v73/55/32/514605040/n514605040_151426_8246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 407px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v73/55/32/514605040/n514605040_151426_8246.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v73/55/32/514605040/n514605040_151412_4934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 411px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v73/55/32/514605040/n514605040_151412_4934.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; was a month ago, but I still wanted to post. We've been married for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;5 years&lt;/span&gt; and it's been wonderful! Don't get me wrong, we &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; had our problems and fights, but our love for each other has never been so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;. Nick is so patient with me and I love that about him. He's like that with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt; too. A trait I'm working very hard on... And even though sometimes it takes him a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;longer&lt;/span&gt; than others, he &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; me! I feel so grateful to have him in my life and to be with such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; person every day. He's always willing to work on our &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; and to keep it strong and I just &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that about him. Anyways, I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for how far we've come over the past 5 years and can't wait for an &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;eternity&lt;/span&gt; more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SvUCFWzpnbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ynm3dJv-JM0/s1600-h/IMG_4876-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SvUCFWzpnbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ynm3dJv-JM0/s400/IMG_4876-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401225619145596338" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SvUCE-xkDeI/AAAAAAAAAmI/xzN-FnTj6pw/s1600-h/IMG_4862-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SvUCE-xkDeI/AAAAAAAAAmI/xzN-FnTj6pw/s400/IMG_4862-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401225612694392290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SvUCFrupg6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/E49O6My_zkU/s1600-h/IMG_4838-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 391px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SvUCFrupg6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/E49O6My_zkU/s400/IMG_4838-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401225624761762722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at how &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; he is! I just love that boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-1360542883297889142?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/1360542883297889142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=1360542883297889142&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/1360542883297889142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/1360542883297889142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-years-and-still-going-strong.html' title='5 years and still going strong'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SvUCFWzpnbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ynm3dJv-JM0/s72-c/IMG_4876-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-9169281346216275615</id><published>2009-10-31T10:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:45:46.882-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Templates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urban Design Studio 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freebies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog design'/><title type='text'>So I'm now selling Blog Templates -Take a look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://urbandesignstudio1.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-design-templates.html"&gt;Here's the link&lt;/a&gt; to my website and blog templates. I'm thinking about doing a "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Template Thursday&lt;/span&gt;" and releasing a new template each week... maybe doing a "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Friday Freebie"&lt;/span&gt; where I offer something... what do you think? What would you want offered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-9169281346216275615?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/9169281346216275615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=9169281346216275615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/9169281346216275615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/9169281346216275615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-im-now-selling-blog-templates-take.html' title='So I&apos;m now selling Blog Templates -Take a look!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-7967610180735644368</id><published>2009-10-27T18:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:34:56.264-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naughtyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nixon'/><title type='text'>Oh Man... that boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And What Do You Suppose I Found In &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday?!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuePIih7eyI/AAAAAAAAAbM/6uP1tKwnfAE/s1600-h/floor-vent-2b-785524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuePIih7eyI/AAAAAAAAAbM/6uP1tKwnfAE/s400/floor-vent-2b-785524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397440055297669922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes... Yes this IS another entry about that dreaded 4 letter word... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;POOP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So Yesterday, Nick stayed home from work 'cause he had been &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; all weekend and wasn't feeling good then either... Well, when we woke up, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; felt sick, so he let me sleep in and watched the kids for a bit. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;vaguely&lt;/span&gt; remember him asking Nixon if he pooped in his room and then cleaning it up. Fine... that was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt; right?.. WRONG! Everytime I went into his room I couldn't get why it &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;smelled&lt;/span&gt;... I stripped his bed, put ALL the sheets in the wash, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;searched&lt;/span&gt; for diapers, but the smell still lingered. As I was putting him down for the night I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;noticed&lt;/span&gt; the smell was really strong by the head of his bed (which is a crib mattress for now by the way). And looked around and all I saw was.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;the vent&lt;/span&gt;! "Oh no" I thought... "He &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; have!"... well He Could have... and he &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;! He had somehow either &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;hovered&lt;/span&gt; over it and pooped or moved the fecal matter into the vent... and then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;replaced&lt;/span&gt; the top! I am so lucky I found it within the day and didn't have the heat &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;blaring&lt;/span&gt; and... well you get the picture! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;? Where does he get it? Nick &amp;amp; I didn't know whether to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; or be mad... it is kinda funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-7967610180735644368?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/7967610180735644368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=7967610180735644368&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7967610180735644368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7967610180735644368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-man-that-boy.html' title='Oh Man... that boy!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuePIih7eyI/AAAAAAAAAbM/6uP1tKwnfAE/s72-c/floor-vent-2b-785524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-7611763860362628408</id><published>2009-10-23T13:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:36:47.508-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things Liv says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>Latest in Olivianess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Olivia: &lt;/span&gt;"Mom, I know! We should have 2 boys and 2 girls!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "We should? Where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Olivia:&lt;/span&gt; "In our house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Where are we going to get the other girl and boy from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Olivia: &lt;/span&gt;"Ummm... from the baby store!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's such a ham! Honestly... where does she think of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-7611763860362628408?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/7611763860362628408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=7611763860362628408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7611763860362628408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7611763860362628408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/10/latest-in-olivianess.html' title='Latest in Olivianess!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-8041322507844326554</id><published>2009-10-21T14:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:11:07.846-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughtsm inspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons of life'/><title type='text'>Whoah Nelly!</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/_7vwsfFaRclY/St9402dQrRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ZavG7RAee7A/s1600-h/seasons-montage.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/St9402dQrRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ZavG7RAee7A/s400/seasons-montage.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395163727979916562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So it just feels like life is going by &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; fast! I remember when I had been married like 6ish months waking up one morning and just being &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;amazed&lt;/span&gt; at where I was in life. It was like in the movies when you see them and then in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;flash&lt;/span&gt; you see them 20 years later. Sometimes (like this morning) I feel like life has &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;skipped&lt;/span&gt; ahead so quickly and I should still be like back in high school or &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;. Anyone else get this or am I just crazy? It's not like I'm not happy or don't love my life, I am very &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; at where I am in life and love my family. I dunno, I just feel like it's going &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; fast! I can remember riding my bike around the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; for hours with my friends in elementary/junior high school and now I'm married and teaching my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; kids to ride bikes. I feel like I should stop &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt; or something to make the time last longer. Before I know it my kids will be starting school and then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;graduating&lt;/span&gt; and then getting married and having their own kids! Oh man... but that's all the joy of growing and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;experiencing&lt;/span&gt; all the different seasons there are to life right? As excited as I am for all of these things to happen, I think my new goal in life is to take some time to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;breathe&lt;/span&gt;, relax and really try to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; each season. Funny... as I'm writing this the leaves have turned and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt; has come and melted and more should be on its way in the next few months and I realize that I didn't enjoy &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; as much as I wanted. So I will take a lesson that I learn &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt; fall when I regret how much time I spent indoors during the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; months of summer and apply it to my life in a much &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;grander&lt;/span&gt; way and make a goal to not look back and regret not spending &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; time with the kids, or Nick or doing the things I love. I know that life gets in the way and I can't spend &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt; minute of my life doing something I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;ABSOLUTELY&lt;/span&gt; love, but I can try a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;harder&lt;/span&gt;, complain a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; and just enjoy each season, even if it is the dead of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;winter&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-8041322507844326554?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/8041322507844326554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=8041322507844326554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8041322507844326554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8041322507844326554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/10/whoah-nelly.html' title='Whoah Nelly!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/St9402dQrRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ZavG7RAee7A/s72-c/seasons-montage.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-5739529424792814133</id><published>2009-10-16T20:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:32:11.074-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelly'/><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I find myself on a friday evening reclining while watching Liar Liar with my laptop and a pint of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Haagen Dazs&lt;/span&gt; Mayan Chocolate ice cream. Nixon's asleep, Liv's at her cousins for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;sleepover&lt;/span&gt; and Nick's somewhere on the road between here and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Edmonton&lt;/span&gt; returning from a business meeting. Now what do I do? I look around me and see my basement covered in food, toys and playdough, yet the urge to clean does &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; seem to manifest, no matter how much I say "I should...".  I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; behind with work and know that more is coming in the week, but still.... no urges. So, I do something that I frequently &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;neglect&lt;/span&gt; and haven't done in some time... I blog. Now, what to blog about? Well, you've all seen my new blog design by now, and Yes, I do blogs as well as all that other stuff. I really love the way my blog turned out, it feels very.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;! But this isn't my business blog, so enough about that. Lately I've been full of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;gratitude&lt;/span&gt;. I feel like I have so much and don't really deserve it. We have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; home, a vehicle I LOVE, two happy, healthy children, a happy home, an &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; husband who is just so good to me despite my clear &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;insanity&lt;/span&gt; and my amazing friends. I think that if I had to pick the 2 things that I was the most grateful for this year, it would be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;gospel&lt;/span&gt; (even though I'm really not the best at living it to my fullest, but that's what progression is for right?) and for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; I have around me, both friends and family. My two &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;closest&lt;/span&gt; friends, Kelly &amp;amp; Bree have been so good to me, they really are both just amazing women and I'm so happy to have them in my life, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; over this last year. I have so many other wonderful friends and really miss my close ones from Winnipeg &amp;amp; from childhood. As I reflect, I realize that this year has been an especially &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt; one. Despite my many blessings, I have had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;rough&lt;/span&gt; time, figguring out post-partum depression that seemed to fester into I don't know what; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;stresses&lt;/span&gt; of managing a home, a business, partnering with some amazing women for another business, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;guilt&lt;/span&gt; of my businesses, being a good mommy, wifey and friend and who knows what else! But looking back, all I can say is that I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;survived&lt;/span&gt;! And that survival was in large part to my best friends. They made me smile and talked me through a whole lot of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;issues&lt;/span&gt;, they took my kids, they threw parties, they let me &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;vent&lt;/span&gt;, stress and cry. But most importantly, they let me just be &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, and didn't judge me one bit for doing so. To them I am unbelievably and forever grateful. I know the Lord had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; plan when he put those women in my path, they are exactly what I need and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;combined&lt;/span&gt; with my wonderful Husband, they keep me going. I love them, I love Nick, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my sweet little babies and I am truly grateful for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt; and joy I have been feeling recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-5739529424792814133?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/5739529424792814133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=5739529424792814133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/5739529424792814133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/5739529424792814133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-4702371967933535464</id><published>2009-10-04T23:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:00:28.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG DESIGN GIVEAWAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;So, the official blog for Urban Design Studio 1 (formerly, "Keshia Larsen Designs") is now up! You can get to it by clicking &lt;a href="http://urbandesignstudio1.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I know it has been a long time coming and the site will be up next week, but I wanted to get some things rolling including A GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you who are unfamiliar with our work, we offer our services in all things design, including:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Websites&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Logos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Businsess Cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photo baby/birth announcements &amp;amp; cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photo wedding invitations &amp;amp; collections&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And now offering Wedding Websites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So to kick off our new company, we are offering a free blog design! Here's how to win, check out my company blog button on the right (------&gt;), add it to your blog, go back to the uds1 blog and tell me that you did it! (You get an extra entry if you follow us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent, and thanks for supporting the new company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s400/mem-signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-4702371967933535464?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/4702371967933535464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=4702371967933535464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/4702371967933535464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/4702371967933535464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-design-giveaway.html' title='BLOG DESIGN GIVEAWAY!!!!!'/><author><name>Keshia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16554897517322238438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SuYHUFEgq-I/AAAAAAAAAak/svrSPFBqYXA/S220/IMG_4967-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7vwsfFaRclY/SsmAEIJbZpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LT4noBbkhFk/s72-c/mem-signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-8509802533375438685</id><published>2009-09-14T16:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:09:30.782-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savour the Art of Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yumminess'/><title type='text'>SAVOUR = YUMMY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, my good friend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Carla&lt;/span&gt; has this amazing company with amazing food! (and design haha) She caters weddings, events (big or small) and does... wait for it... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;COOKING CLASSES!&lt;/span&gt; How awesome is that? She is major talented and a whole lotta fun! here's her site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savourfood.ca"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgo63Uzn8PI/AAAAAAAAAeY/KWPCEGafrkg/s400/Savour-Button1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(http://www.savourfood.ca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;http://www.carla-savourfood.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Check it out, give her a call, you're sure to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AMAZED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-8509802533375438685?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/8509802533375438685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=8509802533375438685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8509802533375438685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8509802533375438685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/09/savour-yummy.html' title='SAVOUR = YUMMY!!!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgo63Uzn8PI/AAAAAAAAAeY/KWPCEGafrkg/s72-c/Savour-Button1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-4908612289532847097</id><published>2009-08-23T22:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:23:36.767-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick&apos;s Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You might be a redneck if'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelly and weston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff Foxworthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><title type='text'>You might be a redneck if...</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIY6p1EHKI/AAAAAAAAArw/8KkEraooDvo/s1600-h/1_61_foxworthy_jeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIY6p1EHKI/AAAAAAAAArw/8KkEraooDvo/s200/1_61_foxworthy_jeff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373384701346323618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIY7DMNUXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/cMB9qfcNxJs/s1600-h/IMG_5177.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIY7DMNUXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/cMB9qfcNxJs/s200/IMG_5177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373384708154282354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(this one I took...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For Nick's birthday, I bought him tickets to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jeff Foxworthy&lt;/span&gt;. Kelly &amp;amp; Weston came with and it was a good time! Jeff was so funny! We had the absolute &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt; seats in the house though, completed with sitting next to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;THAT PERSON&lt;/span&gt;! You know that person... the one who laughs entirely too loud at the jokes that should only warrant a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;chuckle&lt;/span&gt;, that person that while he laughs even harder at the jokes that should warrant a regular laugh keels over and hits &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; leg (as if you didn't hear the joke too). And, according to Kelly who had the misfortune of sitting directly beside him, that person who &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;smells like soup&lt;/span&gt;... and not the good kind! Despite THAT PERSON, it was an awesome evening that included a story about a guy getting his nipple &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bitten off&lt;/span&gt; by a beaver, many stories about his book signings at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and the encounters with many rednecks there, a very well supported &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;theory&lt;/span&gt; on age and size appropriate clothing (if you are over 15, you should NOT have "juicy" written on your bum...) and of course, ending off with his signature "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You might be a redneck if...