<?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-8722905979837541356</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:33:30.944-05:00</updated><category term='Soccer'/><category term='John May Hamilton'/><category term='St Patrick&apos;s Day Birthday'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Ben-n-Me'/><category term='St Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category term='Steelers'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Beach vacay'/><category term='Just Life'/><category term='Nerd'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Milestone'/><category term='Reenacting'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Just Another Day in the Life...</title><subtitle type='html'>The formula 'Two and two make five' is not without its attractions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-2703414618449899096</id><published>2011-04-02T00:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:16:23.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog...</title><content type='html'>Just another reminder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current blog is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristennporter.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on over and visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love-&lt;br /&gt;KP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-2703414618449899096?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/2703414618449899096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=2703414618449899096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2703414618449899096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2703414618449899096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-blog.html' title='New blog...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7959944114967661749</id><published>2010-01-05T18:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:52:11.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Pictures - 2009 Year In Review Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2MjczNTUwNjg2MSZwdD*xMjYyNzM1NTI5NTI3JnA9MzU*MTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*1MWM3NDAwMDQ1MTE*MjdmYTM5Zjc*ZDU1ZTU4N2U*YyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=2972936_ac8581912aec4ca7daffede1e106b83e" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="319" src="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="id=2972936_ac8581912aec4ca7daffede1e106b83e"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7959944114967661749?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7959944114967661749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7959944114967661749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7959944114967661749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7959944114967661749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-pictures-2009-year-in-review.html' title='2009 Pictures - 2009 Year In Review Photos'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7807433081924114427</id><published>2009-09-06T06:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T06:22:36.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have officially jumped ship. I have converted my blog to wordpress, because I like the efficiency of the site, among other things. I was able to transfer my entire blog history from blogger to wordpress, so no worries it's all still there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please update your side-bar, and continue to follow me. I have only a slim few who read this, and I'd like to keep all of you as readers. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristennporter.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya on the new site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7807433081924114427?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7807433081924114427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7807433081924114427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7807433081924114427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7807433081924114427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/09/end.html' title='The End...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7846328144693749896</id><published>2009-09-04T22:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:57:25.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Random Kristen thoughts...</title><content type='html'>More random thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to write 18 pages in my micro lab notebook. No my professor isn't cruel...I procrastinate. Lesson learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently laying in bed, eating 100 calorie kettle corn, drinking sugar free lemonaide, and watching PS. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching PS I love you, because I'm masochistic. Oh and because I'm in love with Gerald Butler...and because I'm secretly planning a trip to Ireland. (I'm gonna live there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me that I was the most unique person they had ever met...Either that is a nice way of telling me I'm a freak, or that I'm super cool. I'm leaning towards the latter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need a pedicure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed my car today for the first time all summer. It was DIRTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime this month I'm supposed to have lunch with my dearest friends from high school. They better all be there...yes...this is a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only 10 minutes into the movie, and I can already feel the tears. Oh God why do I do this to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, I'm gonna leave my friends and family notes about how jealous they should be of me, because I'm in paradise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise for me is...endless Rafferty's salads, chocolate everywhere, a hot man (that resembles Gerald Butler), a beautiful hut over water that looks like the south pacific, then changes to scenery from Ireland, and the Lake District in England, and so on to cover all the beautiful places of the world...I could go on...but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that I'm bored on a Friday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest music obsession is Edith Paif...She's a french singer from the 1940's. If you haven't listened to her, youtube it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't speak french.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison, my 10 lbs fur ball dog, is my constant companion. She actually gets sad when I leave. Wow...that's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently started feeling giddy, and twitterpated. Thank you...you know who you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This probably wasn't interesting...but I never promised it would be. Just a bit of insight into my crazy world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7846328144693749896?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7846328144693749896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7846328144693749896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7846328144693749896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7846328144693749896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-kristen-thoughts.html' title='Random Kristen thoughts...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-1772679703543300299</id><published>2009-09-03T18:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:02:26.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Christmas colored bacteria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SqA9J0BWNOI/AAAAAAAACZs/A5B9mW96XWk/s1600-h/micro11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SqA9J0BWNOI/AAAAAAAACZs/A5B9mW96XWk/s320/micro11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377365193872782562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much more fun when things are colored pretty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-1772679703543300299?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/1772679703543300299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=1772679703543300299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1772679703543300299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1772679703543300299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/09/christmas-colored-bacteria.html' title='Christmas colored bacteria...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SqA9J0BWNOI/AAAAAAAACZs/A5B9mW96XWk/s72-c/micro11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-6511198022715802855</id><published>2009-09-01T06:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T06:43:00.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Top 10 from Fall semester 2009...</title><content type='html'>In an attempt to keep myself awake at work...thought I would entertain the internet with a top 10 list...(I know how we all love anything summarized into a list.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm quickly learning to hate plants. When left to my own experimentation, I love having plants in my home...but when forced to learn every sex organ of a tulip, my attention falters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dr. Tuerk is still hot. And will always be hot. Who cares how old he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I suck at gram staining. Completely suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Monday's and Wednesday's are the longest days ever...beginning at 9:10a and going through 6:20p...then usually working 7p-7a. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Micro is the first medically relevant class I've taken so far. Thank God, something that I can actually apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have 2 semesters left until I graduate. Hell is already preparing to freeze over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I had a physician at the hospital introduce me to a new physician, as a future medical student...the first physician is the director of the UK Morehead program...and he remembered me. Oh yeah baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have printed off 75 sheets of notes, and we are only 2 weeks in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I miss sleeping. So very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I look HOT in my micro lab coat. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall semester is off to a great start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-6511198022715802855?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/6511198022715802855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=6511198022715802855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6511198022715802855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6511198022715802855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-10-from-fall-semester-2009.html' title='Top 10 from Fall semester 2009...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-4626388625237926543</id><published>2009-08-14T23:35:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:15:59.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John May Hamilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reenacting'/><title type='text'>John May Hamilton...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoY0o50JagI/AAAAAAAACO0/VJtAHavu9TI/s1600-h/6293_681563279739_17829141_38399411_3576355_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoY0FYkuO2I/AAAAAAAACOU/9OQMBxROTcQ/s320/6293_681563728839_17829141_38399488_1589563_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370036872786361186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoY0BZx_Q4I/AAAAAAAACOM/wDomtUnbnYM/s1600-h/6293_681563539219_17829141_38399455_7389859_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoY0BZx_Q4I/AAAAAAAACOM/wDomtUnbnYM/s320/6293_681563539219_17829141_38399455_7389859_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370036804390962050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYz9LR-f1I/AAAAAAAACOE/LyujTt22vBc/s1600-h/6293_681563718859_17829141_38399486_4412212_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYz9LR-f1I/AAAAAAAACOE/LyujTt22vBc/s320/6293_681563718859_17829141_38399486_4412212_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370036731779120978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: This post discusses, and includes pictures of human remains...If your grossed out...deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl in our reenactment group who's Great Great Grandfather was killed during the Civil War. He was captured, and refused to renounce the Confederacy, and was killed for his allegiance. This man was a true American hero, he died for something he held very dear to him...his country, and his freedom. He was not willing to give those things up, and this hero choose to bravely face death, and hold fast to his beliefs. It's because of men like this, that we have the freedom we do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His family searched for many years for his remains. It was only a few years ago, that he was discovered in Bloomfield, KY, about an hour or so from Lexington. His family enlisted the help of the Sons of Confederate Veterans, and the 5th KY to recover his remains, and bring them home to the family cemetery. There were so many people willing to devote an entire weekend in the hot sun digging a grave, and searching for the remains. It was moving to share an experience like this with a group of people, all focused on one purpose...bringing John May Hamilton home. Allow me to pause, and say, "Yes, I Kristen Porter, helped dig up a dead body in a cemetery." And I have pictures to prove it. Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm not a fan of cemeteries, but this story touched me on such a deep level, and I was honored to be apart of it. We were able to recover quite a few bones, and had a memorial service for him the next day. I can't imagine the closure the family was able to experience after searching for someone for 145 years. I have been apart of a few dedications of headstones for Confederate veterans, and each has been special in it's own way. But, actually having a Confederate soldier's remains present at the dedication was spine tingling. Especially the remains from someone so heroic, and brave. How often does a person have the opportunity to bury a Civil War soldier? NEVER. It was an event that I truly will never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-4626388625237926543?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/4626388625237926543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=4626388625237926543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/4626388625237926543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/4626388625237926543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/08/john-may-hamilton.html' title='John May Hamilton...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoY0o50JagI/AAAAAAAACO0/VJtAHavu9TI/s72-c/6293_681563279739_17829141_38399411_3576355_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7616065818302366957</id><published>2009-08-14T23:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:34:12.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Blast from the Past...1860's style...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYrodRtJyI/AAAAAAAACN8/JwXMs7o7rOU/s1600-h/6293_682298047259_17829141_38427887_6337589_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYrodRtJyI/AAAAAAAACN8/JwXMs7o7rOU/s320/6293_682298047259_17829141_38427887_6337589_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370027579739547426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYrgUTtqNI/AAAAAAAACN0/7t7zIe_PyG4/s1600-h/6293_682298975399_17829141_38427911_7047476_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYrgUTtqNI/AAAAAAAACN0/7t7zIe_PyG4/s320/6293_682298975399_17829141_38427911_7047476_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370027439893096658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYrcTrS26I/AAAAAAAACNs/00KZ1GhAd9k/s1600-h/6293_682299968409_17829141_38427920_978201_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYrcTrS26I/AAAAAAAACNs/00KZ1GhAd9k/s320/6293_682299968409_17829141_38427920_978201_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370027371004091298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know that I have a new hobby, I have become a civil war reenactor. My brother Josh has been involved for a few months, and I have to say that I was intrigued. So, after attending an event, I decided to join. It's so much fun to get dressed up in the dresses, and all the guys treat you like a lady. Who couldn't get used to that? It's also fascinating to learn all the history of the Civil War. Josh did the family research, and discovered that our Great Great Grandfather, Charles Winnifield Porter fought for the 34th Virginia, Company K. I'm reading a book on the history of the war, and must say that they left alot out in AP US History in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, when clothing and dressing up is involved, Kally came over to inspect, and try the dresses on for herself. I don't have a hoop yet, so it looks kind of funny, but Kally could wear anything and make it look cute! haha. She's gonna kill me for posting this on here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7616065818302366957?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7616065818302366957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7616065818302366957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7616065818302366957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7616065818302366957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-those-of-you-that-dont-know-that-i.html' title='Blast from the Past...1860&apos;s style...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYrodRtJyI/AAAAAAAACN8/JwXMs7o7rOU/s72-c/6293_682298047259_17829141_38427887_6337589_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-2618364405646636928</id><published>2009-08-14T23:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:03:18.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach vacay'/><title type='text'>And a few more favorites from vacation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYlS0ETGCI/AAAAAAAACNc/qnYBlyhDcFY/s1600-h/6293_679616081939_17829141_38328309_4407164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYlS0ETGCI/AAAAAAAACNc/qnYBlyhDcFY/s320/6293_679616081939_17829141_38328309_4407164_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370020610830440482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYlPEJd4RI/AAAAAAAACNU/U1465hQoJoY/s1600-h/6293_679731545549_17829141_38332128_7551406_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYlPEJd4RI/AAAAAAAACNU/U1465hQoJoY/s320/6293_679731545549_17829141_38332128_7551406_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370020546427609362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYlK7FHNfI/AAAAAAAACNM/2Y9I8NDae2E/s1600-h/6293_679731390859_17829141_38332099_3678886_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYlK7FHNfI/AAAAAAAACNM/2Y9I8NDae2E/s320/6293_679731390859_17829141_38332099_3678886_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370020475273950706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love to travel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-2618364405646636928?