&lt;/span&gt;" jokes. It was a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-4908612289532847097?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/4908612289532847097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=4908612289532847097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/4908612289532847097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/4908612289532847097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-might-be-redneck-if.html' title='You might be a redneck if...'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIY6p1EHKI/AAAAAAAAArw/8KkEraooDvo/s72-c/1_61_foxworthy_jeff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-7942784516448977801</id><published>2009-08-23T22:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:22:30.773-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi'/><title type='text'>Aunt Gigi</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpITaUIz89I/AAAAAAAAArY/nYPb-xXGGmU/s1600-h/IMG_5137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpITaUIz89I/AAAAAAAAArY/nYPb-xXGGmU/s200/IMG_5137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373378648209617874" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpITbYcuclI/AAAAAAAAAro/K4wO4RZFXNw/s1600-h/IMG_5140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpITbYcuclI/AAAAAAAAAro/K4wO4RZFXNw/s200/IMG_5140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373378666546754130" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpITa8XvGYI/AAAAAAAAArg/VdU2YrZNSSw/s1600-h/IMG_5139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpITa8XvGYI/AAAAAAAAArg/VdU2YrZNSSw/s200/IMG_5139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373378659009632642" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nick's sister and her now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; (pictures to come) are so much fun! Our kids just adore them. Nick's sister is Meg but Liv decided to call her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Gigi&lt;/span&gt; and it's just stuck. Her husband Jorge is a complete riot, he's just so much fun! They are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; together, both so happy and a bundle of fun! I can't wait to see them with their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; kids in the future 'cause our kids think they're the best! They watch our kids for us overnight &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;whenever&lt;/span&gt; we need to get away (which surprisingly has been a couple times this summer) and are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;frequent&lt;/span&gt; guests at our dinner table. I love having them around, they bring such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; to our home and our lives! Oh and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;... ya, they pretty much speak for themselves, if they were your aunt and uncle wouldn't you think they were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;? (I love how in the 1st one you can see Nixon on the swing watching them... he looks confused).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-7942784516448977801?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/7942784516448977801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=7942784516448977801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7942784516448977801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7942784516448977801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/08/aunt-gigi.html' title='Aunt Gigi'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpITaUIz89I/AAAAAAAAArY/nYPb-xXGGmU/s72-c/IMG_5137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-1156303991017766619</id><published>2009-08-23T21:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:35:34.535-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelly and weston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Fun at the ranch</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIQaJ_SB4I/AAAAAAAAArQ/Tezy1rn4kj0/s1600-h/IMG_5136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIQaJ_SB4I/AAAAAAAAArQ/Tezy1rn4kj0/s200/IMG_5136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373375346950408066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIQZc6hYPI/AAAAAAAAArI/gLeWp1BiXJw/s1600-h/IMG_5135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIQZc6hYPI/AAAAAAAAArI/gLeWp1BiXJw/s200/IMG_5135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373375334850846962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIQY-aFDtI/AAAAAAAAArA/QuqlF6Ai7tU/s1600-h/IMG_5133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIQY-aFDtI/AAAAAAAAArA/QuqlF6Ai7tU/s200/IMG_5133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373375326661709522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIQYesypHI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Wv-KVhqk7GI/s1600-h/IMG_5132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIQYesypHI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Wv-KVhqk7GI/s200/IMG_5132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373375318150259826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIQYGe--LI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mXygAzKgl5Y/s1600-h/IMG_5131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIQYGe--LI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mXygAzKgl5Y/s200/IMG_5131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373375311649896626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our dear friends Kelly &amp;amp; Weston have this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; Ranch not too far away. We have so much fun going out there and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; out, whether it be photo shoots with the girls, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;horseback&lt;/span&gt; riding, quadding, dirt biking, or just hanging out having a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt;, it's so much fun. They're some of our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;closest&lt;/span&gt; friends and I love just hanging out with them. We can sit and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;gab&lt;/span&gt; for hours and never get sick of each other. I love that it's not just us and Kel &amp;amp; Wes though, their kids are a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;riot&lt;/span&gt; and we have so much fun with them too! They &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pile&lt;/span&gt; our kids around and take them on the quad or just out to play. These pics are of the kids hanging out in the horse corral (also very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;useful&lt;/span&gt; for children) and of Ashley sporting a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; look of liv's sun hat and some dirt biking gear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-1156303991017766619?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/1156303991017766619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=1156303991017766619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/1156303991017766619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/1156303991017766619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-at-ranch.html' title='Fun at the ranch'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIQaJ_SB4I/AAAAAAAAArQ/Tezy1rn4kj0/s72-c/IMG_5136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-6873528568962118828</id><published>2009-08-23T21:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:32:57.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent'/><title type='text'>The amazing talents of Miss Stephanie</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIOc_yNxsI/AAAAAAAAAqo/f2SH-BcfC9s/s1600-h/IMG_5124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIOc_yNxsI/AAAAAAAAAqo/f2SH-BcfC9s/s200/IMG_5124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373373196727600834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIOb3BU4QI/AAAAAAAAAqY/5fx7hg0SkjY/s1600-h/IMG_5110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIOb3BU4QI/AAAAAAAAAqY/5fx7hg0SkjY/s200/IMG_5110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373373177195192578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIOcUzxhBI/AAAAAAAAAqg/hA_1gbqgPLU/s1600-h/IMG_5117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIOcUzxhBI/AAAAAAAAAqg/hA_1gbqgPLU/s200/IMG_5117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373373185191412754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIObSbuc-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/81BESPNmggA/s1600-h/IMG_5106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIObSbuc-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/81BESPNmggA/s200/IMG_5106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373373167373808610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So my sister-in-law is an amazing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;aspiring&lt;/span&gt; seamstress! A couple of months ago she came by with this dress for Liv that she just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;whipped&lt;/span&gt; up! She is amazing! She doesn't use patterns or anything and just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt; up designs and likes to try new things out. I thought this dress was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;, not just because it is absolutely adorable, which it is, but because it was just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;out of the blue&lt;/span&gt;, she just thought of Liv and wanted to make her a special dress! Liv &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; her new dress and I think what she loves most about it is saying that her Aunt Stephanie &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; it for her! I love my sister-in law and am so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; to spend my life with her, she is one of my dearest friends, and although life has been getting in the way of us &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;spending&lt;/span&gt; much time together lately, she's wonderful and I love every &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt; I get with her!&lt;br /&gt;This dress is just the beginning of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; talents of miss Stephanie! (more to come... more to come!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-6873528568962118828?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/6873528568962118828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=6873528568962118828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/6873528568962118828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/6873528568962118828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/08/amazing-talents-of-miss-stephanie.html' title='The amazing talents of Miss Stephanie'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIOc_yNxsI/AAAAAAAAAqo/f2SH-BcfC9s/s72-c/IMG_5124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-2265660586454476003</id><published>2009-08-23T21:18:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:47:58.788-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edmonton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Edmonton Bound!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we had a ton of fun this summer, and it all started with a trip to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Edmonton&lt;/span&gt;. Nick's cousins live up there and we have so much &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; with them! We just hung out and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;played&lt;/span&gt; for a few days and went to West Edmonton Mall were liv (somewhat due to her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;massive&lt;/span&gt; hair) was tall enough to get on a bunch of the rides. She had so much fun on the little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;airplane&lt;/span&gt; that goes surprisingly high for a children's ride! We went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;park&lt;/span&gt; and had a barbecue with some family home for a visit from the states and Europe and just had an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;overall&lt;/span&gt; blast! I love having family that your close to and get &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;along&lt;/span&gt; with so well! It's also fun that they're not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; far away and a weekend trip is easy to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Sea Lion show at West Ed:&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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIMW6z344I/AAAAAAAAAqI/--fH7AfsslI/s1600-h/IMG_5102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIMW6z344I/AAAAAAAAAqI/--fH7AfsslI/s200/IMG_5102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373370893289907074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIMDvhltRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/SbuGbNHZnLs/s1600-h/IMG_5101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIMDvhltRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/SbuGbNHZnLs/s200/IMG_5101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373370563842913554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIMDEt_rNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/V7IdyFxM4so/s1600-h/IMG_5099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIMDEt_rNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/V7IdyFxM4so/s200/IMG_5099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373370552352222418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liv Flying a plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIMCrJYhuI/AAAAAAAAApw/9Pp2o13V4Kk/s1600-h/IMG_5077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIMCrJYhuI/AAAAAAAAApw/9Pp2o13V4Kk/s200/IMG_5077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373370545487775458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIMCN9qwuI/AAAAAAAAApo/9jJEbdrgL8I/s1600-h/IMG_5074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIMCN9qwuI/AAAAAAAAApo/9jJEbdrgL8I/s200/IMG_5074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373370537654010594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Day at the park with a cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIMBgHOPHI/AAAAAAAAApg/aKoER79g_Rw/s1600-h/IMG_5059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIMBgHOPHI/AAAAAAAAApg/aKoER79g_Rw/s200/IMG_5059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373370525346053234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIKf4UD-pI/AAAAAAAAApY/AsAIbCxNTPw/s1600-h/IMG_5058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIKf4UD-pI/AAAAAAAAApY/AsAIbCxNTPw/s200/IMG_5058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373368848215177874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIKfX1XHqI/AAAAAAAAApQ/y9w9BWnnzOg/s1600-h/IMG_5056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIKfX1XHqI/AAAAAAAAApQ/y9w9BWnnzOg/s200/IMG_5056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373368839496474274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIKetxQcbI/AAAAAAAAApI/R59jC_6MSts/s1600-h/IMG_5036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-2265660586454476003?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/2265660586454476003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=2265660586454476003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2265660586454476003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2265660586454476003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/08/edmonton-bound.html' title='Edmonton Bound!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIMW6z344I/AAAAAAAAAqI/--fH7AfsslI/s72-c/IMG_5102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-7279327741157766742</id><published>2009-08-23T20:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:04:58.768-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nixon'/><title type='text'>the two peas</title><content type='html'>My little Bruiser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH8pTkP-tI/AAAAAAAAAoA/x7yBbl6k_XU/s1600-h/IMG_4898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH8pTkP-tI/AAAAAAAAAoA/x7yBbl6k_XU/s200/IMG_4898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373353616986864338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH8ozyG1JI/AAAAAAAAAn4/cqbKn4h6wBw/s1600-h/IMG_4894.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH8ozyG1JI/AAAAAAAAAn4/cqbKn4h6wBw/s200/IMG_4894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373353608455050386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I am pretty sure that Nixon is going to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"that kid" &lt;/span&gt;You know who I'm talking about that kid in school who always had a scar or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt; limb, that kid who's parents get called to come in 'cause he was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;showing off &lt;/span&gt;on top of the monkey bars and now needs stitches, or a cast... or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;! I am confident in my thought that Nixon will be "that kid" because he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; is! No broken bones &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; (knock on wood) but he's got scrapes and scars like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;! Last week he cracked his back on the side of Liv's beds while doing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;somersaults&lt;/span&gt; and jumping, so I went to console him and he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pushed&lt;/span&gt; me away and did &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; somersault over her foot board! Also, if you were to look at his back, you'd see a pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nasty&lt;/span&gt; looking scar from him running through the house and jumping onto the couch so hard that he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bounced&lt;/span&gt; off and fell onto a toy! These particular pictures are from a run-in with he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; earlier this summer. He was running around and tried to tackle it and cut his &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;eyelid&lt;/span&gt;. Lucky no stitches, but it did turn into a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt; little scar! These pictures remind me of what guys look like after a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;boxing&lt;/span&gt; or UFC match, swollen and cut up! I don't know if this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;typical&lt;/span&gt; of all little boys, but I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; noticing a difference across the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;genders&lt;/span&gt;! Liv was busy, but busy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; where Nixon's busy getting into as much mischief as he possibly can between naps and meals. He keeps me on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;toes&lt;/span&gt;... that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girly tom-boy!&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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIDHe5HmHI/AAAAAAAAAoI/IR_uoxSH0ac/s1600-h/IMG_4899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpIDHe5HmHI/AAAAAAAAAoI/IR_uoxSH0ac/s200/IMG_4899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373360732493027442" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH7sghqaRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/IMKmA7orq-I/s1600-h/IMG_4884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH7sghqaRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/IMKmA7orq-I/s200/IMG_4884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373352572493654290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH7sPULI0I/AAAAAAAAAno/oePlcFADh9Q/s1600-h/IMG_4874.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH7sPULI0I/AAAAAAAAAno/oePlcFADh9Q/s200/IMG_4874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373352567873676098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH7rtvwwyI/AAAAAAAAAng/yGq9kkCYcPo/s1600-h/IMG_4873.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH7rtvwwyI/AAAAAAAAAng/yGq9kkCYcPo/s200/IMG_4873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373352558862582562" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much fun dressing up my kids! I know everyone says it's not as fun dressing up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt; but I totally think it is! Girls though... they're just a whole &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; kind of fun! Liv loves to get all pretty and have her nails &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;painted&lt;/span&gt; and put on a new dress! Now, any of you that know me know that I'm not super &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;... I clean up just fine and can act the part, but it does take a little effort for me to get in touch with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;inner&lt;/span&gt; "girly-girl" and yes, she is in there beneath a few sports &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;injuries&lt;/span&gt; and concussions! Liv is the perfect &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt; though, she'll get dressed in a pair of tights and a pink shirt, occasionally  a tu-tu) and then go out back and collect &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;worms&lt;/span&gt; and bugs. She is a girly tom-boy, it's awesome! She has no problem &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wrestling&lt;/span&gt; with her dad and brother and then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;strapping&lt;/span&gt; on some ballet shoes! The first pic I just love, she's in an adorable little outfit and just hanging out, the other  pics are her in a cute little tunic dress I bought for her. I love how &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;photogenic&lt;/span&gt; she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-7279327741157766742?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/7279327741157766742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=7279327741157766742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7279327741157766742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7279327741157766742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-peas.html' title='the two peas'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH8pTkP-tI/AAAAAAAAAoA/x7yBbl6k_XU/s72-c/IMG_4898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-1217707599266727997</id><published>2009-08-23T20:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:02:36.044-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Here we go again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, so I'm not even gonna &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt; how long it's been since I last posted (I'm sure you are all aware of my summer &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;slacking&lt;/span&gt;) or how crappy of a blogger I am. I'm just gonna go ahead and start &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; and as I do the song from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"OK GO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;seems to come to mind... so "here we go, here we go, here we go &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;"!!!! (funny story about that song to come in a future post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to start.. so how about at the top of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; list! So here are some pictures I took months ago of the kids playing in our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bookshelves&lt;/span&gt;. They're so funny, they both just love small spaces and hiding &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;anywhere&lt;/span&gt; they can find. So often I'll go upstairs and hear &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;giggling&lt;/span&gt; coming out of either the linen closet or liv's closet. sooo funny! I do love how much they're starting to play &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; though. They're definitely falling into the brother/sister role and one minute they're the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; of friends and the next they're ready to rip each other's hair out... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;! But they've been so much fun and even though there are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; trying times, I've had so much fun watching them grow into little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; with their own likes and dislikes and interests and crazy reasoning for all sorts of things. Those kids &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;brighten&lt;/span&gt; my days and just make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! I may &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;complain&lt;/span&gt; and stress a lot, but I love being a mom, and I just adore my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;  little babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH4ILNw6MI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/qzGgAIZppns/s1600-h/IMG_4847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH4ILNw6MI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/qzGgAIZppns/s200/IMG_4847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373348649762875586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH4G3-a0uI/AAAAAAAAAnA/kzaJc9VZWz4/s1600-h/IMG_4845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH4G3-a0uI/AAAAAAAAAnA/kzaJc9VZWz4/s200/IMG_4845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373348627418370786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH4Gdf3dHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/SUanjLFwIUk/s1600-h/IMG_4844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH4Gdf3dHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/SUanjLFwIUk/s200/IMG_4844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373348620310901874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-1217707599266727997?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/1217707599266727997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=1217707599266727997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/1217707599266727997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/1217707599266727997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SpH4ILNw6MI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/qzGgAIZppns/s72-c/IMG_4847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-5008252974327652431</id><published>2009-07-12T16:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:50:23.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things Liv says'/><title type='text'>Hinting at something?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I will post and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;update&lt;/span&gt; you on my life in a little bit, but I thought I'd &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt; Liv's latest words of wisdom. (this happened like 2 minutes ago as we were walking up the stairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv:&lt;/span&gt; Mommy, there's a lot of room in your tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; There is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv: &lt;/span&gt;Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; There's a lot of room for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv: &lt;/span&gt;For kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think she's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hinting&lt;/span&gt; at something? haha... and just to make sure we're all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;clear&lt;/span&gt; on this... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;NO I am not pregnant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-5008252974327652431?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/5008252974327652431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=5008252974327652431&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/5008252974327652431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/5008252974327652431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/07/hinting-at-something.html' title='Hinting at something?'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-807771266630225654</id><published>2009-06-03T08:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:51:39.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning when I was changing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Olivia:&lt;/span&gt; Mom! You have shells &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; like the Little Mermaid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Olivia:&lt;/span&gt; You have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SHELLS!!!&lt;/span&gt; Just like the Little Mermaid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; I guess I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Olivia:&lt;/span&gt; What &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt; are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;dunno&lt;/span&gt;, what colour are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Olivia: &lt;/span&gt;White!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now as she was watching Roxy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Olivia: &lt;/span&gt;Mom.. they &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;What? Why don't you want &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; to talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Olivia: &lt;/span&gt;No, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Doggies and Piggies&lt;/span&gt;... they don't talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Well they do in their own &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;languages&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Olivia:&lt;/span&gt; Oh.&lt;br /&gt;(a few minutes later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Olivia:&lt;/span&gt; Mom, only &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; talk, like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;... and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.... and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;daddy&lt;/span&gt;.... but my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; doesn't talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny... you gotta love this girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-807771266630225654?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/807771266630225654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=807771266630225654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/807771266630225654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/807771266630225654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-said.html' title='She said...'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-699712520917307936</id><published>2009-05-29T15:03:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:51:00.657-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesomeness'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Breesitting! (warning.. this is a loong one!)</title><content type='html'>Haha like that title? Clever huh? (in case you are too young to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;... or too old to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;, it's a play on "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;adventures in babysitting&lt;/span&gt;" (late 80's film)) ANYWHO.. the tagline for the movie is:"She thought babysitting was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt; money - until she started hanging out with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Andersons&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;So.. my tagline for this post will be: "She thought being a stay at home mom was slightly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; - until she started hanging out with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Bree&lt;/span&gt; Johnson."&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ok so I haven't posted in a while, but I wanted to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;recap&lt;/span&gt; some of my eventful adventures with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBPK7tVMyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/t3bEilzBMyc/s1600-h/IMG_4868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBPK7tVMyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/t3bEilzBMyc/s200/IMG_4868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341356207306519330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Adventure # 1 (not our 1st.. but 1st I'll blog about) -The Settee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh man, so this beauty was at the dump in Okotoks (Actually Salvage Yard but Dump sounds funnier). So we were at the dump (where the salvage yard is located) and Bree stopped dead in her tracks! She had found a Settee! Actually, I think she fell in love with the chair first, but whatever. After humming and haaing over it for quite some time she figgured she probably wouldn't have enough cash to buy both (sometimes they suggest the size of your "donation") but she was set on the chair. After tracking down a worker, she asked "how much" and to her amazement, the worker said... $15 for the set. "SOLD!" haha so that was the easy part! We couldn't fit both in either of our vehicles, so we had to put the couch aside until we could come back the next day with my truck. They had us haul it accross the salvage yard and into a room... it was funny, but awesome! So we paid and all was well. The next day, we went back and this awesom rugby player from Wales helped us carry and tie down the settee to my truck.. .it was quite the event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBSD-oUNGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/y1TSdjBDils/s1600-h/IMG_4858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBSD-oUNGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/y1TSdjBDils/s200/IMG_4858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341359386366588002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBSErvdR-I/AAAAAAAAAkI/nb3XCRKwX1s/s1600-h/IMG_4859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBSErvdR-I/AAAAAAAAAkI/nb3XCRKwX1s/s200/IMG_4859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341359398476138466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBSESkF35I/AAAAAAAAAkA/x2RIpswIYX0/s1600-h/IMG_4856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBSESkF35I/AAAAAAAAAkA/x2RIpswIYX0/s200/IMG_4856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341359391717580690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBSDvU_wWI/AAAAAAAAAjw/9LFmbLfNMz4/s1600-h/IMG_4854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBSDvU_wWI/AAAAAAAAAjw/9LFmbLfNMz4/s200/IMG_4854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341359382259024226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBSDW01qbI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QTiLGxHvxRg/s1600-h/IMG_4852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBSDW01qbI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QTiLGxHvxRg/s200/IMG_4852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341359375681694130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Adventure #2 -Saskatoon Berry Farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This actually should be like adventure 1.5 'cause it occurred in between trips to the Salvage Yard, but meh. So... Bree and her Succulents!!! haha. We went to the SBF 'cause Bree was wanting succulents and I wanted to show her how awesome it is with the beautiful plants and just diviineness! So, since I was driving the truck (to pick up the Settee, Bree had my van... with ALL 4 KIDS! haha it was hilarious! She said it was fun singing ABC's with Liv and I wish we got a picture of all those car seats! It was LEGENDARY! The kids loves the SBF 'cause there are some sheep, pigs, chickens, dogs and lots of pretty things to look at! There was an old mechanical horse that was only a quarter a ride! It was soo much fun!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBU77ZTRUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gH_SCzUDXuo/s1600-h/IMG_4901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBU77ZTRUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gH_SCzUDXuo/s200/IMG_4901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341362546594235714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBU7bNKhEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5PONxSJ66k0/s1600-h/IMG_4900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBU7bNKhEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5PONxSJ66k0/s200/IMG_4900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341362537953395778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Adventure #3 -Vintage Shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well.. more like adventures 3-25 lol we go vintage hunting a fair bit! But Bree has this draw to hats! She LOVES old hats and I swear everytime we go out she finds another one to try on! She hasn't bought any yet.. but she has had her eye on many a vintage hats! Oh man though.. vintage shopping with us is a complete gongshow! Our kids leave trails of food, nearly brake things, scream, cry... but we LOVE it! The vendors never seem to mind when we come in either! It's just soo much fun seeing all of the old treasures and wondering who owned them and what their stories are! We have been vintage shopping this year more than we probably would because we're both doing Antiqued Kids' rooms. Lotsa fun! Next time we go.. why don't you come along? The more chaos the better haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXMKIHdOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/wyu4iMr7Vis/s1600-h/IMG_4910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXMKIHdOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/wyu4iMr7Vis/s200/IMG_4910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341365024449852642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXMW4S8RI/AAAAAAAAAko/mn_ZSuJ65jw/s1600-h/IMG_4911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXMW4S8RI/AAAAAAAAAko/mn_ZSuJ65jw/s200/IMG_4911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341365027873157394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXMnHtF1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Cmu02P_u2iE/s1600-h/IMG_4912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXMnHtF1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Cmu02P_u2iE/s200/IMG_4912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341365032232752978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXMphc1FI/AAAAAAAAAk4/anZsJbYy70c/s1600-h/IMG_4913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXMphc1FI/AAAAAAAAAk4/anZsJbYy70c/s200/IMG_4913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341365032877610066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXM312I7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/uu6gdDOYmV4/s1600-h/IMG_4915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXM312I7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/uu6gdDOYmV4/s200/IMG_4915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341365036721251250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXpnty3SI/AAAAAAAAAlI/rY2xuWmhcLo/s1600-h/IMG_4916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXpnty3SI/AAAAAAAAAlI/rY2xuWmhcLo/s200/IMG_4916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341365530608721186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXp6ncWSI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ojqUcODE_0s/s1600-h/IMG_4920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXp6ncWSI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ojqUcODE_0s/s200/IMG_4920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341365535682353442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXqD-tWmI/AAAAAAAAAlY/6lNtXnMDvAE/s1600-h/IMG_4924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBXqD-tWmI/AAAAAAAAAlY/6lNtXnMDvAE/s200/IMG_4924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341365538195855970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Adventure #4 Spa &amp;amp; Okotoks Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Mother's Day Nick (with some encouragement) got me a spa day! Well it wasn't like a full day although it took up most of the afternoon! Anywho, I went to the spa and Bree came along! We got pedicures which were delightful.. mainly because they had awesome massage chairs and put us close to each other so we could talk and laugh the whole time. After the pedicures, I got a massage and my eyebrows done while Bree just relaxed and enjoyed some alone time! It was Heavenly! We had such a good time together there and then we went to some of the Boutiques which was extra funny 'cause it was raining so we were running through the rain from store to store jumping over puddles and laughing our heads off! One of the best days ever! At one of the stores they had the CUTEST hats so we both bought one and I'm sure you've seen us wearing them 'cause we both do all the time haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBdf4mSm6I/AAAAAAAAAlg/YpeZRvyk6BQ/s1600-h/bree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBdf4mSm6I/AAAAAAAAAlg/YpeZRvyk6BQ/s200/bree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341371960411724706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(sad, can't find my other pictures from this) -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Adventure #5 (really occurred well before "Adventure #1" but meh! -Bree's surprise Birthday Party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I facebooked Brandon and told him I wanted to throw Bree a surprise party.. he had no problem letting me do that and it was awesome! haha I had so much fun.. it had a james bond theme because we were all sneaky and then we went Laser tagging but I gave the address of one place and the directions to another and everyone else surprised Bree while Nick &amp;amp; I sat waiting at the place we usually go to and then we all met up and it was hilarious! Oh man! Then we went back to my place where we drank fancy drinks and laughed all night! Such a good time!&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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBhUTkA1SI/AAAAAAAAAmo/PYrfZdsYlxc/s1600-h/IMG_5026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBhUTkA1SI/AAAAAAAAAmo/PYrfZdsYlxc/s200/IMG_5026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341376159538009378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBhUAemDPI/AAAAAAAAAmg/i68_Rvi1_qw/s1600-h/IMG_5025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBhUAemDPI/AAAAAAAAAmg/i68_Rvi1_qw/s200/IMG_5025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341376154415009010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBhT-F49ZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/1f15zRdiYQA/s1600-h/IMG_5024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBhT-F49ZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/1f15zRdiYQA/s200/IMG_5024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341376153774519698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBgU0-sn8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/oJOO9EjW0ls/s1600-h/IMG_5017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBgU0-sn8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/oJOO9EjW0ls/s200/IMG_5017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341375068996673474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBhTWz6MbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ilPPPeEv7tc/s1600-h/IMG_5020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBhTWz6MbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ilPPPeEv7tc/s200/IMG_5020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341376143230120370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBgUvInH_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/dZCbFPCYmF8/s1600-h/IMG_5015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBgUvInH_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/dZCbFPCYmF8/s200/IMG_5015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341375067427643378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBgUCn4xOI/AAAAAAAAAlw/WplbBUvSv-E/s1600-h/IMG_5014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBgUCn4xOI/AAAAAAAAAlw/WplbBUvSv-E/s200/IMG_5014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341375055479227618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBgT9xrsGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/cC_Pqh6TiEY/s1600-h/IMG_5011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBgT9xrsGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/cC_Pqh6TiEY/s200/IMG_5011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341375054178136162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBgVb8IHBI/AAAAAAAAAmI/lPVNqolXQbc/s1600-h/IMG_5019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBgVb8IHBI/AAAAAAAAAmI/lPVNqolXQbc/s200/IMG_5019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341375079454874642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Adventure # 6 -MY surprise Birthday Party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so this is a good one lol! Apparently Bree &amp;amp; Steph (my sis-in-law and dear friend) were planning this for some time and Steph was awesome at not letting me know anything! Bree on the other hand lol... No.. Bree was great! I knew something was up.. but I didn't know what. I knew she wanted to take me out for my bday so I thought we were gonna get food and then come back to someone's house and ppl would be there... UNTIL she made a phone call! She said she had to call Brandon and tell him to close the garage except Stephanie who was really on the other line was loud and very high-pitched! SO I knew it wasn't Brandon, but I didn't know who it was. We got to the restaurant and a bunch of my favourite people ever were there! IT was awesome! I loved it! Best birthday ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBmt0_J7XI/AAAAAAAAAmw/EI8CVofcFkU/s1600-h/IMG_4914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBmt0_J7XI/AAAAAAAAAmw/EI8CVofcFkU/s200/IMG_4914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341382095565090162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh how I love my little Doe! And that concludes the adventures... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;for now&lt;/span&gt; haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-699712520917307936?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/699712520917307936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=699712520917307936&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/699712520917307936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/699712520917307936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/05/adventures-in-breesitting-warning-this.html' title='Adventures in Breesitting! (warning.. this is a loong one!)'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SiBPK7tVMyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/t3bEilzBMyc/s72-c/IMG_4868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-7883725730611322835</id><published>2009-05-14T14:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:59:24.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me Happy!</title><content type='html'>So I'm still not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt; all the updates and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; I have to post... so these are some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; that make me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyE8DoJ_kI/AAAAAAAAAjA/j2UibPNPC-I/s1600-h/IMG_4841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyE8DoJ_kI/AAAAAAAAAjA/j2UibPNPC-I/s200/IMG_4841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335785825827946050" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyE7yG2h6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/6gd7nrkG9n4/s1600-h/IMG_4839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyE7yG2h6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/6gd7nrkG9n4/s200/IMG_4839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335785821124855714" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyE7uC9v_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/-ztNCflWvFI/s1600-h/IMG_4838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyE7uC9v_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/-ztNCflWvFI/s200/IMG_4838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335785820034809842" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tulips&lt;/span&gt;! Well... any flowers in general! I do especially love tulips because they mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;springtime&lt;/span&gt; and easter! They just seem like such &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cheerful&lt;/span&gt; flowers! So &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; and promising... they're like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; to the world that winter is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; for now... and springtime is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;! I had to buy these tulips and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;brighten&lt;/span&gt; up my kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyE8GE_LrI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gS56RAxZn1s/s1600-h/IMG_4842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyE8GE_LrI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gS56RAxZn1s/s200/IMG_4842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335785826485743282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyFTAmBeyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ZiZygWgmcIE/s1600-h/IMG_4842.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyFTAmBeyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ZiZygWgmcIE/s200/IMG_4842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335786220150684450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Zebra&lt;/span&gt; Purse! We went &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; to Deerfoot Outlet mall and I found this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; purse! It's no secret that I have this weird &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;infatuation&lt;/span&gt; (now more like an obsession) with Zebras... I don't know what it is.. they are just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; beautiful (not their sound though... that's fairly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;). Well you've probably &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;seen&lt;/span&gt; me sporting this purse around &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;proudly&lt;/span&gt;! (which is funny because I really am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; much of a purse person...)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-7883725730611322835?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/7883725730611322835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=7883725730611322835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7883725730611322835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7883725730611322835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things that make me Happy!