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/2618364405646636928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=2618364405646636928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2618364405646636928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2618364405646636928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-few-more-favorites-from-vacation.html' title='And a few more favorites from vacation...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SoYlS0ETGCI/AAAAAAAACNc/qnYBlyhDcFY/s72-c/6293_679616081939_17829141_38328309_4407164_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-442056648627805831</id><published>2009-08-04T15:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:18:41.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach vacay'/><title type='text'>A few favorites from the USS North Carolina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SniJUdoiGXI/AAAAAAAACMs/M9xv9OTnVU0/s1600-h/DSC01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SniJUdoiGXI/AAAAAAAACMs/M9xv9OTnVU0/s320/DSC01391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366189940656970098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SniIPiMO8bI/AAAAAAAACMk/h8ZY9dq9CYU/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SniIPiMO8bI/AAAAAAAACMk/h8ZY9dq9CYU/s320/DSC01417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366188756469477810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love history...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-442056648627805831?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/442056648627805831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=442056648627805831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/442056648627805831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/442056648627805831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-favorites-from-uss-north-carolina.html' title='A few favorites from the USS North Carolina...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SniJUdoiGXI/AAAAAAAACMs/M9xv9OTnVU0/s72-c/DSC01391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7082883031198731103</id><published>2009-08-02T23:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:45:48.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>2nd Amendment Rights...</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: Just a warning that I'm going to step on my soap box for a view minutes, and get a few things off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing recent reports of a bill working it's way through the Senate. To make an incredibly long story short, the US government is trying to implement a registration/license for all gun owners. Basically stating that the government would track all purchases, and therefore know exactly what your "packing." Plus, if you don't register you can face up to 5 years in prison. You can check out the story for yourself...http://www.govtrack.us/congress/bill.xpd?bill=h111-45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I do not own a gun. Nor have I shot a gun anytime in the last 5 years. But reading this prompted me to write, because this is a free country. If this bill was ever passed (and I don't think it will) it would be removing 2nd Amendment rights from the law abiding American public. Placing firearms directly into criminal hands. I encourage everyone to write to their congressmen, and senators regarding this. American citizens have the right to protect themselves and their families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...stepping down from the soap box now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7082883031198731103?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7082883031198731103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7082883031198731103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7082883031198731103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7082883031198731103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/08/2nd-amendment-rights.html' title='2nd Amendment Rights...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7746617789432056269</id><published>2009-07-27T01:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:14:15.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestone'/><title type='text'>MILESTONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sm02X9kKnXI/AAAAAAAACME/Jj_EJTMi1dM/s1600-h/4+mile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sm02X9kKnXI/AAAAAAAACME/Jj_EJTMi1dM/s320/4+mile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363002516559273330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at the gym I hit a huge milestone...I ran...4 miles! I was so pumped that I actually jumped around for a few minutes (I was at the gym alone.) Just thought I'd share this milestone with my internet family! Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7746617789432056269?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7746617789432056269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7746617789432056269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7746617789432056269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7746617789432056269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/07/milestone.html' title='MILESTONE!'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sm02X9kKnXI/AAAAAAAACME/Jj_EJTMi1dM/s72-c/4+mile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-8056526279806268097</id><published>2009-07-25T15:40:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:12:41.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Could someone please remove the birds from my hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SmtixjJ8-NI/AAAAAAAACL8/z7l14cWCBsY/s1600-h/knphair4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SmtixjJ8-NI/AAAAAAAACL8/z7l14cWCBsY/s320/knphair4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362488384704805074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this height...oh yeah baby...rockin it. (Note all the freckles on my face from the beach...the only color that remains a week after returning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Smtgw1VZUlI/AAAAAAAACL0/XcC-8ysBvdM/s1600-h/knphair3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Smtgw1VZUlI/AAAAAAAACL0/XcC-8ysBvdM/s320/knphair3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362486173381513810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally left the salon looking like this, seriously, where are the hidden cameras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SmtgmFGm35I/AAAAAAAACLs/8ejEXmLLVyw/s1600-h/knphair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SmtgmFGm35I/AAAAAAAACLs/8ejEXmLLVyw/s320/knphair2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362485988635893650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               I'm just as confused as you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SmtgZ41p84I/AAAAAAAACLk/T55OZquX6CQ/s1600-h/knphair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SmtgZ41p84I/AAAAAAAACLk/T55OZquX6CQ/s320/knphair1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362485779185136514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                This will be my first album cover, when I become a rock God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in desperate need of a haircut. My usual salon wasn't able to get me in until Tuesday of next week, so I decided to throw caution to the wind and run by a walk in only place. The sweet little lady asked how I usually wore my hair, to which I replied "Usually just natural, and flowy." Apparently, "natural and flowy" to her meant using a pint of gel, and more hairspray than an 80's glam rocker. I couldn't believe my eyes when she wheeled me around, and annouced that she was finished. I guess the most important thing, the cut, is actually cute, and exactly what I wanted. But I couldn't resist taking a few pictures with all the product in my hair. When they start busting out the gel, it's time for me to go. Lesson learned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-8056526279806268097?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/8056526279806268097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=8056526279806268097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8056526279806268097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8056526279806268097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/07/could-someone-please-remove-birds-from.html' title='Could someone please remove the birds from my hair...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SmtixjJ8-NI/AAAAAAAACL8/z7l14cWCBsY/s72-c/knphair4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-4380623699610937345</id><published>2009-07-21T00:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:12:54.707-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Somebody shoot me now, please...</title><content type='html'>There comes a time in a person's life, when vacationing with family must come to a screeching halt. I have not only reached this point in my life, I surpassed it a few years back. I absolutely love my family, don't get me wrong, they are all amazing...IN SMALL DOSES. (Sorry G-ma.) Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or so before we were scheduled to leave for Myrtle Beach, my parents decided to bail on my brothers and I. Dad needed to work, and Mom needed to get some things done in peace and quiet. (She was the intelligent one.) So my sweet, slightly insane grandparents decided to call the hotel and rent a larger room so that they could accommodate their 3 grandchildren. At first this seemed to be a good option, because it was...FREE for Josh and I to go. (I stress the word FREE when you are a poor college student.) Anyway-we were saddened by the fact that Ma and Pa wouldn't be coming, but were still excited to spend time away from MoHo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until crap hit the proverbial fan. Almost immediately it became clear that my sanity would only remain if I continuously remain out of the hotel, on the beach, and with my ipod blasting my brain with Taylor Swift. My G-ma (bless her heart) decided to become the "food patrol." Every time I even thought about eating something with more than 100 calories I was given a guilt trip..."Now Kristen, I don't believe that's on your diet." Or "Kristen, I can't believe you ate that GIANT PIECE OF CHEESECAKE...it's just not worth it to be skinny." First, if anyone even thinks about coming inbetween Tripp's cheesecake drenched in strawberries and me, you better be prepared to fight. And by fight I mean, tackling, hair pulling, scratching, screaming, yelling, kind of fighting. And secondly, I have lost close to 25 pounds, I deserve my week in the sun...or in the "fat foods" section of the grocery store or restaurant menu. Back off calorie police!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom decided to fly down at the beginning of the week. We were all excited that she was coming. As we were waiting for her flight come in, I received a call from my incredibly panic stricken mother. She had missed her flight in Cincinnati. Of course, Cincinnati, that stupid Carson Palmer has cursed the entire city, including the airport, and he is entirely to blame for my mother missing her plane. After spending, I don't know, 6 hours on the phone with Delta, I rescheduled her flight for the next day, and gave Mom a rather long pep-talk about flying alone, and not freaking out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway-there were enjoyable parts to the week. I will never tire of sitting in the surf, half asleep feeling the warm sun on my body, and the cool ocean on my feet...that is until some idiot throwing a temper tantrum while on a walk with his lady, stomps a bit to hard and splashes cold water all over my face. I wanted to say, "Thanks for interrupting my few precious minutes of quiet sanity." But I refrained. I also really enjoy sitting on the balcony listening to the ocean waves...until my G-pa decided to walk out and hocker a giant mucus ball into a handkerchief, completely removing any zen-like vibes I was feeling from the waves. (I can still hear it!) I also enjoyed the USS North Carolina (my second trip to the beauty), and thinking ahead, I remembered how hot it can get below decks, so I decided to wear a cute little sundress...until I started down the first flight of incredibly steep metal steps, my Sony Alpha 300 dangling from one hand, did the breeze catch my "cute little dress" just right, and I ended up flashing all the nice adorable families, including children, veterans, and masses of conservative people my green striped underwear. Yes...shoot me now, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I will have my own room...possibly in another hotel. I need a vacation to recover from my vacation. UGH! Pictures to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-4380623699610937345?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/4380623699610937345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=4380623699610937345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/4380623699610937345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/4380623699610937345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebody-shoot-me-now-please.html' title='Somebody shoot me now, please...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-5500696578441674105</id><published>2009-06-28T08:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:15:10.016-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Skdej0-ot-I/AAAAAAAABn0/3FjyArlmJIs/s1600-h/5086_670299517409_17829141_37921362_322768_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Skdej0-ot-I/AAAAAAAABn0/3FjyArlmJIs/s320/5086_670299517409_17829141_37921362_322768_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352350651762915298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend (Jennilyn) pointed out that some things never change. SO VERY TRUE. Like I told her, Kally and I will be in the nursing home conducting photo shoots from our wheelchairs. I'm shooting for Miss Geriatric ANTM 2060! Life is so much fun with crazy friends! Love ya Kal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-5500696578441674105?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/5500696578441674105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=5500696578441674105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5500696578441674105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5500696578441674105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Skdej0-ot-I/AAAAAAAABn0/3FjyArlmJIs/s72-c/5086_670299517409_17829141_37921362_322768_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-6884689865684721923</id><published>2009-06-20T03:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:13:07.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Malkin and Yinzerfication...</title><content type='html'>Loved this story! A russian hockey player who loves Pittsburgh? Sounds like my kind of guy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pittsburghlive.com/x/pittsburghtrib/sports/s_630306.html"&gt;Malkin and family begin their Yinzerfication - Pittsburgh Tribune-Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-6884689865684721923?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/6884689865684721923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=6884689865684721923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6884689865684721923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6884689865684721923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/06/malkin-and-yinzerfication.html' title='Malkin and Yinzerfication...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-3910508280357147034</id><published>2009-06-07T17:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:16:02.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Subway</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, in an attempt to keep up my healthy new eating habits, I decided to run by Subway. Subway is attached to a BP close to my house, so I can be there and back in 10 minutes. (A definite plus.) I walked into the store feeling rather dazed from working all night, and only getting a few hours of sleep. As I'm waiting for the "Sandwich Artist" to acknowledge my presence a woman in front of me turns around and noticeably stares at me. There I am in mismatched shorts and t-shirt, flip-flops from 5 years ago, hair in a knot, and sans makeup. I'm looking rough, and wondering to myself if this lady really wanted to push me over the edge? I'm tired from lack of sleep, craving a doublecheese burger, fries, and a REAL pop, and seriously considering downing the entire box of twinkies that are resting peacefully on the shelf to my right, I'm exuding the DON'T MESS WITH THIS vibe that I've learned from watching countless hours of BET. But alas, the staring continued, and then she began stomping her foot on the ground, like a bull getting ready to charge. Either this woman was psychotic, or was another of the masses who were offended by my "gothic" black nail polish. (Darn, why did I leave my trench at home again.) I thanked God that I didn't work there when she ordered half the store, then literally almost sang the types of veggies she wanted. I concealed my laughter with a few well timed coughs, and practically ran out of the store before I heard another foot stomp. I hope that this woman seeks the medical attention that is most definitely necessary...as for me, I enjoyed my low-cal dinner, and am happily on my way to diet utopia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-3910508280357147034?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/3910508280357147034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=3910508280357147034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/3910508280357147034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/3910508280357147034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/06/subway.html' title='Subway'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-483932268277803035</id><published>2009-06-06T22:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:38:43.867-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>D-Day</title><content type='html'>My youngest brother Ryan (11 years old) has always loved history, especially WW2. My family jokes that he's a young historian, and is almost daily found watching the History Channel, or pouring over a WW2 book. I called him this evening to remind him that today was the 65 anniversary of D-Day, and as soon as I finished telling him he said, "Duh, Kristen...June 6, 1944. It's been all over the news today." I wasn't surprised that he already knew this, but I had to laugh at his response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot of the personal accounts that are spread throughout the media today. The stories are so touching, that despite sitting in the middle of a noisy ER, I was moved to tears. I'm so thankful that we had such brave young men fighting for our country during this time. I can't imagine the horrors that still haunt them. I have the same respect for those currently serving in our military. We would not be a free nation without them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-483932268277803035?