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyE8DoJ_kI/AAAAAAAAAjA/j2UibPNPC-I/s72-c/IMG_4841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-3658963850069176988</id><published>2009-05-14T11:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:48:14.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, I know &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; was like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt; ago... but here are some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; anyway! Liv had so much fun painting eggs with us.. she asks to paint them all the time!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx9xKxM6YI/AAAAAAAAAg4/syxlVnUmCi4/s1600-h/IMG_4821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx9xKxM6YI/AAAAAAAAAg4/syxlVnUmCi4/s200/IMG_4821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335777942184978818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx9w-9YS1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/cctaO5IJazc/s1600-h/IMG_4820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx9w-9YS1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/cctaO5IJazc/s200/IMG_4820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335777939014830930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx9wp6ri7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/gt_SZoSwE_k/s1600-h/IMG_4819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx9wp6ri7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/gt_SZoSwE_k/s200/IMG_4819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335777933366365106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx8cCUALyI/AAAAAAAAAgg/V54K1cHIvNM/s1600-h/IMG_4816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx8cCUALyI/AAAAAAAAAgg/V54K1cHIvNM/s200/IMG_4816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335776479626145570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx8cDFQ6TI/AAAAAAAAAgY/3zAWUxZFUDA/s1600-h/IMG_4815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx8cDFQ6TI/AAAAAAAAAgY/3zAWUxZFUDA/s200/IMG_4815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335776479832762674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx8b-Y6ArI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/d-sMZ0f7PqY/s1600-h/IMG_4814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx8b-Y6ArI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/d-sMZ0f7PqY/s200/IMG_4814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335776478572970674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx8byQpbrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Dxp2B5_BMKw/s1600-h/IMG_4813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx8byQpbrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Dxp2B5_BMKw/s200/IMG_4813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335776475317104306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx8brwh0CI/AAAAAAAAAgA/bwuytkCrrZI/s1600-h/IMG_4811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx8brwh0CI/AAAAAAAAAgA/bwuytkCrrZI/s200/IMG_4811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335776473571774498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some pics from their Easter Egg &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hunt&lt;/span&gt;... The Easter Bunny left a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tu-tu&lt;/span&gt; basket for Liv and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Zebra&lt;/span&gt; backpack for Nixon on the front doorstep and little bunny &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;footprints&lt;/span&gt; to all of the treats! The kids &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; it! Well.. Liv did.. Nixon was more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; for the first thing he grabbed lol.&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/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx9xS4BYKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/iOVC5mqNY-8/s1600-h/IMG_4825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx9xS4BYKI/AAAAAAAAAhI/iOVC5mqNY-8/s200/IMG_4825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335777944361066658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx9xDgb_fI/AAAAAAAAAhA/EB1lu6VbLgw/s1600-h/IMG_4824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx9xDgb_fI/AAAAAAAAAhA/EB1lu6VbLgw/s200/IMG_4824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335777940235615730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyCWCeme6I/AAAAAAAAAio/dag2AGaZZzA/s1600-h/IMG_4837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyCWCeme6I/AAAAAAAAAio/dag2AGaZZzA/s200/IMG_4837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335782973661150114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyCWEcTXWI/AAAAAAAAAig/nhTpdADCbtA/s1600-h/IMG_4836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyCWEcTXWI/AAAAAAAAAig/nhTpdADCbtA/s200/IMG_4836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335782974188379490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyBdm23EYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JNMOdEoXyfs/s1600-h/IMG_4834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyBdm23EYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JNMOdEoXyfs/s200/IMG_4834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335782004174033282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyBdmxpKcI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/iN-_5QeABJw/s1600-h/IMG_4833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyBdmxpKcI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/iN-_5QeABJw/s200/IMG_4833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335782004152150466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyBdNnccfI/AAAAAAAAAiI/5SxI0vBO8Yw/s1600-h/IMG_4832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyBdNnccfI/AAAAAAAAAiI/5SxI0vBO8Yw/s200/IMG_4832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335781997398487538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyBdNWk2YI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g8pPMBMkQ24/s1600-h/IMG_4831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyBdNWk2YI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g8pPMBMkQ24/s200/IMG_4831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335781997327735170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyBc2CnDeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/LHWwXtxBGxA/s1600-h/IMG_4826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyBc2CnDeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/LHWwXtxBGxA/s200/IMG_4826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335781991069978082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyAICl06HI/AAAAAAAAAhw/C6Jbcmuzq-4/s1600-h/IMG_4831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyAICl06HI/AAAAAAAAAhw/C6Jbcmuzq-4/s200/IMG_4831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335780534150031474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyAIG4VORI/AAAAAAAAAho/L4N3efkpJQw/s1600-h/IMG_4829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyAIG4VORI/AAAAAAAAAho/L4N3efkpJQw/s200/IMG_4829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335780535301388562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyAH-Bl7-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/aNewldUDUPA/s1600-h/IMG_4828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyAH-Bl7-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/aNewldUDUPA/s200/IMG_4828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335780532924313570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyAHrKk8PI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Nxi1wWPDpNU/s1600-h/IMG_4827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgyAHrKk8PI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Nxi1wWPDpNU/s200/IMG_4827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335780527861723378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Bunny&lt;/span&gt; got them a big present as well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv&lt;/span&gt; got a book, a kite (she's been wanting one) and a bubble gun.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nixon&lt;/span&gt; got a book, and some balls, Nick got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lindt&lt;/span&gt; bunny and his fave candy I think. It was a fun Easter! We also gave the kids a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;book&lt;/span&gt; on the Easter Story... it was....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;legendary&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-3658963850069176988?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/3658963850069176988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=3658963850069176988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3658963850069176988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3658963850069176988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/05/easter.html' title='Easter!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/Sgx9xKxM6YI/AAAAAAAAAg4/syxlVnUmCi4/s72-c/IMG_4821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-8582724503775110897</id><published>2009-05-14T11:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:40:00.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgxUEOoFTJI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2x9ypqsyJ1c/s1600-h/IMG_4368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgxUDmSnRuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/IRJkTKq3d58/s1600-h/IMG_4365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgxUDmSnRuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/IRJkTKq3d58/s200/IMG_4365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335732079322154722" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgxUDZG_SQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RPN4ETlV5As/s1600-h/IMG_4363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgxUDZG_SQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RPN4ETlV5As/s200/IMG_4363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335732075783735554" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgxU6LIGpRI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0Wq4PeXe-2U/s1600-h/IMG_4369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgxU6LIGpRI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0Wq4PeXe-2U/s200/IMG_4369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335733016923120914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgxU6VA029I/AAAAAAAAAf4/RNjrNYYUlhU/s1600-h/IMG_4370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgxU6VA029I/AAAAAAAAAf4/RNjrNYYUlhU/s200/IMG_4370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335733019576949714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I'm catching up on some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; posts I've been meaning to do... this is from one of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; warm days this year. My kids &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; being outside and Roxy enjoyed the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt; of being able to pee wherever without getting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yelled&lt;/span&gt; at lol.&lt;/span&gt; I look forward to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; in the backyard with lots of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sunshine&lt;/span&gt; and picnics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-8582724503775110897?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/8582724503775110897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=8582724503775110897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8582724503775110897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8582724503775110897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-in-backyard.html' title='Playing in the Backyard'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SgxUEOoFTJI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2x9ypqsyJ1c/s72-c/IMG_4368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-4124897778347403572</id><published>2009-05-07T08:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:13:51.973-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Love of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v73/55/32/514605040/n514605040_151426_8246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 415px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v73/55/32/514605040/n514605040_151426_8246.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v73/55/32/514605040/n514605040_151414_5390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 416px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v73/55/32/514605040/n514605040_151414_5390.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I wanted to pay a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tribute&lt;/span&gt; to Nick, I have been blogging (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;inconsistently&lt;/span&gt;) for a while now, but I really haven't blogged a whole ton about my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;. Recently, I became even more aware of how &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; our relationship is, and how &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; we are to have each other. But mostly, how lucky &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; to have him! Nick is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; man, he's so selfless and kind, and is always trying to do whatever he can to keep his (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;unstable&lt;/span&gt;) wife happy. He holds his friends in such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; regard, as close as family. He &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;reminds&lt;/span&gt; me of what it was like back in the day when your word meant &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; and deals were made on an oath and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;handshake&lt;/span&gt;! He really is just this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; man that I know the lord put into my path! We all have our ups &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; downs, but he seems to always be able to see the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bigger&lt;/span&gt; picture, and isn't afraid to apologize or make things right. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this man with all of my heart! He's such a wonderful father, our kids just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;adore&lt;/span&gt; him, but I don't blame them.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I do too! &lt;/span&gt;He is just soo kind to me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; he meets. I don't think I've ever seen him be mean to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;... Even this week.. I've been gone &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt; night this week, and during the day I've been gone or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt;. I did manage to get a bunch of laundry washed &amp;amp; dried, but the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt; of those clean clothes on top of the couch just kept &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;multiplying&lt;/span&gt; and the floors were a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;disaster&lt;/span&gt;, and when I came home from a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; evening out, he had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;folded&lt;/span&gt; the laundry and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cleaned&lt;/span&gt; the kitchen! I know that to some of you that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; not seem like a big deal, but I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that he does those&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; small things&lt;/span&gt; for me, and that he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; complain either! (Not even when I leave at 6:30 and come home after &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt;... he just asked me if I had fun!) I am so grateful that I get to spend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;eternity&lt;/span&gt; with him! This fall we'll be celebrating our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5th&lt;/span&gt; year anniversary, and I can't wait to see what the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; years have to bring! I love this man so much.. and he truly is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; the love of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2127/55/32/514605040/n514605040_2538790_8036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 289px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2127/55/32/514605040/n514605040_2538790_8036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2127/55/32/514605040/n514605040_2538789_7735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 379px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2127/55/32/514605040/n514605040_2538789_7735.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2127/55/32/514605040/n514605040_2538792_8631.jpg"&gt;       &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 378px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2127/55/32/514605040/n514605040_2538792_8631.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-4124897778347403572?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/4124897778347403572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=4124897778347403572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/4124897778347403572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/4124897778347403572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-of-my-life.html' title='The Love of My Life'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-2329597467685382957</id><published>2009-05-05T07:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:46:22.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Pink Orchard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7195444"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 53px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeuDSyOXPKs/SfQs0qkN4tI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Eafiv25i8VI/s400/Etsy-Banner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, one of my very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;dearest&lt;/span&gt; friends has opened up her own &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;etsy&lt;/span&gt; shoppe and I just love it! She is so amazingly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;talented&lt;/span&gt;! She's doing some of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cutest&lt;/span&gt; little onesies and pillows! Right now she's doing a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;giveaway&lt;/span&gt;! If you mention her store and what your fave item is you can get it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; or a custom made item! I'm getting a pillow done for Liv's room, so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; I win or not... I'm getting her to make me a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;custom&lt;/span&gt; one! so here's her shop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://www.littlepinkorchard.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7195444&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and my fave item? Well.. I know it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to be the one she custom makes for me... but until then.. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; the silhouettes and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;coral&lt;/span&gt;... and the little pink &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;owl&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;here's some of her work so you can see for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.68083827.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7195444"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 187px;" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.68083827.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeuDSyOXPKs/Sevm9H_CrQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u4A2O5Ao-3I/s400/IMG_2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7195444"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeuDSyOXPKs/Sevm9H_CrQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u4A2O5Ao-3I/s400/IMG_2314.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7195444"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeuDSyOXPKs/SftWsu9x8pI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6BrWf-DIVoU/s320/IMG_2451.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-2329597467685382957?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/2329597467685382957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=2329597467685382957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2329597467685382957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2329597467685382957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-pink-orchard.html' title='Little Pink Orchard!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_EeuDSyOXPKs/SfQs0qkN4tI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Eafiv25i8VI/s72-c/Etsy-Banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-6343888270747235112</id><published>2009-05-04T17:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:35:58.533-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things Liv says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><title type='text'>a madnagass!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv&lt;/span&gt; (wearing one shoe and holding a chew toy and a handful of grass): Mom... can you help me make a madnagass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; A what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv:&lt;/span&gt; A madnagass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know what that is... What are you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;saying&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv: &lt;/span&gt;I need to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; a madnagass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;What's is it for? I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what that is honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv: &lt;/span&gt;It's to look for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;clues&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Oh.. a magnifying glass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv: &lt;/span&gt;Yes! A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;madnagass&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Well, why do you need to look for clues? What are you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv:&lt;/span&gt; My other croc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I'm sorry hun, we can't make a magnifying glass out of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv:&lt;/span&gt; Yes you can! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;! (as she places her treasure in a pile on the lawn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-6343888270747235112?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/6343888270747235112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=6343888270747235112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/6343888270747235112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/6343888270747235112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/05/madnagas.html' title='a madnagass!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-7326760182207222898</id><published>2009-04-30T20:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:54:52.444-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robin Sparkles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How I met your mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesomeness'/><title type='text'>My Happy Song haha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So whenever I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; or stressed out (which is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; lately)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;I watch this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;. I have it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bookmarked&lt;/span&gt; and everything! If any of you watch&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; "How I Met Your Mother"&lt;/span&gt; You'll know all about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Robin Sparkles&lt;/span&gt;! It totally makes me laugh and cheers me up! It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;my happy song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And yes... it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LEGEN&lt;/span&gt;.... wait for it and I hope you're not lactose intolerant 'cause this next part... is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DAIRY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gdD0j6wmMNc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gdD0j6wmMNc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-7326760182207222898?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/7326760182207222898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=7326760182207222898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7326760182207222898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7326760182207222898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-happy-song-haha.html' title='My Happy Song haha!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-4611106779122101237</id><published>2009-04-24T08:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:27:22.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh man..... she's at it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; lol this was this morning over breakfast!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mommy: &lt;/span&gt;"I love you, and I love Nixon, I love both my babies!" (to Liv) "Did you know that you were my very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv:&lt;/span&gt; "Uh-huh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mommy: &lt;/span&gt;"And you used to be in my tummy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv:&lt;/span&gt; "Yes! When I was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; I was in your tummy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; "And Nixon was in my tummy when he was a baby and you used to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;kiss&lt;/span&gt; him and rub my belly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv:&lt;/span&gt; "Yes! and Heavenly Father put &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;" (points to Nixon) "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and me&lt;/span&gt; in your" (points to me) "tummy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; "Wow! You're smart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Olivia:&lt;/span&gt; "Uh-huh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; (just to clarify &amp;amp; make sure I heard correctly) "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; did you get in my tummy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv:&lt;/span&gt; "Heavenly Father &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;put&lt;/span&gt; me in there &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;alllll by hisself!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; "Wow! You are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; smart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Liv: &lt;/span&gt;"Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-4611106779122101237?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/4611106779122101237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=4611106779122101237&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/4611106779122101237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/4611106779122101237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/04/breakfast-talk.html' title='Breakfast Talk'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-1109885752487481050</id><published>2009-04-22T15:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:07:55.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Naughtiness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Se-RmJSxL8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/gcbNj-7zzpE/s1600-h/IMG_4357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Se-RmJSxL8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/gcbNj-7zzpE/s400/IMG_4357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327636968718282690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;face&lt;/span&gt;! Who would think someone looking so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; and so innocent could be &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;otherwise&lt;/span&gt;? Well... about a month ago, Nick went away for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;.... I really hate being away from him.. but I was doing just &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; until I realized it was quiet... a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; quiet! Where was Nixon? I went upstairs and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is what I found: (actually this is 2 separate occasions...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Se-Rd1hnn2I/AAAAAAAAAdw/UM4b3gHRpss/s1600-h/Naughtyness4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Se-Rd1hnn2I/AAAAAAAAAdw/UM4b3gHRpss/s400/Naughtyness4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327636825972907874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... so the little &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; got into the toilet and was using it as his &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; swimming pool! At least he didn't flush it right? Oh man! And then... I walked in and Nixon &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;'t in the bathroom... but he definitely &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; been! All 3 spare rolls of toilet paper and the holder where taking a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;dip&lt;/span&gt;! I really do wonder what was going through his &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt;? "hmmm.... this looks about the right size..." &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Climbs in&lt;/span&gt; "yupp! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Perfect&lt;/span&gt;... now to relax!"  or "hmm.... there's a bowl of water... there's some tp... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;eeeeexcellent&lt;/span&gt;!" haha. My good friend and I are &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; our boys (Nixon and her twins) will get into trouble together &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; their lives and we will be answering &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; calls from the principle... Unfortunately those days don't seem too far off.... Nursery....Sunbeams?&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; oh man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. so.. the same day... I go into the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pantry&lt;/span&gt; to get something for dinner and find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(sans paper towel).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Se-Rd6_N32I/AAAAAAAAAd4/edPITWSJvkI/s1600-h/Naughtyness3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Se-Rd6_N32I/AAAAAAAAAd4/edPITWSJvkI/s400/Naughtyness3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327636827439226722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my pantry floor (and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; touching it) was covered in OIL! I seriously just wanted to close the door and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; deal with it. So Out came the paper towels! I"m still not &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sure&lt;/span&gt; if one of the kids did it or if it just fell off of a shelf. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Either&lt;/span&gt; way... what a pain! Luckily though, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Yes.. almost an entire&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; jug o' oil &lt;/span&gt;was on my floor, but after I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sopped&lt;/span&gt; up a bunch of it with the paper towels I made sure to use &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; soapy water to clean it. (who knows if my pantry floor would have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; gotten that good of a clean without it happening!) Anywho... all of this occured within the first &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;12 hours&lt;/span&gt; of Nick being gone! I was about ready to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt;! or cry... or both! The rest of my time alone wasn't &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; bad though, but needless to say I was thrilled when he got home! And &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; my friends was my encounter with&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; pure naughtiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" 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/8570803933353819314-1109885752487481050?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/1109885752487481050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=1109885752487481050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/1109885752487481050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/1109885752487481050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/04/pure-naughtiness.html' title='Pure Naughtiness!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/Se-RmJSxL8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/gcbNj-7zzpE/s72-c/IMG_4357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-481410632197267495</id><published>2009-04-20T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:51:43.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of babes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonight at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bedtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mommy&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Say your prayers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Olivia:&lt;/span&gt; "Heabenly Fader... thank you for this day..."  loooooooong pause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; "keep going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Olivia&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "What did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; "I said keep going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Olivia:&lt;/span&gt; "why did you say that to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mommy: &lt;/span&gt;"because you need to keep going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Olivia:&lt;/span&gt; "hehe your silly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Momm&lt;/span&gt;y: &lt;/span&gt;"Ok.. it's time to say your prayers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Olivia: &lt;/span&gt;"Heabenly Fader... thank you for this day.... please keep mommy and daddy safe from the monsters" (then she opens her eyes and looks up at me) "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;that was my idea!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one I was meaning to post a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; "Liv, get down from there... it's not safe, the bookshelf could fall on you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Liv: &lt;/span&gt;"Oh I'll just catch it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo funny the things that come out of her &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mouth&lt;/span&gt;! I really need to start keeping a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;journal&lt;/span&gt; just of the things she says... it would be absolutely hilarious! Oh that little girl! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You never know what will come out next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Se0mLXY0wFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Ge-KZ72d4OQ/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Se0mLXY0wFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Ge-KZ72d4OQ/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326955910947717202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8570803933353819314-481410632197267495?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/481410632197267495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=481410632197267495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/481410632197267495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/481410632197267495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/04/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of babes!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/Se0mLXY0wFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Ge-KZ72d4OQ/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-585947302263277547</id><published>2009-04-04T09:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:17:00.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Real This Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know how many of you saw my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; post before I quickly &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;deleted&lt;/span&gt; it, {BREE} But this time I'm for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;! My website is up and it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still having issues with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;embedding&lt;/span&gt; fonts and I'm gonna change some other &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;minor&lt;/span&gt; things, but it's up and fully &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;functioning&lt;/span&gt;. So take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.keshialarsendesigns.com/"&gt;www.keshialarsendesigns.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8570803933353819314-585947302263277547?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/585947302263277547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=585947302263277547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/585947302263277547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/585947302263277547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-real-this-time.html' title='For Real This Time!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-7206617121640089011</id><published>2009-04-02T09:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:15:26.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Signature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just adding a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;signature&lt;/span&gt; and making sure it works! This blog design stuff is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;! Website ETA &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;! (hopefully) I have to add a few things to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;portfolio&lt;/span&gt; first... stupid &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;perfectionism&lt;/span&gt; taking over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109759087497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-7206617121640089011?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/7206617121640089011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=7206617121640089011&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7206617121640089011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7206617121640089011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/04/signature.html' title='Signature'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SdTTo4R_z1I/AAAAAAAAAao/2AndZB2up3w/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-1213417170840757152</id><published>2009-04-01T10:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:29:07.708-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rugby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Decisons, Decisions, Decisions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So.. here's my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; blog design! I have a recent obsession with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;zebra&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; tiger print... so I've unleashed the wild onto my blog! I also decided to take more than &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5 seconds&lt;/span&gt; and pretty up my blog as I've decided to add blog design to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;services&lt;/span&gt; at Keshia Larsen Designs! (Website is still coming.. I know, I know.. If I had myself as a client I'd &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;strangle&lt;/span&gt; me! I change my mind 50 times a day.. I am good at telling &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt; what looks good, but it's so hard for me to pick especially because I feel it needs to look good, since web design is a service I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;offer&lt;/span&gt;...) Anywho.. here's my new blog design (and yes.. stop &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;rubbing&lt;/span&gt; your eyes.. that is hot pink! I know... the not-so girly girl picked pink, but it looks so good with black and white and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;! I've also decided on &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rugby&lt;/span&gt;... This was one &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;TOUGH&lt;/span&gt; decision.. and that was part of the problem.. it was too hard of a decision.. if I really, and I mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; want to play.. there should be no &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt;. And I do want to play, but I think the time just isn't &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;. Also, when I really sat down to think about it, I realised that Saturday is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; day I get with Nick because of work mon-fri and church taking up so much of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. That pretty much made my decision... It would be awesome to play and have my kids see me, and Ingrid did promise lots of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;painted bellies&lt;/span&gt;... -hopefully some preggo ones lol (very hard to give up) but I think I want to just play with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; and have lots of fun adventures before the kids get too involved in friends and sports themselves... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and then I'll coach Liv!&lt;/span&gt; ;) hehe. So that's it.. I've made my decision... not this year! I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; coaching and miss the bond I had with my girls when I coached, so I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; that's what I'll do next year and then maybe play in years to come... and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; not... I'm just thrilled I had the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to be so actively involved in such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; sport and culture! So.. that's it.. that's my decision... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;decision made!&lt;/span&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/8570803933353819314-1213417170840757152?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/1213417170840757152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=1213417170840757152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/1213417170840757152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/1213417170840757152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/04/decisons-decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisons, Decisions, Decisions...'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-6816983587902105861</id><published>2009-03-26T15:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:00:36.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Play or Not to Play?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Scv6r4F89hI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AeBCWCXyBe4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Scv6r4F89hI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AeBCWCXyBe4/s200/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317619416739673618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/Scv6r4F89hI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AeBCWCXyBe4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, so I'm opening this up to all my blog &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;readers&lt;/span&gt; out there (if there are any of you left since I've been a less than &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;faithful&lt;/span&gt; blogger)... To &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt;... or Not to play?! That is the question!&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;debating&lt;/span&gt; over Playing Women's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Rugby&lt;/span&gt; this Year... Should I? Shouldn't I? I've devised a list of pro's and con's of sorts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why I should Play:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I absolutely &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; this sport! I played in High School, was team &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Captain&lt;/span&gt; and then I coached the most &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; girls in Raymond. Seriously some of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;highlights&lt;/span&gt; of my life!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great fitness &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; of fresh air&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practices are only 2x a week with games on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think it would be wonderful (and soo much fun) for my kids to come out to my games and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;cheer&lt;/span&gt; me on! What a fun family outing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to meet some new friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who knows when I can play again, for all I know I could be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; next year, and then when kids get busy with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; extra-curricular activities, time will be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practices are in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;evenings&lt;/span&gt; so kids will be in bed or on their way to bed... won't be missing all that much...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why I shouldn't Play:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could get &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;injured&lt;/span&gt; -(not really a concern of mine, but it's on here for Nick's sake... one of his arguments)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The season lasts all summer, and with games on Saturdays, there goes Waterton trips and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;spontaneous&lt;/span&gt; Summer fun like camping and weekend expeditions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's 2 nights a week I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt; from the fam  (Nick) &amp;amp; most, if not all our Saturdays are planned for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It will cost &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;$300 &lt;/span&gt;for the team fees, plus I'll need new shorts and cleats... (money that could go to other fun stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;reunion&lt;/span&gt; in Utah so I'd most likely have to miss games for that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Away games could be out of town -ie hotels... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt; from fam... (there's a pre-season tourney in April)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm teeny, there are some &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;butch&lt;/span&gt; girls out there! I could get squashed!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm really trying to get my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; up off the ground, it could interfere/take away my time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were planning to spend lots of time at our cabin in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Waterton&lt;/span&gt; with friends and fam and possibly get a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;boat&lt;/span&gt; with Nick's brother. (not for use in Waterton... tooo cold!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, so there's my list of pros &amp;amp; cons... and I'm still &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;nowhere&lt;/span&gt; close to making a decision. I love the sport, but that's a big &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;... it's only one summer, but it's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; summer! What do I do? Maybe I should take it to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; upstairs. What do you think my faithful blog &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;followers&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;To Play? or Not to Play?&lt;/span&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/8570803933353819314-6816983587902105861?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/6816983587902105861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=6816983587902105861&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/6816983587902105861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/6816983587902105861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-play-or-not-to-play.html' title='To Play or Not to Play?'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/Scv6r4F89hI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AeBCWCXyBe4/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-7577519615018710378</id><published>2009-03-24T08:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:58:16.460-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mormons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book of Mormon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints'/><title type='text'>Temples, Media, and the Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I'm not sure if a lot of you have heard, but that T.V. Show, "Big Love" That talks about polygamy and references its main characters as Mormons recently aired an episode about Temples. In this episode, it apparently went through rituals and ordinances that we as Latter Day Saints deem to be sacred. I don't know the extent to their exploitation, or how accurate or inaccurate it was, but I do know that it was uncalled for, and that The Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints has issued many press releases and now a video in response. As a member of this church, and with an education in Public Relations,  I must say how proud I am in the way this situation was handled. It was handled with grace and dignity. The brethren of the church did not lash out, or organize any sort of abrasive or forceful retaliation, but instead sought to bring forth the truth! This video explains Temples; why we build them and what they're for, in the most simple form. I am proud... no, grateful to be a part of this church, and have been thinking about blogging my testimony for some time, and I believe that time has come. I know that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, the Mormon church, the LDS Church, is the only true church on this earth at this time. It's teachings are directly out of the Bible, with information to reinforce those teachings from the Book of Mormon. I believe in the Bible, I believe in the Book of Mormon and the other revelations that have come forth specifically for our time. I know that Joseph Smith was a true prophet and was the instrument through which  God's teachings, and gospel in their entirety were restored. I know that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that he came, died, and lived again and that we all will live again as well. I believe that Christ suffered for our sins, that we may repent and come to live with Him. I believe in personal revelation, and that you can come to these same conclusions by praying and asking of the Lord. These things I know with all my heart, and I know that Our Heavenly Father and His son Jesus Christ know each of us individually and love each and every one of us. I know that there is a plan in place for each of us. This is my testimony, in the name of Jesus Christ, AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-x_-TQivCx8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-x_-TQivCx8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/8570803933353819314-7577519615018710378?