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/483932268277803035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=483932268277803035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/483932268277803035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/483932268277803035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/06/d-day.html' title='D-Day'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-4606863795724663685</id><published>2009-06-06T02:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:23:01.114-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Lazy summer days...</title><content type='html'>I have seriously neglected my blogging, and I must admit that I don't have a good reason for my absence. I even have pictures to post, but have been to lazy to download them from my camera. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will soon be back to the blogging world. Hopefully in the morning I will upload my pictures from the last few weeks. I know everyone is anxiously awaiting the new posts. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-4606863795724663685?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/4606863795724663685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=4606863795724663685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/4606863795724663685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/4606863795724663685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/06/lazy-summer-days.html' title='Lazy summer days...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-1511643161141062912</id><published>2009-05-04T19:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:15:08.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Life can be so unfair...</title><content type='html'>While I'm stuck in the library studying for finals, my parents are here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sf92o_0NBtI/AAAAAAAABWs/7H7_wKNsWuc/s1600-h/costa-rica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sf92o_0NBtI/AAAAAAAABWs/7H7_wKNsWuc/s320/costa-rica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332110930527192786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-1511643161141062912?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/1511643161141062912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=1511643161141062912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1511643161141062912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1511643161141062912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-can-be-so-unfair.html' title='Life can be so unfair...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sf92o_0NBtI/AAAAAAAABWs/7H7_wKNsWuc/s72-c/costa-rica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-5609177746138268990</id><published>2009-04-26T06:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T06:30:18.119-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Properly nerdy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SfQ27BG-I5I/AAAAAAAABWk/o14CxknL-Us/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SfQ27BG-I5I/AAAAAAAABWk/o14CxknL-Us/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328944646623994770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered what hair color you have? Despite the fact that I was born with red hair, and retained that color for much of my younger life, I am pleased to inform you that I don't have any mutations on my MC1R gene. (Mutations indicate red hair.)  We know that I have a mutation, it's just not present in the gene we sequenced. Darn...I was curious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-5609177746138268990?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/5609177746138268990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=5609177746138268990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5609177746138268990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5609177746138268990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/04/properly-nerdy.html' title='Properly nerdy.'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SfQ27BG-I5I/AAAAAAAABWk/o14CxknL-Us/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-9180444776159691820</id><published>2009-04-26T06:10:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T07:55:38.487-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><title type='text'>Heinz Heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SfQ1kRuUbuI/AAAAAAAABWc/fAPgcERam-I/s1600-h/Heinz_Field_(2005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SfQ1kRuUbuI/AAAAAAAABWc/fAPgcERam-I/s320/Heinz_Field_(2005).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328943156435381986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was working last night, when I got a random call from my father. In a rushed, yet quiet voice he asked if I had a few minutes. Out of curiosity, I told him I had the time, and waited not so patiently for him to respond. "Well...what would you say if we could get season tickets to some of  the Steeler games?" Anyone who knows me knows my immediate response. (Jumping, smiling, laughing, practically crying while in the middle of a busy ER.) Needless to say, my father, brother, and I are the proud new owners of 2 tickets to 5 regular season games, and 1 pre-season game, on the 5-yard line. I'm beginning to feel that my chances of meeting Ben Roethelisberger are greatly increasing. GO STEELERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-9180444776159691820?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/9180444776159691820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=9180444776159691820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/9180444776159691820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/9180444776159691820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/04/heinz-heaven.html' title='Heinz Heaven.'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SfQ1kRuUbuI/AAAAAAAABWc/fAPgcERam-I/s72-c/Heinz_Field_(2005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-4547602808610268146</id><published>2009-04-16T14:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:20:50.690-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Wind in my hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sed26nRXOYI/AAAAAAAABVk/4YtQM4oOJr4/s1600-h/knp+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sed26nRXOYI/AAAAAAAABVk/4YtQM4oOJr4/s320/knp+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325355833735199106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who say's you can't have fun by yourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-4547602808610268146?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/4547602808610268146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=4547602808610268146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/4547602808610268146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/4547602808610268146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/04/wind-in-my-hair.html' title='Wind in my hair...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sed26nRXOYI/AAAAAAAABVk/4YtQM4oOJr4/s72-c/knp+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-5700404819757965743</id><published>2009-04-16T12:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:27:30.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Umm...yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SedjIhv3t4I/AAAAAAAABVM/wHrOsissk8I/s1600-h/adam-lambert-is-hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SedjIhv3t4I/AAAAAAAABVM/wHrOsissk8I/s320/adam-lambert-is-hot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325334082538157954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SedjIREPdeI/AAAAAAAABVE/1EBi-JZp4FI/s1600-h/a2d0b72e-4fef-46ca-bd3e-f3ae437e2fdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SedjIREPdeI/AAAAAAAABVE/1EBi-JZp4FI/s320/a2d0b72e-4fef-46ca-bd3e-f3ae437e2fdc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325334078060197346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe it's my rocker side (Thanks, Dad) but I think Adam Lambert is HOT HOT HOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-5700404819757965743?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/5700404819757965743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=5700404819757965743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5700404819757965743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5700404819757965743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/04/ummyeah.html' title='Umm...yeah.'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SedjIhv3t4I/AAAAAAAABVM/wHrOsissk8I/s72-c/adam-lambert-is-hot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7753508329192219514</id><published>2009-03-27T14:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:04:03.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Hike at Cave Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0jzwpY0FI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Q73tnP1StIA/s1600-h/225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0jzwpY0FI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Q73tnP1StIA/s320/225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317946107133218898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0jzOoYNmI/AAAAAAAAA_o/mSSwYPDZVxU/s1600-h/224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0jzOoYNmI/AAAAAAAAA_o/mSSwYPDZVxU/s320/224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317946098002179682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0jyjcMTaI/AAAAAAAAA_g/vI4GPPphP0A/s1600-h/212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0jyjcMTaI/AAAAAAAAA_g/vI4GPPphP0A/s320/212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317946086408342946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0jyMoCfvI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/h758T-W0ZGg/s1600-h/205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0jyMoCfvI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/h758T-W0ZGg/s320/205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317946080284016370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0jxrgr1sI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/5ISyrx5KJrc/s1600-h/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0jxrgr1sI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/5ISyrx5KJrc/s320/195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317946071394801346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHen I came home from spending a week in Pittsburgh, I just wanted to be outside. It happened to be a beautiful day, so I took a hike on a trail close to the spillway. The warm weather made me really look forward to spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7753508329192219514?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7753508329192219514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7753508329192219514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7753508329192219514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7753508329192219514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/03/hike-at-cave-run.html' title='Hike at Cave Run'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0jzwpY0FI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Q73tnP1StIA/s72-c/225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-949518022255796801</id><published>2009-03-27T14:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:58:43.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Playground...some of my favorite pictures..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0hmkJjx7I/AAAAAAAAA_I/9EUJSMG9dNg/s1600-h/175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0hmkJjx7I/AAAAAAAAA_I/9EUJSMG9dNg/s320/175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317943681416939442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0hmWcCmOI/AAAAAAAAA_A/RPjS7fMrevY/s1600-h/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0hmWcCmOI/AAAAAAAAA_A/RPjS7fMrevY/s320/163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317943677736360162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0hmS4WaBI/AAAAAAAAA-4/4W210mjp1Nc/s1600-h/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0hmS4WaBI/AAAAAAAAA-4/4W210mjp1Nc/s320/155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317943676781357074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0hmFczsZI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ZqnVyfrcjJQ/s1600-h/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0hmFczsZI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ZqnVyfrcjJQ/s320/154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317943673176174994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0hl5LpXuI/AAAAAAAAA-o/9OSb1k6bSxw/s1600-h/150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0hl5LpXuI/AAAAAAAAA-o/9OSb1k6bSxw/s320/150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317943669882969826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a playground I LOVED to visit as a child. I remember begging anyone in my family to take me to the park on a sunny day. (Especally on Sunday afternoons.) It's in a sad state now, and I don't think that anyone has played on it for some time. These are some of my favorite pictures that I've taken. I feel like this is the first time I've really gotten creative with any shots. Looking at these brings back so much of my childhood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-949518022255796801?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/949518022255796801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=949518022255796801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/949518022255796801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/949518022255796801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/03/playgroundsome-of-my-favorite-pictures.html' title='Playground...some of my favorite pictures..'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0hmkJjx7I/AAAAAAAAA_I/9EUJSMG9dNg/s72-c/175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-2850005900677876161</id><published>2009-03-27T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:49:29.143-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Pittsburgh at night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0flvRjb0I/AAAAAAAAA-g/yPbBPCHfQOc/s1600-h/148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0flvRjb0I/AAAAAAAAA-g/yPbBPCHfQOc/s320/148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317941468200136514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0fleOftHI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/TAACmnHdrok/s1600-h/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0fleOftHI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/TAACmnHdrok/s320/143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317941463623906418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0flFr_ChI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/R1iUMtblYcg/s1600-h/144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0flFr_ChI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/R1iUMtblYcg/s320/144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317941457036708370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a tripod, so some of the pictures are a little blurry. Next time I will take my tripod. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-2850005900677876161?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/2850005900677876161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=2850005900677876161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2850005900677876161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2850005900677876161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/03/pittsburgh-at-night.html' title='Pittsburgh at night...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0flvRjb0I/AAAAAAAAA-g/yPbBPCHfQOc/s72-c/148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7688988621875489906</id><published>2009-03-27T14:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:42:20.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Pittsburgh by day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0d24W8d6I/AAAAAAAAA-I/M13TtsovcQI/s1600-h/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0d24W8d6I/AAAAAAAAA-I/M13TtsovcQI/s320/140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317939563673188258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0d2vp38DI/AAAAAAAAA-A/QQjWrhCUYMk/s1600-h/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0d2vp38DI/AAAAAAAAA-A/QQjWrhCUYMk/s320/133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317939561336664114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0d2cj5r9I/AAAAAAAAA94/XOQIh3Tbb4Y/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0d2cj5r9I/AAAAAAAAA94/XOQIh3Tbb4Y/s320/123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317939556211339218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0d2MZrLWI/AAAAAAAAA9w/YsZTyrLgeug/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0d2MZrLWI/AAAAAAAAA9w/YsZTyrLgeug/s320/109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317939551873477986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of the city during the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7688988621875489906?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7688988621875489906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7688988621875489906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7688988621875489906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7688988621875489906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/03/pittsburgh-by-day.html' title='Pittsburgh by day...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0d24W8d6I/AAAAAAAAA-I/M13TtsovcQI/s72-c/140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-4060391754213614308</id><published>2009-03-27T14:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:34:11.