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/7577519615018710378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=7577519615018710378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7577519615018710378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7577519615018710378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/03/temples-media-and-truth.html' title='Temples, Media, and the Truth'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-3608212119865155726</id><published>2009-03-22T21:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:04:01.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm... can't think of a good title.. might be 'cause of my headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;OK, so it's been &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;awhile&lt;/span&gt;! And for those of you who have been checking back, that last post was started in January, but I never posted it, so that's where it came from! Anywho... there's still soo much that needs to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;updated&lt;/span&gt;, but let's face it, I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; going to get around to giving a detailed recall of my last &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;however&lt;/span&gt; many months, so here's the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt; things that have happened:&lt;br /&gt;We had an &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; summer, lots of fun, got closer to some friends, played with the kids, lots of trips to Waterton and Raymond. I don't think anything &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;spectacular&lt;/span&gt; happened last fall, but for Christmas we got a puppy! Her name is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Roxy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; she's a Chihuahah shitzu cross. She was only like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2 pounds&lt;/span&gt; when we got her and sooo cute! She's now up to just about 4 1/2 lbs and won't get too much bigger. We got her the beginning of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; and she was born in late September. It took a bit of training, and very &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt; days, but she's litterbox trained, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; good with the kids! She also obeys a few commands like sit, shake, lie down, and beg. She'll also come when we whistle (unless she knows you're mad at her). After the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;novelty&lt;/span&gt; wore off, I started to regret getting her, but now that we've trained her, she's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; dog, and I love her! Speaking of training... guess what?! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;OLIVIA IS POTTY TRAINED! &lt;/span&gt;It only took me how long hey? She's officially potty trained and has been for about a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt; or so now. (I was scared to blog about it, thinking it might somehow &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;jynx&lt;/span&gt; it!)She's been really good, and no accidents, not even when we go &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;! She's not night trained yet, but I'm not ready to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;venture&lt;/span&gt; into that quite yet! One less poopy diaper to change! Sooo great! So, I think all in all that's about all the new and exciting things with us... oh... Friday,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; I GOT A NEW COMPUTER!&lt;/span&gt; We've been talking about getting one for some time now 'cause I've been doing a bunch more graphic and website &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;design&lt;/span&gt; for people, and my old computer was having trouble keeping up with all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Huge&lt;/span&gt; files &amp;amp; programs I was running, so, I got the brand new &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Macbook Pro&lt;/span&gt; with 4gb of ram, and a graphics card that's 5x faster than the last one I had, and this week I'm getting the new Adobe &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;CS4&lt;/span&gt;! I'm sooo excited! I know... I'm such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;techno&lt;/span&gt; geek, but I love it! Well, that's it for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;updates&lt;/span&gt;, now I can blog about the more fun things again! Like all of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;rantings and ravings&lt;/span&gt; and whatever else pops into my mind. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Scary&lt;/span&gt; place that is.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;my mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SccHq_QKYCI/AAAAAAAAAZY/IZGeLuWYzuU/s1600-h/IMG_2960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SccHq_QKYCI/AAAAAAAAAZY/IZGeLuWYzuU/s200/IMG_2960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316226320249282594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia just ADORES Roxy, she carries her around everywhere and plays with her, and just loves her to pieces! And Roxy's such a good sport about it too! They really are the perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SccHqlc-WhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/drnEcGfRUvs/s1600-h/IMG_2969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SccHqlc-WhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/drnEcGfRUvs/s200/IMG_2969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316226313323698706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SccHpBeLE_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZlVBrB29BPc/s1600-h/IMG_2965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SccHpBeLE_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZlVBrB29BPc/s200/IMG_2965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316226286485181426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SccHqD-187I/AAAAAAAAAZI/QIJk8xRo8sg/s1600-h/IMG_2975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SccHqD-187I/AAAAAAAAAZI/QIJk8xRo8sg/s200/IMG_2975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316226304338949042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SccHpjU5jgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6fkW9M_8ONE/s1600-h/IMG_2981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SccHpjU5jgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6fkW9M_8ONE/s200/IMG_2981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316226295573089794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(after her first bath) She was sooo NOT impressed!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SccHpBeLE_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZlVBrB29BPc/s1600-h/IMG_2965.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SccFQy3Fc8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/GGe5O68_Dcc/s1600-h/mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SccFQy3Fc8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/GGe5O68_Dcc/s200/mac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316223671223022530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new computer!!!!!&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/8570803933353819314-3608212119865155726?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/3608212119865155726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=3608212119865155726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3608212119865155726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3608212119865155726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm-cant-think-of-good-title-might-be.html' title='hmm... can&apos;t think of a good title.. might be &apos;cause of my headache'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SccHq_QKYCI/AAAAAAAAAZY/IZGeLuWYzuU/s72-c/IMG_2960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-5756038011850083865</id><published>2009-01-31T21:40:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:24:45.958-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A night out with the girls!</title><content type='html'>So, it's not tomorrow.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;big deal!&lt;/span&gt; lol. Being sick took a whole lot out of me, and then working like mad didn't help. I did manage to get a girl's night out though which was absolutely &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;! We had sooo much fun! I am absolutely &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVING&lt;/span&gt; my ward and all of the wonderful women in it! I became much better &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;acquainted&lt;/span&gt; with a few women that I've been wanting to get to know better but jusn't haven't. It was also nice knowing that I'm not the only &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt; extrovert out there! (I may appear all outgoing and such on the outside, but inside I'm really fairly &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;shy&lt;/span&gt;...) Anywho... there was food, laughter and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;... all the things that constitute fun with women! I loved that we didn't even have to really be doing anything, just sitting and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gabbing&lt;/span&gt; was amazing! It has helped me to remember how much fun being social is... and is causing me to want to break out of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;hermit&lt;/span&gt; shell again lol! So... I vow to throw parties and have a good time with good friends! Nick &amp;amp; I used to have parties and get-togethers all the time.. but not since we moved here.... I mean, we still have people over for dinner and get together with our best friends, but I want to get to know more people! Anywho... that's what I've been up to, but I did &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; to continue to do some updating, so, let's see... where were we? Ahhh... Livi's birthday.... so last August!&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Zoo&lt;/span&gt; passes last year and spent a lot of time there... here are a few pictures from some of the times we went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYUq6C2anzI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nSdogtyvbaQ/s1600-h/IMG_2351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYUq6C2anzI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nSdogtyvbaQ/s200/IMG_2351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297687713357143858" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Ganesh... and Livi with her finger in Ganesh's belly button&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYUq6DcjNII/AAAAAAAAAX4/CJ209rleyFE/s1600-h/IMG_2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYUq6DcjNII/AAAAAAAAAX4/CJ209rleyFE/s200/IMG_2349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297687713517089922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Baby Elephant!&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYUq5-CThtI/AAAAAAAAAXw/eyJoTcF-Rnw/s200/IMG_2335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297687712064833234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYUq5wgNHCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/g8ELeEZeqDE/s1600-h/IMG_2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYUq5wgNHCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/g8ELeEZeqDE/s200/IMG_2324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297687708432145442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYUq5h8msrI/AAAAAAAAAXg/vPhjdBRG8oM/s1600-h/IMG_2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYUq5h8msrI/AAAAAAAAAXg/vPhjdBRG8oM/s200/IMG_2301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297687704524731058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeding a Giraffe!&lt;br /&gt;At the Zoo with the Hughes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYU0H11vbQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sSUXDawsvyA/s1600-h/IMG_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYU0H11vbQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sSUXDawsvyA/s200/IMG_1741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297697845987470594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYU0HROchAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/8m0xXYXeqEs/s1600-h/IMG_1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYU0HROchAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/8m0xXYXeqEs/s200/IMG_1732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297697836158977026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYU0HIxWslI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WX3sTglYvBs/s1600-h/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYU0HIxWslI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WX3sTglYvBs/s200/IMG_1734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297697833889477202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYU0HEjDTSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fRglx4Hgjxw/s1600-h/IMG_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYU0HEjDTSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fRglx4Hgjxw/s200/IMG_1737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297697832755744034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYU0G5gFBaI/AAAAAAAAAYI/W7Nszrw9a9Q/s1600-h/IMG_1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYU0G5gFBaI/AAAAAAAAAYI/W7Nszrw9a9Q/s200/IMG_1729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297697829790483874" 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/8570803933353819314-5756038011850083865?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/5756038011850083865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=5756038011850083865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/5756038011850083865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/5756038011850083865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-out-with-girls.html' title='A night out with the girls!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SYUq6C2anzI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nSdogtyvbaQ/s72-c/IMG_2351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-2167941211021442583</id><published>2009-01-27T21:59:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:10:34.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>A house full of sickies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, we're all &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;! (hence all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; on my blog). Right now, I'm in bed with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;watery&lt;/span&gt; eyes, blowing my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;nose&lt;/span&gt; every two minutes and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;headache&lt;/span&gt; while Nick is out &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt; and I can hear at least one of my kids &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;coughing&lt;/span&gt; while trying to sleep. Poor Sickies! Oh well, every cloud has a silver lining right? On the moments I feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;somewhat&lt;/span&gt; Ok, I've been cleaning, working and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;BLOGGING&lt;/span&gt;! I do want to express a formal &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;apology&lt;/span&gt; to all my faithful blog readers out there (I'm quickly learning that there are &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; more than I thought) about my lack of blogging the past oh... 6ish months. So once again, I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;. I will try to continue writing as for some reason you seem to be enjoying my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; musings, rantings and ravings! So... we're sick.. and I think Livi has Roseola again... poor kid! But somehow Nixon's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;managed&lt;/span&gt; to avoid getting the baby measels.... but we'll just wait and see... he has been warmish and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;poor kid&lt;/span&gt; has such a runny nose and HATES it when I even &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; at him with a kleenex in my hand! But, like I said, I've had more time to slave away on my computer and play with the kids. So, since it's been so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;, here's an update of what has happened in our lives since July 29th 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, August 2nd we had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; party for Liv who turned 2 on August 3rd. My buddy Tess was such a help! We made a homemade &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;piñata&lt;/span&gt; and everything! Here are some pics from the awesome event;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_riYVZ6rI/AAAAAAAAAVg/i39f2ot15MI/s200/IMG_2450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296210662691302066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy hotdogs! Liv, Ky and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Bailey/Lincoln&lt;/span&gt; lol! She thinks of them as a package deal!&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_riMFxP2I/AAAAAAAAAVY/w9Y1XdkiCx8/s200/IMG_2444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296210659404496738" border="0" /&gt; The Fancy Cake! It had awesome pink &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;polkadots&lt;/span&gt; but it was too hot and they slid off! I still think it's pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; for my first attempt at a fancy Birthday Cake... and Ingrid, you're right... an awesome &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;toy&lt;/span&gt; on top and you're good to go! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_riOzKTaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ukoR0pIULR0/s1600-h/IMG_2439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_riOzKTaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ukoR0pIULR0/s200/IMG_2439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296210660131753378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_rhwfI_5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/hsrLlFNLz1Q/s1600-h/IMG_2437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_rhwfI_5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/hsrLlFNLz1Q/s200/IMG_2437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296210651994718098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_rhmIuj9I/AAAAAAAAAVA/DuorgG_IU5o/s1600-h/IMG_2434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_rhmIuj9I/AAAAAAAAAVA/DuorgG_IU5o/s200/IMG_2434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296210649216356306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Piñata&lt;/span&gt; -it's all in the details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_uIfPOaII/AAAAAAAAAWI/d5y0C9QXKTk/s1600-h/IMG_2494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_uIfPOaII/AAAAAAAAAWI/d5y0C9QXKTk/s200/IMG_2494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296213516402714754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little man and his &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mohawk&lt;/span&gt;! lol! He had no hair on the sides and a bunch on top and at the nape of his neck... what did you &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;expect&lt;/span&gt; me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_uHcy1X4I/AAAAAAAAAWA/MAo6cgZ1Xi8/s1600-h/IMG_2473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_uHcy1X4I/AAAAAAAAAWA/MAo6cgZ1Xi8/s200/IMG_2473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296213498566893442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_uHY-wB0I/AAAAAAAAAV4/EaGttNDQTFc/s1600-h/IMG_2466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_uHY-wB0I/AAAAAAAAAV4/EaGttNDQTFc/s200/IMG_2466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296213497543132994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blowing out the cake, Tess &amp;amp; Nixon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_uGc0IYlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/rkVsMvgG0BY/s1600-h/IMG_2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_uGc0IYlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/rkVsMvgG0BY/s200/IMG_2456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296213481392464466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_uGhADMhI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rRytwM7MM40/s1600-h/IMG_2461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_uGhADMhI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rRytwM7MM40/s200/IMG_2461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296213482516197906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All our hard work! But it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_xPVZyOYI/AAAAAAAAAWw/NdxuDsiRuvI/s1600-h/IMG_2542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_xPVZyOYI/AAAAAAAAAWw/NdxuDsiRuvI/s200/IMG_2542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296216932556618114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_xPHUXdDI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1M2lzh-x8sA/s1600-h/IMG_2537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_xPHUXdDI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1M2lzh-x8sA/s200/IMG_2537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296216928775795762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Tinkerbell&lt;/span&gt; dress &amp;amp; shoes from the H's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_xOo93dxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mdK-hNFd5Os/s1600-h/IMG_2521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_xOo93dxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mdK-hNFd5Os/s200/IMG_2521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296216920628360978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_xOb3IeMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9Xt6RBHOVVw/s1600-h/IMG_2509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_xOb3IeMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9Xt6RBHOVVw/s200/IMG_2509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296216917110454466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_xOe-A-SI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/onqht6j7NLA/s1600-h/IMG_2504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_xOe-A-SI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/onqht6j7NLA/s200/IMG_2504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296216917944629538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; PRESENTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More party pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_0blAnqtI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_68p_JFwXqg/s1600-h/IMG_2616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_0blAnqtI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_68p_JFwXqg/s200/IMG_2616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296220441439349458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_0bRihC-I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1PkiYQ1il0E/s1600-h/IMG_2558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_0bRihC-I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1PkiYQ1il0E/s200/IMG_2558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296220436212812770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_0bJIMwXI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4p2QISeeAlQ/s1600-h/IMG_2549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_0bJIMwXI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4p2QISeeAlQ/s200/IMG_2549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296220433954947442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_0a-F8T6I/AAAAAAAAAXA/G7IV18jAIPk/s1600-h/IMG_2547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_0a-F8T6I/AAAAAAAAAXA/G7IV18jAIPk/s200/IMG_2547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296220430992691106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_0avd8xEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/r9o-BnGuaR8/s1600-h/IMG_2543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_0avd8xEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/r9o-BnGuaR8/s200/IMG_2543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296220427066852418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that took much &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;longer&lt;/span&gt; than I anticipated so I will continue with updates &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodnight&lt;/span&gt;! And hopefully the I will no longer have &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;a house full of sickies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-2167941211021442583?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/2167941211021442583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=2167941211021442583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2167941211021442583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2167941211021442583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/01/house-full-of-sickies.html' title='A house full of sickies'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SX_riYVZ6rI/AAAAAAAAAVg/i39f2ot15MI/s72-c/IMG_2450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-650730947926013325</id><published>2009-01-27T21:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:47:29.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a designer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So.. I figgured since I am a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;designer&lt;/span&gt; that maybe finally my Blog should &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;reflect&lt;/span&gt; that, so here it is, my new blog designed by &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. I only changed a few things because I liked the overall look of my previous blog, so.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;tada&lt;/span&gt;! haha. Anywho... speaking of me being a designer, I have been soo busy lately and I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; IT! I was recently doing a website for an investment company, but am no longer working on that, I am however currently working for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mompreneur&lt;/span&gt; doing her website and business/logo design. It's been a lot of fun! I'm also working for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; client, Heritage Pointe Medical Aesthetics and their Medical Clinic! It's been a lot of fun too. I went in to get my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;eyebrows&lt;/span&gt; done and came out with a job! I've been doing ads, posters, I created a new logo for them and am also in the works of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;redesigning&lt;/span&gt; their website. I've also been doing some wedding announcements/thank-you cards, baby &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;announcements&lt;/span&gt;, christmas cards, blog headers, plaques for the Town of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Coaldale&lt;/span&gt; and all sorts of fun stuff! The only bad thing is my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt; is acting up, but I'm so busy, I can't take it in 'cause I don't want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;lose&lt;/span&gt; working time with it! Oh well... when I hit a slower time I'll get it checked out. I think it's just the power cord &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;. I've also been working on my own &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt; (I change it frequently) for Keshia Larsen Designs as well as a few other companies I've headed up and some &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;philanthropical&lt;/span&gt; work too. I love how busy I've been, yet I've still been able to be with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt; (they have been watching a lot more Dora lately... but I haven't heard any complaints from Livi...). It's nice that I'm back in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;swing&lt;/span&gt; of things! And I'm so glad that I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;developing&lt;/span&gt; my talents, helping with our &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;fiances&lt;/span&gt; and that my main &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;talent&lt;/span&gt; is that I'm a designer!&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/8570803933353819314-650730947926013325?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/650730947926013325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=650730947926013325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/650730947926013325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/650730947926013325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-designer.html' title='I&apos;m a designer'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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-8570803933353819314.post-7762683340338233908</id><published>2009-01-22T21:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:48:15.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I think this has been the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;longest&lt;/span&gt; I've gone without blogging! I know... life's been &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; and I haven't felt like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;recording&lt;/span&gt; much of it... also just haven't felt much like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; in a while either. Well, I've made some &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;changes&lt;/span&gt;. I have been &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;working out &lt;/span&gt;nearly every day and have been taking a little more time for me. I've also spent a lot of time &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;contemplating&lt;/span&gt;... what I want out of life, and what life can &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;expect&lt;/span&gt; out of me. A friend recently shared a question that her pastor asked their congregation, or rather, asked their congregation to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;ask of each other&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"What do you expect out of life, and is this the best we can expect from you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes me &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;... and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;, this isn't the best that I can offer, so I've been working on that too. I've also been developing the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; friendship that I have ever had before, with the most &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; person. I feel like I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;finally found&lt;/span&gt; what I've been looking for for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;, very long time. I found someone who cares for me as much as I care for them, and she &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;values&lt;/span&gt; our friendship just as much as I do. The kind of friend that you know will have your back &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;no matter what&lt;/span&gt;, one who &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; judge you, but at the same time will tell you what's what. Ever since I moved here, I've been pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;, because I felt pretty alone, and then I got  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;postpartum&lt;/span&gt; depression with Nixon (more details in another blog... not to dwell on it, but because it's such an &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt; issue that is considered &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;taboo&lt;/span&gt; when it really should be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;discussed&lt;/span&gt; and taken care of). So, I had some problems, and then I started praying... I prayed to find someone, a friend, a confident... a sister. And I am sooo unbelievably &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that I have found her. And all that comes with her... including her absolutely &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; family, and my two new little sisters/nieces/cousins/friends lol. (inside joke). Anywho... lately life's been pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;, I mean we all have our issues and problems, but I feel like I'm doing so much better at &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;handling&lt;/span&gt; what's been thrown out my way.... learning to make the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;lemonade&lt;/span&gt; from the lemons! All in all, to sum it all up, I've learned that our Heavenly Father knows exactly what, and in my case, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; we need to succeed, and we need to go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;, with all of our problems, no matter how big, or small... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;if it's important to us, it's important to Him.&lt;/span&gt; I am soo grateful for the answers to prayers, and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;testimony&lt;/span&gt; building experiences I have been offered. I do hope, that with my life a little less hectic, that it will be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;long time&lt;/span&gt; before I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"no blog"&lt;/span&gt; again!&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/8570803933353819314-7762683340338233908?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/7762683340338233908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=7762683340338233908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7762683340338233908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/7762683340338233908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-232046812644086065</id><published>2008-07-29T21:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:54:22.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flash From The Past... Deja view?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNKneuypPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MGUaz5VBFOw/s1600-h/Aryn+Dickson+1990-1991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNKneuypPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MGUaz5VBFOw/s200/Aryn+Dickson+1990-1991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243116433314063602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNKnv9skAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DGsguvMdLTo/s1600-h/Kindergarden+1990-1991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNKnv9skAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DGsguvMdLTo/s200/Kindergarden+1990-1991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243116437939982338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So when I was in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Winnipeg&lt;/span&gt;, I got to hang out with my friend, Aryn who was my best friend from &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; until sixth grade. It was awesome hanging out with her, but what was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; neat and such a weird &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;coincidence&lt;/span&gt; was that she has a daughter a month older than &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;! So we had a little play date! Soooo cute! We had such a good time, we went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;park&lt;/span&gt; at the school that we went to together and it was so weird. I mean it was way fun, but the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; time I was there with her, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;we were just kids,&lt;/span&gt; and now this time &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;we have our own kids&lt;/span&gt;! Our little girls were just so much fun together! They were &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; like us, instan&lt;/span&gt;t &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;! haha. It made me miss my friends from childhood and it even &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;ALMOST&lt;/span&gt; made me want to move back to what I once called &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;. It was a great time and I'm excited for when we can do it again. It makes you &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;reflect&lt;/span&gt; on life, and realize that the world keeps on going, time &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;repeating&lt;/span&gt; itself over and over... just with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; people and different &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;hairstyles&lt;/span&gt;, but the gyst of it.... the expereinces had and the lessons learned are always the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;. So do we really ever experience anything "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;" or is it all just a blast from the past or someone else's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Deja View&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNMwecrCZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/r6B68_UKj6Q/s1600-h/IMG_2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNMwecrCZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/r6B68_UKj6Q/s400/IMG_2212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243118786880145810" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNMwCgB__I/AAAAAAAAAOk/BY2-VkCJDWY/s1600-h/IMG_2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNMwCgB__I/AAAAAAAAAOk/BY2-VkCJDWY/s400/IMG_2229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243118779378040818" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNMwIlYbGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wI9SbQ-jJHg/s1600-h/IMG_2211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNMwIlYbGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wI9SbQ-jJHg/s400/IMG_2211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243118781011094626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8570803933353819314-232046812644086065?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/232046812644086065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=232046812644086065&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/232046812644086065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/232046812644086065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2008/07/flash-from-past-deja-view.html' title='A Flash From The Past... Deja view?!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNKneuypPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MGUaz5VBFOw/s72-c/Aryn+Dickson+1990-1991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-6113067253938445500</id><published>2008-07-27T09:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:18:23.474-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>It Only Took 23 Years &amp; 2 Kids!</title><content type='html'>So last week, I went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Winnipeg&lt;/span&gt; with the kids and one of my best friends, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;. If any of you know me, I was really quite &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;worried&lt;/span&gt; about the whole thing... being without Nick in a not very &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;childproof&lt;/span&gt; house, and not to mention that my mom and I often &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;butt&lt;/span&gt; heads when in close quarters for too long, but it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;! I can't believe how great the trip was, I actually found myself &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; "If I had to stay longer... that's be OK!" Now that's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; deal! It's not that I don't like my mom or anything, it's just kinda &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;, it's like when I'm back in that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt; i get really defensive &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;regress&lt;/span&gt; back to childhood. It's like I know she's going to try to mother me, so I have to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;obnoxious&lt;/span&gt; and a brat to let her know that "I'm a big girl now" and can do it &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;!  And of course when I do that, she sees the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;twelve&lt;/span&gt; year old snotty kid that used to say that and of course the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;mothering&lt;/span&gt; gets laid on even thicker! But this time... this time the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;heavens&lt;/span&gt; opened and my prayers were &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;answered&lt;/span&gt;! It truly was an anomaly... Nothing short of an act of God! This time, my mom looked at me still as her little girl, but as a grown up version whom she &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; realized was completely &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;capable&lt;/span&gt; of raising her own family, making her own &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; and was a full fledged adult! It was an actual friendship! We went &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; together and asked each other's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;opinions&lt;/span&gt; on things and it was just soo &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;refreshing&lt;/span&gt;! I am really looking forward to the next time I get to go to Winnipeg -&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;with or without&lt;/span&gt; Nick! And you know what else? Since I've been &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; I've called my mom about a million times to tell her about my latest finds and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;bargains&lt;/span&gt; and just to chat. It's been absolutely awesome and&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; it only took 23 years and 2 kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNGMfItNLI/AAAAAAAAANk/vNrXm-yfsIU/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNGMfItNLI/AAAAAAAAANk/vNrXm-yfsIU/s200/IMG_1233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243111571519780018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNGOUQXI1I/AAAAAAAAANs/AnFXo2N4s9g/s1600-h/IMG_1232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNGOUQXI1I/AAAAAAAAANs/AnFXo2N4s9g/s200/IMG_1232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243111602958836562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyRight" title="Align Right" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 12);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNGObuj9pI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uodp8xym-rc/s1600-h/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNGObuj9pI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uodp8xym-rc/s200/IMG_1230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243111604964554386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-6113067253938445500?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/6113067253938445500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=6113067253938445500&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/6113067253938445500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/6113067253938445500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-only-took-23-years-2-kids.html' title='It Only Took 23 Years &amp; 2 Kids!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SMNGMfItNLI/AAAAAAAAANk/vNrXm-yfsIU/s72-c/IMG_1233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-2774181651631993044</id><published>2008-07-27T08:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:08:08.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toddlers'/><title type='text'>There's Pee on My Kitchen Table!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SIyPJwcZWrI/AAAAAAAAANU/XaW337fQVLY/s1600-h/IMG_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SIyPJwcZWrI/AAAAAAAAANU/XaW337fQVLY/s200/IMG_1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227710665255901874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a few weeks ago, I decided to potty train Livi.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;! So, for the umpteenth time we set out! I decided to just stick her in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;panties&lt;/span&gt; and take that route... well, let me tell you, this kid could care less if she's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;drenched&lt;/span&gt; in her own urine! She would spread her legs, look down and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; herself pee on the ground! Now, I know that she knows the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; when she has to go potty, because every time she asks to go, she does it &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;. She's just a little stinker! So anywho... we were eating dinner, Nick was away, and I went to the bathroom and when I came back, she was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;squatting&lt;/span&gt; on the kitchen table doing her business! Yes, yes, this sounds quite &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt; to you I bet... but that's not the full extent of where my little "angel" has marked her &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;territory&lt;/span&gt;! We were in the basement and I was doing who knows what... probably on the computer and she started to go, so I told her to stop and we ran to the potty &amp;amp; she &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt;. Then about 40 minutes later, she was on the couch and decided that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;this time&lt;/span&gt;, she would put her feet on the coffee table, her hands on the couch and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt; between the two and go on the ground in between them! So... once again, I yell stop, run her to the potty and she finishes. (Yes, I have been cleaning up the little &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;puddles&lt;/span&gt; in between accidents and giving the "talk" about how we need to go on the potty &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt; time.) Now.. let me tell you, I have been sooo good during all of this! I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;warned&lt;/span&gt; myself before we started this that it would take her a little while, and that she's not being &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;bad,&lt;/span&gt; it's just a part of her learning and all that. SO I am being kind, compassionate and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; patient. So then an hourish later, she goes on the ground again, and we go through the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;routine&lt;/span&gt; and then within an hour she'd repeated the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;squat and look&lt;/span&gt; 4 or 5 times, each time finishing on the potty and going quite a lot. So then &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I put two and two together&lt;/span&gt; and remember that she's been acting funny when she pees lately, like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;crossing&lt;/span&gt; her legs, and she's even said she has an owie, and that's just too often for her to go, so I take her in to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;doctor&lt;/span&gt; to get checked for a UTI... it came back clear, but the doc gave me a small dose of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;antibiotics&lt;/span&gt; for her anyway because what I was describing sounded like a UTI. I'm still not sure if it was, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, she's still not potty trained. Of course, we had to have a few more &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;incidents&lt;/span&gt; before we gave up for the time... like when she peed in the little cup in Nixon's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;exersaucer&lt;/span&gt;!... Yes.. she took off her diaper, carefully &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;positioned&lt;/span&gt; herself over the little cup and let er rip! And then shortly after that she made her way &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; to the kitchen.. and yes.. for the second time, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;There's Pee on My Kitchen Table!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SIyPimUydYI/AAAAAAAAANc/Wf-SJ9O9y74/s1600-h/potty_training_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SIyPimUydYI/AAAAAAAAANc/Wf-SJ9O9y74/s200/potty_training_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227711092036367746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-2774181651631993044?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/2774181651631993044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=2774181651631993044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2774181651631993044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2774181651631993044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-pee-on-my-kitchen-table.html' title='There&apos;s Pee on My Kitchen Table!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SIyPJwcZWrI/AAAAAAAAANU/XaW337fQVLY/s72-c/IMG_1588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-671599531832985537</id><published>2008-07-26T21:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:08:09.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Off to a fantastic start!