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Maddie the snow bunny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0b0wyv2fI/AAAAAAAAA9o/xtrIQSYQSog/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0b0wyv2fI/AAAAAAAAA9o/xtrIQSYQSog/s320/070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317937328259324402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0b07P1w_I/AAAAAAAAA9g/pg6Eydk0vSo/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0b07P1w_I/AAAAAAAAA9g/pg6Eydk0vSo/s320/071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317937331065701362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0b0rsGE1I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/NReU6y6rqaQ/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0b0rsGE1I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/NReU6y6rqaQ/s320/064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317937326889243474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were taken awhile ago, during our last snow of the season. I didn't realize how behind on posting I was. Madison loves the snow, and I thought these were cute, and really showed her personality. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-4060391754213614308?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/4060391754213614308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=4060391754213614308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/4060391754213614308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/4060391754213614308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/03/maddie-snow-bunny.html' title='Maddie the snow bunny...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0b0wyv2fI/AAAAAAAAA9o/xtrIQSYQSog/s72-c/070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-8007183006899384822</id><published>2009-03-27T14:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:30:03.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bethany the Baller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0bFYOr73I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/zjlGO54O294/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0bFYOr73I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/zjlGO54O294/s320/095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317936514211770226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0avh8wuaI/AAAAAAAAA9I/c3xWnYqJ0w0/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0avh8wuaI/AAAAAAAAA9I/c3xWnYqJ0w0/s320/093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317936138863819170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0ZpOn87ZI/AAAAAAAAA9A/0Be7wdE0Gmo/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0ZpOn87ZI/AAAAAAAAA9A/0Be7wdE0Gmo/s320/082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317934931085421970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone in my family is tall. Unfortunatly for me, I did not inherit the height gene. My 5'4 size has been laughed at for some time, and it's always a milestone when on of my cousins passes me. When I went to Pittsburgh for spring break, I didn't realize that my 10 year old cousin had already passed me up. The only one that remains shorter is Gabe, who is 5. I'm sure it's only a matter of time. We watched Bethany play basketball, and I must say that all that height gives her awesome rebounding skills. It was so much fun spending time with her and Gabe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-8007183006899384822?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/8007183006899384822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=8007183006899384822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8007183006899384822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8007183006899384822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/03/bethany-baller.html' title='Bethany the Baller'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Sc0bFYOr73I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/zjlGO54O294/s72-c/095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-5819483819432352945</id><published>2009-03-26T12:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:41:28.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious dog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2BgjH_CtIA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/z2BgjH_CtIA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-5819483819432352945?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/5819483819432352945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=5819483819432352945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5819483819432352945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5819483819432352945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/03/hilarious-dog.html' title='Hilarious dog...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-8420540613868626593</id><published>2009-03-11T17:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:44:04.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St Patrick&apos;s Day Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Spring break-itis...</title><content type='html'>All of my mid-term exams are completed! (That definitely deserves a loud round of applause!) I am feeling extremely content to bum around in comfy clothes, and read, or catch up on tv. For the next week I don't have to work or attend classes! Yippee! I am planning on visiting my G-parents in Pittsburgh. And my uncle has planned a 26th birthday celebration for me in my G-ma's hospital room, so that she can party down with the family. I excited to spend time with her, and my G-pa. They are just so precious. I'm also excited to spend some much needed time with Ben! With my crazy work schedule, we only see each other a few times a month. (Definitely not enough!)I'm looking forward to hanging out at his new house, snuggling while watching a movie, and I might even attempt to cook him dinner! :) I can't believe that I will be 26 next week. It hasn't hit me like 25 did. I dreaded turning 25. But, I'm looking forward to this birthday. I think it's going to be a challenging, but also fulfilling year. Well, so much for an update. I have pictures that need to be uploaded from the last snow we had in Morehead. Maybe I'll post it, if I'm feeling ambitious. Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-8420540613868626593?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/8420540613868626593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=8420540613868626593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8420540613868626593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8420540613868626593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-itis.html' title='Spring break-itis...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7052243617784684210</id><published>2009-03-01T12:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:44:31.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben-n-Me'/><title type='text'>If Ben and I had a baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 445px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 321px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445px" height="321px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://content.oddcast.com/host/babymaker/swf/workshop_295_msPlayer.swf?doorId=295&amp;clientId=164&amp;mId=29624207&amp;ds=http%3A%2F%2Fhost-d.oddcast.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="BASE" value="host-d.oddcast.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="t" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noborder" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" name="hostMov" swliveconnect="true" src="http://content.oddcast.com/host/babymaker/swf/workshop_295_msPlayer.swf?doorId=295&amp;clientId=164&amp;mId=29624207&amp;ds=http%3A%2F%2Fhost-d.oddcast.com" base="host-d.oddcast.com" scale="noborder" salign="t" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" height="321" width="445" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; height: 36px; width: 445px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create Your Own" src="http://host-d.oddcast.com/babymaker/images/footer_01.gif" style="position: absolute; top: 0; left: 0; border: none;"/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vw.com/vwhype/babymaker/en/us/" target="_blank" style="position: absolute; top: 0; left: 220px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Make a Routan Baby" src="http://host-d.oddcast.com/babymaker/images/footer_02.gif" style="border: none;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it might look like this. Hopefully with less freaky eyes though. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7052243617784684210?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7052243617784684210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7052243617784684210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7052243617784684210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7052243617784684210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-ben-and-i-had-baby.html' title='If Ben and I had a baby...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-8780181521766427785</id><published>2009-02-27T04:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T04:37:05.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St Patrick&apos;s Day Birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday ideas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SaezWCUGdMI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Qm_DC_3RfTQ/s1600-h/300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SaezWCUGdMI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Qm_DC_3RfTQ/s320/300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307407877039092930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meant to look like an old fashion flash bulb.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SaezV3VmSFI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/r-gU2HoaiA0/s1600-h/musedetailsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SaezV3VmSFI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/r-gU2HoaiA0/s320/musedetailsmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307407874092582994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From Blue Poppy Jewelry...everyday charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my birthday is rapidly approaching (Okay, so maybe it's a few weeks away...March 17th-St. Patrick's Day, for those who don't know.) But, I found these necklaces online tonight, and thought I would post as some "suggestions" for potential presents. Maybe this is a bit bold...but at least my faithfuls can see the cuteness of the jewlery! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-8780181521766427785?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/8780181521766427785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=8780181521766427785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8780181521766427785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8780181521766427785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-ideas.html' title='Birthday ideas...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SaezWCUGdMI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Qm_DC_3RfTQ/s72-c/300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7113445668655736989</id><published>2009-02-25T19:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:45:17.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>The Odd Couple...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='400' height='300' id='can' classid='clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.cbs.com/e/rTWsE623_gPFc9MmpIIPDtZIH_xNjUH0/cbs/1/'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='config=http://www.cbs.com/thunder/player/1_0/partner/config/skin_ad'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width='400' height='300' src='http://www.cbs.com/e/rTWsE623_gPFc9MmpIIPDtZIH_xNjUH0/cbs/1/'  allowfullscreen='true' allowScriptAccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' FlashVars='config=http://www.cbs.com/thunder/player/1_0/partner/config/skin_ad'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story warmed my heart! How endearing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7113445668655736989?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7113445668655736989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7113445668655736989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7113445668655736989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7113445668655736989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/02/odd-couple.html' title='The Odd Couple...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-4514832618748495076</id><published>2009-02-15T18:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:45:17.134-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Practical joke...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SZir-tewn5I/AAAAAAAAA74/5wqncbAJIu4/s1600-h/steelers3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303177655077609362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SZir-tewn5I/AAAAAAAAA74/5wqncbAJIu4/s320/steelers3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The RN behind me, and I plotted the entire thing. Dr. Ravi was really anxious to help in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;harrassment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SZirxA6vQVI/AAAAAAAAA7w/O-nWSEjNibU/s1600-h/steelers6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303177419777065298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SZirxA6vQVI/AAAAAAAAA7w/O-nWSEjNibU/s320/steelers6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It isn't a secret that I LOVE the Pittsburgh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt;. I believe the passion is something that every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pittsburgher&lt;/span&gt; is born with. I work with a die hard Cleveland Browns fan. We harass each other constantly, but when my boys won their 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; World Championship, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt;' help playing this joke on him. When he showed up for work that night, the entire Emergency Room staff was sporting black and gold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jerseys&lt;/span&gt;. Even Dr. Ravi joined in for the fun. We had a great time harassing him! Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-4514832618748495076?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/4514832618748495076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=4514832618748495076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/4514832618748495076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/4514832618748495076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/02/practical-joke.html' title='Practical joke...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SZir-tewn5I/AAAAAAAAA74/5wqncbAJIu4/s72-c/steelers3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-2822960925340575135</id><published>2009-02-06T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:09:03.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Baby love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SYyKocC_BWI/AAAAAAAAA7I/KO8GVRS1CQo/s1600-h/bro-d%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299763288836343138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SYyKocC_BWI/AAAAAAAAA7I/KO8GVRS1CQo/s320/bro-d%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody Phillip Barnett...I think this little guy has stolen my heart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-2822960925340575135?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/2822960925340575135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=2822960925340575135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2822960925340575135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2822960925340575135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-love.html' title='Baby love...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SYyKocC_BWI/AAAAAAAAA7I/KO8GVRS1CQo/s72-c/bro-d%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-3740453473590065170</id><published>2009-02-04T19:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:58:04.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Nerdy? Or me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SYo5UAmtZ2I/AAAAAAAAA7A/xhCBPuvnvJw/s1600-h/periodictable-cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299110927477335906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SYo5UAmtZ2I/AAAAAAAAA7A/xhCBPuvnvJw/s320/periodictable-cards.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A good friend...(aka...Kally) called me today to say that she had found the perfect stationary for me. I chuckled at the randomness of the call, then quickly hopped online to check it out. Not only did I laugh at what Kally discovered, but I also found some other cute stationary. I think that this qualifies me as the ultimate nerd. (Loud cheers!) If your a stationary junkie like I am...check it out at &lt;a href="http://pinklovesbrown.com/"&gt;http://pinklovesbrown.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299110839134673282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SYo5O3gLWYI/AAAAAAAAA64/o7_Ae2kFTvg/s320/zigzags-multi.jpg" /&gt; Love this in green! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-3740453473590065170?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/3740453473590065170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=3740453473590065170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/3740453473590065170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/3740453473590065170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/02/nerdy-or-me.html' title='Nerdy? Or me?'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SYo5UAmtZ2I/AAAAAAAAA7A/xhCBPuvnvJw/s72-c/periodictable-cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-5797702879526103426</id><published>2009-02-03T21:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:45:26.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>25 Things...The stuff we do for blogging...</title><content type='html'>1. I don't understand why razors now come in scents. Like I'm really going to smell my razor when I hop in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love cold weather, and snow. Lots and lots of beautiful white snow!&lt;br /&gt;3. I like to paint my nails. But usually only in dark browns and deep red colors. My mother swears it looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt;, I think she's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm going through a progressive rock stage. Anyone who knows me realizes that my taste in music is incredibly eclectic.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love ballet. So much expression without words.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm a wannabe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;journaler&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrapbooker&lt;/span&gt;. (Are those words?)&lt;br /&gt;7. I love classic lit. Jane Austin, Dostoevsky, Jane Eyre, Tolstoy. Especially old Russian lit. There's something about the culture, and the ridiculously long names that sucks me in every time.&lt;br /&gt;8. Yes, I've been to Space Camp. Yes, it was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;9. I can't sleep well without my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;10. Poor grammar irks me more than anything. There is never a need to put BOTH I'm and me in the same sentence. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;11. I want to get married, and have a family. Hopefully before I'm old and grey. (I love you Ben!)&lt;br /&gt;12. I've recently started going to the gym. I love love love the way I feel after an intense workout.&lt;br /&gt;13. My car is has two names...Isabella and Meredith. Isabella was my first car's name, and it's still around mostly out of habit. Meredith is my cars given name. My brain just doesn't recognize it yet.&lt;br /&gt;14. When I'm tired (like after working all night) I'm annoyed very easily. Please leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm in a constant debate over what kind of doctor I want to be. Right now the choices include...ED, Radiology, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Peds&lt;/span&gt; Oncology, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Neonatologist&lt;/span&gt;, and Ophthalmologist. Nice wide range of choices.&lt;br /&gt;16. I love playing "Would you rather..." with Lucy while shooting portables in ICU. She comes up with the most shocking scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;17. I'm really excited to meet my new nephew! (Kally's baby...my brother will NOT be having children anytime soon.)&lt;br /&gt;18. I just got my passport card in the mail. It's time to use it! I want to travel everywhere, and anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;19. I was born on St. Patrick's Day-therefore I have extremely green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;20. I love biochemistry, and genetics. Understanding the way things come together and work is absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;21. Singing in my car happens on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;22. I want to learn to scuba dive. BUT...first I must learn to swim underwater without holding my nose, and second, I need to become more comfortable in the lake. Last summer I was terrified to get in, I'm much better now.&lt;br /&gt;23. I'm organically conscious. I'm trying to switch to 80% straight up organic foods. But...every now and then a gal just needs Honey BBQ wings from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bdubs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;24. I've been doing yoga in the morning, and at night. Haven't found anything else that can improve my flexibility, and also relax me as much as it does.&lt;br /&gt;25. I love the ocean. It's so vast, and is home to so many species. Standing on the shore with your toes wet, just puts it all into perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-5797702879526103426?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/5797702879526103426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=5797702879526103426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5797702879526103426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5797702879526103426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-thingsthe-stuff-we-do-for-blogging.html' title='25 Things...The stuff we do for blogging...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-435912529580408652</id><published>2009-01-19T19:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:41:53.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><title type='text'>AFC Champion Steelers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293175465943118258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SXUjCrVaMbI/AAAAAAAAA5w/OnxIVz3EMBE/s320/DSC00117.ARW.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293175454602259714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SXUjCBFibQI/AAAAAAAAA5o/QEGQ2WzBY6I/s320/DSC00111.ARW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Steelers played in the AFC Championship, and won! We had a party to watch the game, and we were all very excited when we pulled out a W! It's exciting to think that the Steelers are going to the Super Bowl in Tampa. Here we go, Steelers! Here we go!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293175479525402850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SXUjDd7raOI/AAAAAAAAA54/4y3KLGjTHZI/s320/DSC00121.ARW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-435912529580408652?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/435912529580408652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=435912529580408652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/435912529580408652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/435912529580408652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/01/afc-champion-steelers.html' title='AFC Champion Steelers!'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SXUjCrVaMbI/AAAAAAAAA5w/OnxIVz3EMBE/s72-c/DSC00117.ARW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-1646217924483269439</id><published>2009-01-19T19:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:11:03.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Baby love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SXUgCgCnK3I/AAAAAAAAA5g/mg2lNIOSCdQ/s1600-h/DSC00093.ARW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293172164376603506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SXUgCgCnK3I/AAAAAAAAA5g/mg2lNIOSCdQ/s320/DSC00093.ARW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson and I. I finally got to meet the adorable little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SXUgCPDLt9I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/F4XmIHqK2NQ/s1600-h/DSC00095.ARW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293172159815595986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SXUgCPDLt9I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/F4XmIHqK2NQ/s320/DSC00095.ARW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kennedy entertained us all with her fun dress-up costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SXUgBkZ9ZyI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/3IwRk4btnQo/s1600-h/DSC00097.ARW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293172148368402210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SXUgBkZ9ZyI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/3IwRk4btnQo/s320/DSC00097.ARW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kally's gonna kill me for posting this, but...we are the RC-01 gals at Kally's shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Saturday Kally's sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kourtney&lt;/span&gt; had Kally's baby shower at her house. It was a lot of fun watching Kally open her presents, eat lots of yummy food, and reconnect with old friends. (Amanda Mason, it was awesome chatting with you!) I think that Baby Barnett is definitely going to be loved! We can't wait to meet him! &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/8722905979837541356-1646217924483269439?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/1646217924483269439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=1646217924483269439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1646217924483269439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1646217924483269439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-love.html' title='Baby love...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SXUgCgCnK3I/AAAAAAAAA5g/mg2lNIOSCdQ/s72-c/DSC00093.ARW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-1773676562350288568</id><published>2009-01-19T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:11:20.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Winter Night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SXUeYZs3GGI/AAAAAAAAA5I/GU9iC1zM31I/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293170341608626274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SXUeYZs3GGI/AAAAAAAAA5I/GU9iC1zM31I/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An extremely clear winter night...&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/8722905979837541356-1773676562350288568?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/1773676562350288568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=1773676562350288568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1773676562350288568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1773676562350288568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-night.html' title='Winter Night...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SXUeYZs3GGI/AAAAAAAAA5I/GU9iC1zM31I/s72-c/DSC00061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-1278407938055233394</id><published>2009-01-10T01:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:57:37.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>2009...</title><content type='html'>It's a new year, and everyone I know is swearing to stick with resolutions. So, I thought I would post a few of my own things that are in need of some tweaking. It is also important for me to note that I refuse to "diet." I have a deep rooted belief that the word itself sets you up for failure. I have already begun to "weed out the crap," so to say with my eating habits. I began with the endless chowing down all night while at work. Hello, can I say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mooooo&lt;/span&gt;? Just because I'm up all night, doesn't give me a endless case of the munchies. I'm now working on getting completely rid of pop. Sigh...this hits close to my heart, because I have been an advocate of pop my entire life. There are far to many nasty ingredients, including high fructose corn syrup. (Don't get me started with that garbage. The commercials lie!) So it really must go. I feel a calling to research organic foods. I'm attracted to the idea of food without pesticides, and chemicals. So, tomorrow I'm going to explore a Whole Foods store in Lexington. I'm sure it's expensive, but I just want to try a few things, and see what I think. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Exercises&lt;/span&gt; is another big change in my life. My goal is to work out 3-5 times a week. I need quick paced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;, but my endurance currently is non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;existant&lt;/span&gt;. In a few weeks I hope to report an increase in my running ability! ;) These are just a few of my changes, but it will pay greatly if I stick with it. I would like to be swimsuit ready by summer...it's time to trash the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mu mu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-1278407938055233394?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/1278407938055233394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=1278407938055233394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1278407938055233394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1278407938055233394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-3031943802579280279</id><published>2009-01-05T17:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:53:59.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Photography...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287938266706791970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SWKH1j1AziI/AAAAAAAAA4w/UKa5_lPGt2A/s320/CRAZY+SHIT+%2335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A little Andy Warhol style of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Weirton&lt;/span&gt; Steel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SWKH1weymaI/AAAAAAAAA44/VvPv2h6l0Us/s1600-h/HAIRPIN+LOOP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287938270103247266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SWKH1weymaI/AAAAAAAAA44/VvPv2h6l0Us/s320/HAIRPIN+LOOP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hairpin Loop...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287938279085505938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SWKH2R8U_ZI/AAAAAAAAA5A/lnDkin15iek/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got my camera for Christmas, and these are the first of many pictures. I'm still learning about all the features, and I'm sure I'll be learning for many years to come. Fun, fun and more fun!&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/8722905979837541356-3031943802579280279?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/3031943802579280279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=3031943802579280279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/3031943802579280279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/3031943802579280279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/01/photography.html' title='Photography...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SWKH1j1AziI/AAAAAAAAA4w/UKa5_lPGt2A/s72-c/CRAZY+SHIT+%2335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-3770041858129736778</id><published>2009-01-04T20:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:46:30.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>West Point...</title><content type='html'>My cousin Dean has received a nomination to West Point. I'm so proud of him, he's such an incredible kid. Now he has to wait for an invitation to interview. It's such a long process...but he can do it! Here's the link to the story...&lt;a href="http://weirtondailytimes.com/page/content.detail/id/515397.html?nav=5006"&gt;http://weirtondailytimes.com/page/content.detail/id/515397.html?nav=5006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-3770041858129736778?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/3770041858129736778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=3770041858129736778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/3770041858129736778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/3770041858129736778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2009/01/west-point.html' title='West Point...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-2257979911761355841</id><published>2008-12-23T05:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:47:05.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Christmas season...</title><content type='html'>As Christmas approaches at an alarming rate, I must say that I need to FINALLY finish up my shopping. I only have a few things left to buy. I don't know about you, but if I have someone who is difficult to buy for, like my Mom, then I usually keep putting it off. I guess I like the excitement of last minute hustle and bustle. As for me, there's one thing I really have my eye on...And it's this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282926874841470386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SVC6AKVKVbI/AAAAAAAAA4o/OP7X4CDkBMg/s320/DSLRA300K.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reason to think that Santa has hooked me up. More to come...&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/8722905979837541356-2257979911761355841?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/2257979911761355841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=2257979911761355841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2257979911761355841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2257979911761355841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-season.html' title='Christmas season...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SVC6AKVKVbI/AAAAAAAAA4o/OP7X4CDkBMg/s72-c/DSLRA300K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-5620046318316276368</id><published>2008-12-16T10:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:47:24.739-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Snow love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SUfGBrlbYyI/AAAAAAAAA34/7xzspBTk5Qg/s1600-h/100_4192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280406820297073442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SUfGBrlbYyI/AAAAAAAAA34/7xzspBTk5Qg/s320/100_4192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning I woke up to this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE winter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-5620046318316276368?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/5620046318316276368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=5620046318316276368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5620046318316276368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5620046318316276368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-love.html' title='Snow love'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SUfGBrlbYyI/AAAAAAAAA34/7xzspBTk5Qg/s72-c/100_4192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-9109765943942979558</id><published>2008-12-16T10:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:47:38.432-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Christmas cooking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SUfFgAcN-AI/AAAAAAAAA3w/ayCVfez4534/s1600-h/100_4189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280406241780037634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SUfFgAcN-AI/AAAAAAAAA3w/ayCVfez4534/s320/100_4189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SUfFf_MzpqI/AAAAAAAAA3o/GabJyFo5obM/s1600-h/100_4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280406241446962850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SUfFf_MzpqI/AAAAAAAAA3o/GabJyFo5obM/s320/100_4190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tis' the season to be cooking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-9109765943942979558?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/9109765943942979558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=9109765943942979558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/9109765943942979558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/9109765943942979558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-cooking.html' title='Christmas cooking...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SUfFgAcN-AI/AAAAAAAAA3w/ayCVfez4534/s72-c/100_4189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-1159645674802951898</id><published>2008-11-27T05:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:47:51.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>I'm Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>On the eve of Thanksgiving, I'm feel that I should post a list of things that I'm most thankful for. Honestly, this page could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neverending&lt;/span&gt;, but I will post only the most important things. (In random order...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My incredible relationship with Jesus Christ. You've never experienced love until it comes from this guy.&lt;br /&gt;2. My family. I know that they are always there if I ever need them. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;3. My incredible boyfriend Ben. Without him, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; would be lost.