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SIv05E-TMOI/AAAAAAAAANM/awKP6-Gsy50/s1600-h/facebook_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SIv05E-TMOI/AAAAAAAAANM/awKP6-Gsy50/s200/facebook_pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227541053918359778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I wrote that last entry and then "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt;" on fceb00k for an hour! Looking at wedding pics and baby pics and wholy... I swear &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; is preggo! Crazy! So I won't be doing a ton ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;or any&lt;/span&gt; updating tonight as everyone in my house is asleep and my eyes are starting to hurt, so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;goodnight&lt;/span&gt;, see you in the morning and it looks like we're off to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; start!.... lol. i know... not one of my better posts, but my shoulder's gonna fall off 'cause I'm lying in bed with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Nixon&lt;/span&gt; asleep on my arm, and I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;attempting&lt;/span&gt; to somewhat sit up and type... very &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;, but what can I say... my public awaits and I'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;painfully&lt;/span&gt; type for you guys!... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;That's how much I love you!&lt;/span&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/8570803933353819314-671599531832985537?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/671599531832985537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=671599531832985537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/671599531832985537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/671599531832985537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2008/07/off-to-fantastic-start.html' title='Off to a fantastic start!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SIv05E-TMOI/AAAAAAAAANM/awKP6-Gsy50/s72-c/facebook_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-1759648184496733162</id><published>2008-07-26T20:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:08:09.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Let's Lock &amp; Load!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, so I know I've been pretty bad... OK &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;absolutely horrible&lt;/span&gt; at keeping my blog updated, so for the next few hours and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;whenever&lt;/span&gt; I have spare time (with 2 kids under 2 that's all the time!.. .HA!) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I WILL BE BLOGGING!&lt;/span&gt; That's right folks, you heard it here first; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I, Keshia pledge to update my blog&lt;/span&gt;, including, but not limited to adding pictures of the kidlings (that one's for you Ashley!), witty entries (well.. I'll try) and well, pretty much &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;whatever else&lt;/span&gt; pops into this complex and crazy mind of mine. So here we go... entries in absolutely no particular (or logical) order.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;let's lock and load!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SIvkZ8ynpdI/AAAAAAAAANE/RVarZfNRRsQ/s1600-h/technical_writing-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SIvkZ8ynpdI/AAAAAAAAANE/RVarZfNRRsQ/s200/technical_writing-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227522926959896018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-1759648184496733162?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/1759648184496733162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=1759648184496733162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/1759648184496733162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/1759648184496733162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-lock-load.html' title='Let&apos;s Lock &amp; Load!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SIvkZ8ynpdI/AAAAAAAAANE/RVarZfNRRsQ/s72-c/technical_writing-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-3204768056781946556</id><published>2008-06-12T12:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:08:09.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>I'm so busy I'm eating Pizza Pops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SFFxoPHHqdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_OWZYjGQ77s/s1600-h/Pilsbury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SFFxoPHHqdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_OWZYjGQ77s/s200/Pilsbury.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211071179909474770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello all my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;faithful&lt;/span&gt; blogging audience members! I know I know.. an &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;apology&lt;/span&gt; is in order! I'm sorry that I haven't been blogging much.. or at all! But I haven't &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;fallen&lt;/span&gt; off the planet... my kids haven't driven me to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;loony&lt;/span&gt; bin.. close, but we dodged that bullet! lol. no.. I have been &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;INSANELY&lt;/span&gt; busy! I've been doing design work and I've been doing some &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; learning (website and e-commerce stuff) and we've had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;plethora&lt;/span&gt; (haven't used that word in a while... can you tell that I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt; books again and not just talking to a 2 year old?) of activities, meetings and appointments! Not to mention I'm a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;full time&lt;/span&gt; mommy to 2 &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;teething&lt;/span&gt; children! Yes.... I am sooo busy that right now for lunch, I'm eating &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;pizza pops!&lt;/span&gt; ewwwww! (sorry if you like them.. but I'm one of those &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;make-it-myself&lt;/span&gt; kinda ppl and so they're kinda sickly to me.. I didn't even buy them... nick did!) Anywho... I just wanted you all to know that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt; I AM STILL BLOGGING... just not &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt;... and probably not again for a week or so... but I love you all and all of your comments so I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;PROMISE&lt;/span&gt; I will blog as soon as I get a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;handle&lt;/span&gt; on my life again! But until then...&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; it's Pizza Pops for me!&lt;/span&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/8570803933353819314-3204768056781946556?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/3204768056781946556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=3204768056781946556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3204768056781946556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3204768056781946556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-so-busy-im-eating-pizza-pops.html' title='I&apos;m so busy I&apos;m eating Pizza Pops!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SFFxoPHHqdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_OWZYjGQ77s/s72-c/Pilsbury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-2287622486867483406</id><published>2008-05-15T15:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:08:09.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invisible mom'/><title type='text'>Mommy's Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SCy-FGZMssI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dMerDYJ3BTU/s1600-h/IMG_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SCy-FGZMssI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dMerDYJ3BTU/s200/IMG_1598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200740664531006146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SCy-FmZMstI/AAAAAAAAAKc/r5rvpUQ6c0A/s1600-h/IMG_1599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SCy-FmZMstI/AAAAAAAAAKc/r5rvpUQ6c0A/s200/IMG_1599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200740673120940754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SCy-GWZMsuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LIrHTjApiF4/s1600-h/IMG_1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SCy-GWZMsuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LIrHTjApiF4/s200/IMG_1597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200740686005842658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SCyu5mZMsqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8BVVzzknlNc/s1600-h/IMG_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SCyu5mZMsqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8BVVzzknlNc/s400/IMG_1592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200723974288093858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I call her, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mommy's Angel&lt;/span&gt;"; and now, when I ask her if she's my angel she says, "Yes, I mommy's agel!" it's cute. She really is.. and I feel so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; 'cause I get soo frustrated with her all the time. It seems like all I do is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;yell&lt;/span&gt; at her and she's really sooo sweet. I mean, don't get me wrong, she does break things and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;blatantly&lt;/span&gt; disobeys,  she hits, or steps on her brother, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;she hits&lt;/span&gt;, on the rare occasion she bites, (yes, I am aware that I put she hits twice), she hits, she throws stuff.. yup... it's all there, all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;qualities&lt;/span&gt; of an angel -each &amp;amp; every one! (did I mention she hits?) But all in all she really truly is my little angel.... even if she &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;prefers&lt;/span&gt; everyone in the house over me! (She really does!) Lol... so now, when I go to get her from her room, whether it be from  a nap or in the morning, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; thing she says without a second glance at me is "where's daddy?" and as I answer every time "he's at work" she just as &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;bluntly&lt;/span&gt; asks "where's Nixon"! Yes, to be the novelty.. how nice! Daddy's not around as much as mommy, so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;naturally&lt;/span&gt;, he's the favourite... but I'm the one cooking and cleaning and playing ALLLLL DAY LONG! Oh well, just call me the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;invisible mom&lt;/span&gt;! (you like that play on words? yeah... I'm clever!) I know, I know.. every little girl just &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;adores&lt;/span&gt; her father. but now it's not &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; where's daddy &amp;amp; Nixon... she goes through the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;.... "where's stephnee, where's bridgey, where's snow white, kyanne's snow white, wheres.. " and the list goes on. Yesterday, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;threatened&lt;/span&gt; to send her to her room (which works marvelously might I add) and she started crying and said "I want Bailey-Lincoln" (who are 2 of her friends) an then &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; she told me "I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; Kelly-Weston" (who are 2 of my friends). (oh, and I hyphenate the 2 names because that's the way she says it, so fast that it almost sounds like one name). So it's true, she wants anyone.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;ANY-ONE&lt;/span&gt; but mom! Oh well.. at least she SAYS she's mommy's angel... and I do have my little man who loves me &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; than his daddy and that's a real confidence booster.... maybe he'll be next in line for the title of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"mommy's angel"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-2287622486867483406?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/2287622486867483406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=2287622486867483406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2287622486867483406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2287622486867483406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2008/05/mommys-angel.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Angel'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SCy-FGZMssI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dMerDYJ3BTU/s72-c/IMG_1598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-2505606485911714385</id><published>2008-05-10T07:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:08:10.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Mommy Wow!... I'm a big kid now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SCWsvIHs0jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XNqyyqWHaos/s1600-h/IMG_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SCWsvIHs0jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XNqyyqWHaos/s200/IMG_1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198751270502715954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SCWsvYHs0kI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UM4RIdUQ14s/s1600-h/IMG_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/SCWsvYHs0kI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UM4RIdUQ14s/s200/IMG_1589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198751274797683266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Livi is almost &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;potty trained&lt;/span&gt;! As of this week it's like a switch turned on in her head and she &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;recognizes&lt;/span&gt; more when she needs to go and stops and tells me and we go to the potty! We've been very &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;casually&lt;/span&gt; potty training for a few months... it was more like getting her &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; with the potty and knowing that that's what we're supposed to use. I've been too &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt; to actually full on potty train, although I've made many &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt; to start (it just never actually happens! lol.)&lt;br /&gt;Sad though, this means that my baby girl is no longer a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;, she's growing up... and fast too! Just like she told me yesterday..."&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mommy, I a big gurl!&lt;/span&gt;" *sigh... well at least I still have one little mess maker that needs me to change his cute lil' &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;bottom&lt;/span&gt;! -Not that I love changing poopy butts, I mean, I don't really mind all that much, but Liv's becoming so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;! Lately, I've been hearing a lot of "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;mommy, I did iiiit!&lt;/span&gt;" (referring to puzzles, getting up somewhere, the potty... everything!) It's nice to know that I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt;...I know, I know.. .she's not even 2 yet but still...my lil' baby's a "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Big Gur&lt;/span&gt;l"now... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow!&lt;/span&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/8570803933353819314-2505606485911714385?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/2505606485911714385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=2505606485911714385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2505606485911714385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/2505606485911714385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2008/05/mommy-wow-im-big-kid-now.html' title='Mommy Wow!... I&apos;m a big kid now!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/SCWsvIHs0jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XNqyyqWHaos/s72-c/IMG_1588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-8303145823352480289</id><published>2008-04-01T07:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:08:10.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>On Belay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_I_yWghSOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FiRXyGTEaAQ/s1600-h/climb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_I_yWghSOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FiRXyGTEaAQ/s200/climb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184276255324850402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOO! That's all I can say! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;WOO-HOO!!!&lt;/span&gt; Last night was my first class &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;rock climbing&lt;/span&gt; @ the Y! It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;! I haven't loved something brand new like this right off the back since I started &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Rugby&lt;/span&gt;! It was sooo much fun and such a thrill! I made it all the way to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;top&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;FIRST DAY!&lt;/span&gt; I got 3 climbs in yesterday... the first was a little scary 'cause the whole height factor didn't click in until I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;pretty high&lt;/span&gt; up and then I wasn't sure if I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;trusted&lt;/span&gt; my partner/the rope but it was awesome! My next climb I got kinda &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; and came down, 1/2 way up one of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;harder&lt;/span&gt; walls but my third climb &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I scaled that baby!&lt;/span&gt; It's soo much fun and so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt;! And what's even more awesome is that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt; loves climbing too, so I think for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt; we're gonna go and climb together during one of the drop0-in times @ the Y. It was soo nice to get out and do something solely for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;! I love my kids but momma needs a little me time! It was also nice to do some &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;.. I mean I do exercise now on a regular basis (I have a hip-hop workout and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;belly&lt;/span&gt; dance workout DvD that are surprisingly fun! &amp;amp; tough!) but this is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; kind of exercise. And man is it tough! Your arms get such a workout! I've never felt some of those muscles before! I also met some really &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;nice people&lt;/span&gt; there too! My class is called &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Women with Altitude"&lt;/span&gt; how cute is that? So it's a women's class and it's a riot! My partner was this really nice lady from &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Manchester&lt;/span&gt;, UK! It was cool listening to her accent as we climbed. I can't wait until next week 'cause I've got a fever and the only prescription is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;more climbing&lt;/span&gt;! (and the occasional cowbell lol!) I bet you can see my enthusiasm in my extensive use of exclamation marks!!!! haha lol. Well, this woman's got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;taste&lt;/span&gt; of altitude and I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;addicted&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;On Belay!!!&lt;/span&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/8570803933353819314-8303145823352480289?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/8303145823352480289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=8303145823352480289&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8303145823352480289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/8303145823352480289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-belay.html' title='On Belay!'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_I_yWghSOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FiRXyGTEaAQ/s72-c/climb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-3375109316350075427</id><published>2008-03-31T15:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:08:11.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Ducks in a row</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every day when Liv has her bath she lines her rubber &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;duckies&lt;/span&gt; up in a row. It definitely makes sense when you look at her &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt;. She's quite &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; about what she wants, but she is a girl who knows just what she &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt;.. and when too! I think its great that she has such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; personality and I know she'll do &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; things in life 'cause at 20 months she's already got her &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;ducks in a row!&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/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_FUt2ghSLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ujp1zsM6wHc/s1600-h/IMG_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_FUt2ghSLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ujp1zsM6wHc/s200/IMG_1566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184017792782911666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_FUt2ghSMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OOWPryek-2U/s1600-h/IMG_1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_FUt2ghSMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OOWPryek-2U/s200/IMG_1567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184017792782911682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_FUuGghSNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HI6ltF3R7A0/s1600-h/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_FUuGghSNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HI6ltF3R7A0/s200/IMG_1571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184017797077878994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570803933353819314-3375109316350075427?l=memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/feeds/3375109316350075427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570803933353819314&amp;postID=3375109316350075427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3375109316350075427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570803933353819314/posts/default/3375109316350075427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofakeshia.blogspot.com/2008/03/ducks-in-row.html' title='Ducks in a row'/><author><name>Keshia Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000992041554540372</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/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_FUt2ghSLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ujp1zsM6wHc/s72-c/IMG_1566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570803933353819314.post-3822131902846730777</id><published>2008-03-31T13:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:08:12.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Brotherly er... Sisterly? ....Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So when we found out we were having &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; baby (Nixon you nut job! Geeze! He's not even 3 months old yet!) we wondered how Olivia would &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;react&lt;/span&gt; to him but ya know what? I couldn't have asked for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;better relationship&lt;/span&gt; between them! I know I know they're both still babies so who knows what the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt; will bring but let me tell you, there is absolutely nothing  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;sweeter &lt;/span&gt;than seeing the two of them &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;together&lt;/span&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/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_FDjWghSFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JE9yMQXwzBU/s1600-h/IMG_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_FDjWghSFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JE9yMQXwzBU/s200/IMG_1544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183998920696612946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_FDd2ghSDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lVLj7Er7GIk/s1600-h/IMG_1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_FDd2ghSDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lVLj7Er7GIk/s200/IMG_1538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183998826207332402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_FDimghSEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/E2fDTcmHHTA/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd6NJARpPO8/R_FDimghSEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/E2fDTcmHHTA/s200/IMG_1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183998907811711042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Olivia is I think the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; big sister I have ever seen! She really just loves him! When she wakes up she asks for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, when he cries, she's the first to run to his &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;aid&lt;/span&gt;. She's always willing to get him &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;diapers&lt;/span&gt; or throw away the dirty ones, or give him his &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;soother&lt;/span&gt; a