&lt;br /&gt;4. My car, Meredith. She runs, she has air conditioning, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;keyless&lt;/span&gt; entry. What more could a gal want?&lt;br /&gt;5. Kally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kappes&lt;/span&gt; Barnett. If it weren't for her, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ANTM&lt;/span&gt; dreams would have never made it onto film.&lt;br /&gt;6. Madison, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Maltese&lt;/span&gt;, she's happy to see me no matter what kind of day I've had.&lt;br /&gt;7. Being blessed enough to live in a country with a rich history based on the bible. If only we could get back to those roots. Also living in a place were we are a free people. I will always be thankful for the people serving our country. God be with them.&lt;br /&gt;8. All of the seasons. I have to admit that fall and spring are my two favorites. But, I will always have a love for snow!&lt;br /&gt;9. Hot hot hot showers and baths.&lt;br /&gt;10. Food. Whether it's home cooked, a Rafferty's salad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Primanti's&lt;/span&gt; sandwich, or dessert from Andy's Candies. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;11. Science...I love learning all that junk!&lt;br /&gt;12. THE PITTSBURGH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;STEELERS&lt;/span&gt;! And the city of Pittsburgh in general...awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-1159645674802951898?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/1159645674802951898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=1159645674802951898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1159645674802951898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1159645674802951898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-thankful-for.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful for...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-8809539583406779103</id><published>2008-11-17T20:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:48:19.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Political Analysis of a 3 year old...</title><content type='html'>I went to a dinner at Ben's church on Saturday night, where I got into an interesting conversation with a well informed 3-year old named Walker. He ran up to me and said..."Are you a republican?" I told him I was, and then he informed me of the following...&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Democrats...&lt;br /&gt;1. Pee on puppies&lt;br /&gt;2. Pop little kids balloons&lt;br /&gt;3. Poop on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if this is what we have in store now that a Democrat is in the highest office. I feel sorry for the White House staff who has to clean up all the poop on the floor! ( I can't believe I just blogged the word poop.) Finally analysis that is brutal and honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know about you, but I'm voting for Walker 2012!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-8809539583406779103?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/8809539583406779103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=8809539583406779103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8809539583406779103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8809539583406779103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/11/political-analysis-of-3-year-old.html' title='Political Analysis of a 3 year old...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-1576820375240973173</id><published>2008-11-14T16:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:48:29.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Christmas has arrived early!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268637269296652034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SR31rpbPnwI/AAAAAAAAAxs/9wdKIC5RZ2w/s320/100_4105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The kitchen "gingerbread" tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268637271180773330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SR31rwcdB9I/AAAAAAAAAx0/AfxT8VGWlUE/s320/100_4106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nativity that my G-ma Porter made. (The angel hasn't been hung on top of the manger yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Christmas is my family's favorite time of year. My parent's have been listening to Christmas carols since mid-October, and I woke up one morning last week, to find the kitchen Christmas tree had been put up. My Mom usually puts up the kitchen tree first, but little did I know that over the next few days...these would also appear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268638433547819810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SR32vamWmyI/AAAAAAAAAyE/PZ6eUwJVZOw/s320/100_4127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan's "Rudolf" Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268638423588944146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SR32u1f-ORI/AAAAAAAAAx8/boVkYXgI9wA/s320/100_4128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The office tree. (Because no home is cozy until you have a tree in your office).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the last two pictures, I think it's funny that inside there is this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; tree, and you expect to see some snow on the ground, but nope...no snow. Kentucky never gets snow, but I'm wishing, hoping, and praying for a white Christmas this year! It's never to early to put in that kind of a request!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-1576820375240973173?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/1576820375240973173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=1576820375240973173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1576820375240973173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1576820375240973173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-has-arrived-early.html' title='Christmas has arrived early!'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SR31rpbPnwI/AAAAAAAAAxs/9wdKIC5RZ2w/s72-c/100_4105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7702523205402367809</id><published>2008-11-10T22:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:48:47.987-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Kermit the Frog, and Miss Piggy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SRj6DYmtE7I/AAAAAAAAAxc/Dk2-sDh6a7g/s1600-h/111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267234700261135282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SRj6DYmtE7I/AAAAAAAAAxc/Dk2-sDh6a7g/s320/111111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I walked into my zoology lab this morning, not really focused on zoology, but more so on my biochem exam I was having later in the day. I had studied all weekend for biochem, and still felt unsure of the information. (I think I did okay. Definitely a B.) Needless to say, my mind was thinking about biochemical pathways, and I neglected to prepare myself for lab. Anyway, I sat down, and pulled out my lab material, only to hear that today we would begin dissecting our frogs. Ugh! First a squid, then a shark, now a frog? I understand the importance of dissecting animals, and learning how they work. But for the record, I don't like to do it. I HATE the smell of formaldehyde. I can smell it hours after class ended, and I wear gloves! Well, the pleasant thing about today was that we not only had to look at external anatomy, but we had to skin our frog! I repeat, SKIN THE FROG! I thought, "What? Skin Kermit the Frog? A childhood icon? A cute, innocent, harmless frog?" Ironically, the next animal we dissect is a fetal pig. A frog and a pig? Is that someones idea of a twisted Muppet joke? I'm still feeling guilty about my poor froggie. All this to get a stupid degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267236833660548754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SRj7_kIwtpI/AAAAAAAAAxk/UznYNZVi5Qs/s320/01AwcAX0TQS3AAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My thoughts exactly! (Not advocating PETA!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7702523205402367809?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7702523205402367809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7702523205402367809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7702523205402367809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7702523205402367809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/11/kermit-frog-and-miss-piggy.html' title='Kermit the Frog, and Miss Piggy...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SRj6DYmtE7I/AAAAAAAAAxc/Dk2-sDh6a7g/s72-c/111111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-824863025641721010</id><published>2008-10-27T18:41:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:49:06.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Crazy? Insane? Nope, just TONS OF FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SQZEdVe6UvI/AAAAAAAAAvs/ui5f0Fa_FKU/s1600-h/100_2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261968485402694386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SQZEdVe6UvI/AAAAAAAAAvs/ui5f0Fa_FKU/s320/100_2019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261968189962730770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SQZEMI4iPRI/AAAAAAAAAvk/iamhHxt4e0Y/s320/100_2026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Through the years, Kally and I have taken some of the most insane pictures. I would put our pictures up against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; for creativity, and weirdness. Many people have not understood our desire to spend an entire day, first destroying the apartment getting ready, and then by taking goofy pictures. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SQZbT2Cu0xI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Gxl_RZTPoG0/s1600-h/kkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261993611111617298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SQZbT2Cu0xI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Gxl_RZTPoG0/s320/kkk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SQZYi62MJFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/c-Pc5DrzRAY/s1600-h/kristenrockstar6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261990571564344402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SQZYi62MJFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/c-Pc5DrzRAY/s320/kristenrockstar6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have always been inspired my America's Next Top Model, but we take it to such an extreme, that it turns out to be funny instead of artistic. (Case in point, the rock star &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;, mine to the left, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kal's&lt;/span&gt; to the right). Regardless, we have had a blast. Some might think these photos look Halloween costume worthy. But in reality, the most tame photo (at the bottom) is the only one that is a costume. Only we would have youth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; costumes at our immediate disposal. It just makes me laugh. I'm gonna love showing these to future children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261996596020806770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SQZeBlsihHI/AAAAAAAAAwM/FAESQJ5b40U/s320/knk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-824863025641721010?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/824863025641721010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=824863025641721010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/824863025641721010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/824863025641721010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-insane-nope-just-tons-of-fun.html' title='Crazy? 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Nope, just TONS OF FUN!'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SQZEdVe6UvI/AAAAAAAAAvs/ui5f0Fa_FKU/s72-c/100_2019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7974128890082102216</id><published>2008-10-13T14:29:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:50:30.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben-n-Me'/><title type='text'>Construction Zone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOV8J7XSfI/AAAAAAAAAuI/xzajJ1JbVnw/s1600-h/100_4059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256710050761099762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOV8J7XSfI/AAAAAAAAAuI/xzajJ1JbVnw/s320/100_4059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The newly white kitchen cabinets...still working on what kind of countertops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOV8oUL17I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/NlOd5gP2JcQ/s1600-h/100_4060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256710058918270898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOV8oUL17I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/NlOd5gP2JcQ/s320/100_4060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The color of the kitchen...soooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOV80RTliI/AAAAAAAAAuY/-neMBXA00xI/s1600-h/100_4062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256710062127420962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOV80RTliI/AAAAAAAAAuY/-neMBXA00xI/s320/100_4062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hallway looking down to three bedrooms, bathroom, and hall closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOV82W_mFI/AAAAAAAAAug/QmytoELnbec/s1600-h/100_4066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256710062688147538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOV82W_mFI/AAAAAAAAAug/QmytoELnbec/s320/100_4066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside of house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOV9OAzzCI/AAAAAAAAAuo/VKGYYnvDZMU/s1600-h/100_4064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256710069037550626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOV9OAzzCI/AAAAAAAAAuo/VKGYYnvDZMU/s320/100_4064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Future baby's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOVOd5RiEI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rLxLEW7wNzU/s1600-h/100_4054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256709265847060546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOVOd5RiEI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rLxLEW7wNzU/s320/100_4054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben taking a lunch break @ Los Marichis...isn't he handsome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOVO0307iI/AAAAAAAAAto/9AJ_4zOaULY/s1600-h/100_4055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256709272015007266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOVO0307iI/AAAAAAAAAto/9AJ_4zOaULY/s320/100_4055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The really cool hardwood floor in the entrance...it's hard to appreciate b/c it's so dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOVPc-2LdI/AAAAAAAAAtw/CMDhGYerwYA/s1600-h/100_4056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256709282781867474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOVPc-2LdI/AAAAAAAAAtw/CMDhGYerwYA/s320/100_4056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Downstairs living room...to the left is the office, to the right is another bathroom &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256709294392244082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOVQIO-d3I/AAAAAAAAAuA/K3myfu3X5GM/s320/100_4058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The upstairs living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256708233011267442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOUSWSCB3I/AAAAAAAAAtY/8f4n0EcArbA/s320/100_4053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben shopping @ Lowes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256708006968070498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOUFMNIkWI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_G0Zga04yio/s320/100_4052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me w/ a GIANT pumpkin @ Lowes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to Ben's last weekend to help him paint his new house. We had a lot of fun. There is still much work to be done, but it's really going to be nice. On a quick trip to Lowes we discovered a pumpkin festival going on in the parking lot. I had to have my picture taken with this GIANT PUMPKIN! Needless to say, I had been at the house all morning, and I look pretty scary. All in all it was a fun weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8722905979837541356-7974128890082102216?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7974128890082102216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7974128890082102216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7974128890082102216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7974128890082102216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/10/construction-zone.html' title='Construction Zone...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SPOV8J7XSfI/AAAAAAAAAuI/xzajJ1JbVnw/s72-c/100_4059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-8352550403923201290</id><published>2008-10-09T18:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:50:41.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Wanted...A SERIOUS European Travel Buddy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SO6CFC1tDkI/AAAAAAAAAtI/J1-xuXP8pgk/s1600-h/1111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255280838361026114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SO6CFC1tDkI/AAAAAAAAAtI/J1-xuXP8pgk/s320/1111111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so out of frustration I'm posting this ad. I have longed to go to Europe since I could remember. Being an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt; person, I have always wanted to experience new, and exciting places. The problem is, that I can't find ANYONE serious enough to go with. People want to go, but when it comes down to serious planning, nobody seems interested. I understand that everyone has lives, and families, and before I start my own I really want to experience some European culture. Is this to much to ask people? It's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zimbabwe&lt;/span&gt;...or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Timbuktu&lt;/span&gt;. It's Europe...home to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; old societies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;architecture&lt;/span&gt;. Famous pieces of art, and cultures very different from our own. Who would pass on the opportunity to see a town that hasn't been restored since the Thirty Years War? Or to tour castles where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;royalty&lt;/span&gt; once resided? I know my home won't be complete until I have my very own cuckoo clock from the Black Forest. Sigh. Until I find someone, I'm still going to plan. I will go by myself if I have too. I can be stubborn...and I'm not giving up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-8352550403923201290?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/8352550403923201290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=8352550403923201290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8352550403923201290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8352550403923201290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/10/wanteda-serious-european-travel-buddy.html' title='Wanted...A SERIOUS European Travel Buddy...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SO6CFC1tDkI/AAAAAAAAAtI/J1-xuXP8pgk/s72-c/1111111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-5967874062359939605</id><published>2008-10-06T12:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:50:54.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>7 things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I plan to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Travel all over Europe&lt;br /&gt;2. Scuba dive w/ Ben&lt;br /&gt;3. Actually learn all this science crap, and graduate from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Get married, and have a few babies!&lt;br /&gt;5. Have a career I enjoy...most likely in medicine.&lt;br /&gt;6. See more of the world, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;, The Great Wall (China), Tahiti, more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7. Read all the books on my book list...it's HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;(There are so many more things it's killing me not to add them all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I do now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read, read, read...until my eyes and brain can't take it anymore! Textbook reading isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;2. Occasionally sleep.&lt;br /&gt;3. Listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;4. Any chance to hike, and I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Dreaming of my camera...Sony Alpha 200...it will be mine in a few weeks! ;)&lt;br /&gt;6. Watch Gilmore Girl reruns...I own most of the seasons, and it's the only television I get to watch.&lt;br /&gt;7. Stare endlessly at my Periodic Chart hanging on my wall. One day I will have it completely memorized! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;strong&gt; things I can't do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. I can't make everyone realize that McCain is the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make Kally love or even like dogs.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't own a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Goldendoodle&lt;/span&gt; right now, because I'm too busy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Can't see Ben enough, living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; states sucks!&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't make all the Browns/Bengals fans repent of their football sins, and become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Steeler&lt;/span&gt; fans.&lt;br /&gt;6. Can't believe the amount of information on my zoology lab exam next week. Daunting.&lt;br /&gt;7. Can't believe how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; I sometimes am. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things that attracts you to the opposite sex:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honesty.&lt;br /&gt;2. Has a relationship with Christ, and is willing to be open so that our walk together with Christ, will be daily strengthened by each other.&lt;br /&gt;3. Fun personality&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Adventurous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chivalrous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have the ability to give a certain look from across a room that will make my heart flutter. (Corney, but I'm serious!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things that I say most often:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Go to the ball! (Soccer)&lt;br /&gt;2. Be aggressive! (Soccer again)&lt;br /&gt;3. What do I need to know for the quiz?&lt;br /&gt;4. You're amazing!&lt;br /&gt;5. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;6. What are your plans for the day?&lt;br /&gt;7. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 celebrities that I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Ben &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Roethelisberger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Troy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Polamalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugh Laurie&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;McDreamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;...I'm struggling with this.&lt;br /&gt;6. Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Depp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Leto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kielbasa... prounounced "Ca...boss...e", trust me I'm from the Burgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smoothies&lt;br /&gt;3. G-ma Porter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Strawberry pie...and also cherry pie.&lt;br /&gt;5. Rafferty's chicken salad with honey mustard/hot bacon dressing. Don't knock it till you try it!&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kappes&lt;/span&gt; Cinnamon rolls!&lt;br /&gt;7. Andy's Candies Chocolate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-5967874062359939605?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/5967874062359939605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=5967874062359939605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5967874062359939605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5967874062359939605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-things.html' title='7 things...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-772378531113864571</id><published>2008-10-06T00:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:51:04.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>I promise I am still alive...</title><content type='html'>Hello all. It's been a super busy month, and I have neglected my blogging. BUT...that all ends tomorrow. I will post some pictures from soccer, and Megan has tagged me in a 7 things post. SO...I guess I will participate. More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-772378531113864571?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/772378531113864571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=772378531113864571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/772378531113864571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/772378531113864571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-promise-i-am-still-alive.html' title='I promise I am still alive...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-1725810072379310818</id><published>2008-09-04T20:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:53:48.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>More photography...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SMCEOoDfwXI/AAAAAAAAAqg/589WuZUiPS4/s1600-h/100_3942.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SMCDbJS9J2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/eKzYItfv5v0/s1600-h/100_3948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242334468634388322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SMCDbJS9J2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/eKzYItfv5v0/s320/100_3948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken awhile ago at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cades&lt;/span&gt; Cove. If you've never been there...GO! It's miles and miles of nature, and beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SMCC3YpwFYI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/8o5zFjdyTuc/s1600-h/100_3945.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242333023301578994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SMCCHBAwsPI/AAAAAAAAAqI/nkbaDNgZrO8/s320/100_3979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Another one taken awhile ago at Abram's Falls. I can still hear the water! So Peaceful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242332260660451234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SMCBan88l6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/b30edZOlcZo/s320/100_3976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love the way the green and blue colors bounce off each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242331031941644418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SMCATGnjgII/AAAAAAAAAp4/Wt5v8kaK28o/s320/100_4021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love this picture. This rock wall was in the backyard of a really old cabin. I couldn't help snapping is picture. Something about it was interesting. History mixed with nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8722905979837541356-1725810072379310818?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/1725810072379310818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=1725810072379310818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1725810072379310818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1725810072379310818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-photography.html' title='More photography...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SMCDbJS9J2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/eKzYItfv5v0/s72-c/100_3948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-9117850198174762608</id><published>2008-08-27T16:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:54:15.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Rain, Quizzes, and Fall...</title><content type='html'>Hello all. I'm in a reflective mood, and thought I would post. After tomorrow, I will have successfully survived my first two weeks of fall 08 semester. Classes are going well, but I must admit that last Friday, I felt like I had been in class for a month. I have quickly realized why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSU's&lt;/span&gt; biology program is one of the highest ranked in the state. Quizzes have become a daily, event in most classes. My first quiz of the semester came in the form of a zoo lab quiz. Zoology is my last 200 level required class for the degree...easy, right? Wrong. The micro-exam was 4 pages, with a practical section. All I can do is smile, and take it one day at a time. It's a good thing I like all this science stuff. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the RC girls soccer team had their season opener on Tuesday night against Bath Co. The final score was 7-0 RC! I was so proud of the girls. They have been working hard, and I know the season will be successful. (Last season the RC team only scored 8 goals the entire season.) I'm ready for the fall weather to begin. I want the trees to change, and the temperature to drop. It really gets me in the mood for sports! Well, I must run...I have to work, and need to take a quick nap! Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-9117850198174762608?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/9117850198174762608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=9117850198174762608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/9117850198174762608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/9117850198174762608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-quizzes-and-fall.html' title='Rain, Quizzes, and Fall...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-1746544020371668649</id><published>2008-08-17T19:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:54:28.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Teagan Andrew...my virtual child.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm taking a developmental psychology class, to fulfill one of the few gen ed requirements left for my undergrad degree. Classes begin tomorrow, so I thought I would get a jump on the setting up the various accounts my teacher requires for the online class. Well, to my great surprise, I am required to raise a virtual child. Yep, I'm a Mommy. My new son was born today, and is now 8 months old...I know I'm a super Mom-You don't have to tell me. He's not very cute, actually he's quite ugly. BUT...I still love the little booger. I'm sure my time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Teagan&lt;/span&gt; Andrew will be so much fun, and I will learn so very much about child rearing. (Hopefully you can sense my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saracasm&lt;/span&gt;!) Until then I must run...I think I hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Teagan&lt;/span&gt; crying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-1746544020371668649?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/1746544020371668649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=1746544020371668649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1746544020371668649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1746544020371668649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/08/teagan-andrewmy-virtual-child.html' title='Teagan Andrew...my virtual child.'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-2995425537604580083</id><published>2008-08-02T17:53:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:55:00.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soccer'/><title type='text'>Alumni Game 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SJTZxi8-zLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Bnd4SF10CzI/s1600-h/100B3930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230044512503385266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SJTZxi8-zLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Bnd4SF10CzI/s320/100B3930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;...Don't mess with this! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SJTZnvv2kiI/AAAAAAAAAlE/7wfXBXdN1Ow/s1600-h/100_3927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230044344139289122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SJTZnvv2kiI/AAAAAAAAAlE/7wfXBXdN1Ow/s320/100_3927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both teams after the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230044023690031778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SJTZVF-y8qI/AAAAAAAAAk8/LmY3snV4ovg/s320/100_3925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The "Oldies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230043721257195074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SJTZDfVMFkI/AAAAAAAAAk0/_o-MHObrZjE/s320/100_3924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pouty&lt;/span&gt; face? Random...we WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230043140102101282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SJTYhqXBGSI/AAAAAAAAAks/qeCvM7gKAV4/s320/100_3923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Alumni before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Alumni game this year was a blast! We won 4-2, and actually had enough players to form an entire team. The downside is that we played without subs. And when you're 25, and seriously outta shape, it's quite an accomplishment to be running for four 15 minutes quarters. Let alone defend, make plays, and score when you're playing gals half your age. BUT...it's tons of fun, and I'm sure I won't be walking for...well...probably a week! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-2995425537604580083?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/2995425537604580083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=2995425537604580083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2995425537604580083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2995425537604580083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/08/alumni-game-08.html' title='Alumni Game 08'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SJTZxi8-zLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Bnd4SF10CzI/s72-c/100B3930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-3622535171016692694</id><published>2008-07-09T23:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:55:13.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Lack of creativity...</title><content type='html'>So, I feel it's necessary to apologize to all my faithful readers...(I know who both of you are...) because I have had a lack of posting lately. My summer schedule is border line insanity, and I don't have much time for anything but school. To give you a taste a week...&lt;br /&gt;I spend 27 hours a week in class.&lt;br /&gt;Usually around 24-36 hours a week at work.&lt;br /&gt;8-10 hours studying in my "free time."&lt;br /&gt;10 hours a week driving to and from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashland&lt;/span&gt; for Chem class.&lt;br /&gt;AND a few hours with soccer...but that # will be going up now that dead period is ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I thought I would spare everyone the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt; thrill of learning about acid/base solutions, and osmotic pressure. (I'm taking Chem 112, and physiology Summer II). Sometimes I wonder why I did this to myself. I just hope I'm not socially retarded when it's all said and done. If you need me, I'll be in the library...sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-3622535171016692694?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/3622535171016692694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=3622535171016692694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/3622535171016692694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/3622535171016692694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/07/lack-of-creativity.html' title='Lack of creativity...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-6941741918551366354</id><published>2008-06-29T14:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:55:29.299-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Beach Photography...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGfRSpNu8eI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZPlrNpkBlWY/s1600-h/100_3806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217368811563315682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGfRSpNu8eI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZPlrNpkBlWY/s320/100_3806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't resist snapping this. The fact that nobody is in the pic is a miracle.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217368096857633010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGfQpCunsPI/AAAAAAAAAkM/w14x1xWenNw/s320/100_3830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217368507253465346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGfRA7knIQI/AAAAAAAAAkU/HxzeGV5RjuE/s320/100_3736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I could wake up to this every morning. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217367708053698178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGfQSaUidoI/AAAAAAAAAkE/sXf-I5-i-yo/s320/100_3805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These blue chairs have been at Coral Beach since we started going 17 yrs ago. I'm sure they've been changed out. But they are a staple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217367356721752450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGfP99geaYI/AAAAAAAAAj8/67aclJn6wOw/s320/100_3829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217367019889312466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGfPqWtXQtI/AAAAAAAAAj0/xrnO5D_KHRk/s320/100_3798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my last morning I got a bit creative, and started snapping pics. Here are a few for you to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-6941741918551366354?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/6941741918551366354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=6941741918551366354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6941741918551366354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6941741918551366354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/06/beach-photography.html' title='Beach Photography...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGfRSpNu8eI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZPlrNpkBlWY/s72-c/100_3806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-1302347557757242722</id><published>2008-06-29T13:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:56:28.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach vacay'/><title type='text'>Myrtle Beach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGfNdu3cpXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/bPn7v_SyQ64/s1600-h/100_3731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217364604012504434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGfNdu3cpXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/bPn7v_SyQ64/s320/100_3731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can never get tired of the beach. Relaxing by the water, feet in the sand, listening to the waves crashing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;. It makes you never want to return to normal life. We had such a great time this year at Myrtle Beach. I had originally planned on staying till Thursday, so that I could make it back before my first Chem 112 lab and lecture of Summer II. But, in the end, I stayed the entire week. Why not? It was just the first day of classes. I couldn't have missed too much, right? This was my 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; trip to SC, and I relived so many memories. A favorite was the time Kally and Megan and I sang "I love Rock n Roll!" Hopefully I will return to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;serenity&lt;/span&gt; of the ocean soon! The link will take you to all the photos from the vacay...&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kristennporter"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/kristennporter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-1302347557757242722?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/1302347557757242722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=1302347557757242722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1302347557757242722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1302347557757242722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/06/myrtle-beach.html' title='Myrtle Beach...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGfNdu3cpXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/bPn7v_SyQ64/s72-c/100_3731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-6963330356076785039</id><published>2008-06-29T12:41:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:56:10.671-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach vacay'/><title type='text'>USS North Carolina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGe-BW14Y5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/DJ9bR5KJ07s/s1600-h/100_3594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217347623852729234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGe-BW14Y5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/DJ9bR5KJ07s/s320/100_3594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My youngest brother Ryan, (10) is obsessed with all things WWII. He can rattle off just about any stat. And I'm confident that he can tell you in detail what happened during most of the battles right down to where each family member served. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gramp&lt;/span&gt; Keller went with us, and it turned out to be an emotional experience for him as a veteran. So, when the opportunity presented itself to take a tour of the USS North Carolina, we knew it was a must. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; amazed at how large the ship was. We were only able to tour 9 levels, and I honestly can't imagine how much larger it had to be. It was a floating city! Everything a person could ever need had a special place on this boat. I'm so thankful I got to experience it. And I'm also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; thankful for the amazing men and women serving our great country!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217363469408303570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGfMbsIuedI/AAAAAAAAAjg/t-IElTjrIGk/s320/100_3605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taking aim on the 16 in big guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217347293680672930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGe9uI2uoKI/AAAAAAAAANs/YTYtVOC3QLs/s320/100_3636.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ryan and I tried out the sleeping arrangements, which were surprisingly comfortable. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217348127551002034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGe-erQ6FbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LtQocdj12Ds/s320/100_3657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on deck...Dad is missing because he was snapping the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217482433377175986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGg4oTdJibI/AAAAAAAAAkk/c3xKaNJRqmA/s320/100_3666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I took this and wondered how many times it was used to aim the Chicago Piano gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You can see the rest of our photos, including the freaky operating room on the ship...&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kristennporter"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/kristennporter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-6963330356076785039?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/6963330356076785039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=6963330356076785039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6963330356076785039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6963330356076785039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/06/uss-north-carolina.html' title='USS North Carolina'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SGe-BW14Y5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/DJ9bR5KJ07s/s72-c/100_3594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7978363258939066470</id><published>2008-06-14T21:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:56:40.557-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Nicodemus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SFRzce9xGfI/AAAAAAAAANU/KE-xJLrhB-M/s1600-h/labradoodle-0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211917601960172018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SFRzce9xGfI/AAAAAAAAANU/KE-xJLrhB-M/s320/labradoodle-0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want a dog. I want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;labradoodle&lt;/span&gt;. The problem is...I don't have a lot of free time. With full time school, work, and coaching...I just don't know if I can commit to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;. Sure I could take a dog with me to the soccer fields, but I don't think MSU would like it if I brought my dog to school. I'm going to wait and see if I can find an apt close to campus, so I could frequently run home and spend time with Nicodemus. Yep...I've named a dog I don't have...Nicodemus is the perfect name for my future labradoodle. Maybe someday soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7978363258939066470?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7978363258939066470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7978363258939066470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7978363258939066470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7978363258939066470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/06/nicodemus.html' title='Nicodemus'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SFRzce9xGfI/AAAAAAAAANU/KE-xJLrhB-M/s72-c/labradoodle-0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-8273913402180689882</id><published>2008-06-06T11:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:56:53.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Madison the chemist dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SEldnq-Au0I/AAAAAAAAANE/PjZvrp_FvJw/s1600-h/100_3524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208797380161354562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SEldnq-Au0I/AAAAAAAAANE/PjZvrp_FvJw/s320/100_3524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I was this excited about chemistry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmwk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SEldQmyYE_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/hqcHvqiU4Sk/s1600-h/100_3521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208796983901819890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SEldQmyYE_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/hqcHvqiU4Sk/s320/100_3521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh now this is familiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I walked into my room today after breakfast, to find Madison asleep on my chemistry homework. I couldn't resist the temptation to snap a few pictures. She's so cute, even if she doesn't understand thermodynamics!&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/8722905979837541356-8273913402180689882?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/8273913402180689882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=8273913402180689882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8273913402180689882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8273913402180689882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/06/madison-chemist-dog.html' title='Madison the chemist dog!'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SEldnq-Au0I/AAAAAAAAANE/PjZvrp_FvJw/s72-c/100_3524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-736517834017827206</id><published>2008-06-06T11:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:57:12.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Josh's Graduation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SElbK-qcwfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HOzg1K0miaI/s1600-h/100_3506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208794688208552434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SElbK-qcwfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HOzg1K0miaI/s320/100_3506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josh striking a pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SElapmTNqvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JMcNbFkpaAE/s1600-h/100_3494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208794114732960498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SElapmTNqvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JMcNbFkpaAE/s320/100_3494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents with Josh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208795017385687266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SElbeI8ZOOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ifp-QiTKT04/s320/100_3482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SElaUgnJCeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/3y0RPYJ6KwE/s1600-h/100_3474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208793752428677602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SElaUgnJCeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/3y0RPYJ6KwE/s320/100_3474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with the grad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't believe that my little brother has graduated high school! I'm so proud of him. We had a fun time at his ceremony, aside from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oppressive&lt;/span&gt; heat that floated upwards towards our "peanut heaven" seats at the top of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ACC&lt;/span&gt;. Josh plans on attending college at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MSU&lt;/span&gt; with his big sister. It will be fun grabbing lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ADUC&lt;/span&gt; with him. And taking him to get books, and such. We are both definitely coffee drinkers, so I'll have to introduce him to all the good places to grab a coffee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-736517834017827206?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/736517834017827206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=736517834017827206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/736517834017827206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/736517834017827206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/06/joshs-graduation.html' title='Josh&apos;s Graduation...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SElbK-qcwfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HOzg1K0miaI/s72-c/100_3506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-5566692346857671634</id><published>2008-05-28T01:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:57:30.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>OUTLAWS AT LARGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SDzqgwVjRjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VCVimX03QCM/s1600-h/100_3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205293117785458226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SDzqgwVjRjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VCVimX03QCM/s320/100_3449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WANTED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Belle "The Biting Rose" Murphy, Hiram "The Outlaw Doc" Burke, and Annie "The Rattlesnake" Rooney are at large! Seen in this photo after the notorious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Morehead&lt;/span&gt; Bank robbery. They are not to be trusted! Notify the proper authorities if sighted, and claim your reward of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1000!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-5566692346857671634?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/5566692346857671634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=5566692346857671634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5566692346857671634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5566692346857671634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/05/outlaws-at-large.html' title='OUTLAWS AT LARGE!'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SDzqgwVjRjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VCVimX03QCM/s72-c/100_3449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-6196310100446378634</id><published>2008-05-28T01:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:57:43.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Kings Island...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SDznawVjRiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qH54wCsLxto/s1600-h/100_3438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205289716171359778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SDznawVjRiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qH54wCsLxto/s320/100_3438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun at Kings Island this weekend. Even though I got a bit motion sick after riding a few coasters, then spinning around like madness on a ride called 'The Monster,' and then riding the Vortex. I had to people watch for awhile to allow my 'sea-legs' to return. I was thankful that Robbie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Knievel&lt;/span&gt; was in the park, because there were all sorts of interesting people around to watch. Honestly, some were down-right frightening! But, I guess if you want to be a 40+ year old wearing a white tank top with no bra, that's your choice. ha. I'm thankful to have such fun friends! We mastered the art of the sideway's glance, when something interesting was to be seen. Memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-6196310100446378634?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/6196310100446378634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=6196310100446378634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6196310100446378634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6196310100446378634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/05/kings-island.html' title='Kings Island...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SDznawVjRiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qH54wCsLxto/s72-c/100_3438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-3457483251066386343</id><published>2008-05-28T00:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:58:09.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>God's amazing handiwork...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SDzlzgVjRhI/AAAAAAAAALw/DeGm3vpV_Y0/s1600-h/100_3441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205287942349866514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SDzlzgVjRhI/AAAAAAAAALw/DeGm3vpV_Y0/s320/100_3441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday, I was at Kings Island on top of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eiffel&lt;/span&gt; Tower and was so inspired by this sunset that I had to post this photo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separately&lt;/span&gt;. The small black dot towards the center of the photo was a hot air balloon. As I was standing there, I stopped and said a little prayer of thanks to my Heavenly Father. I was so thankful to be able to see something so beautiful. God is the ultimate artist!&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/8722905979837541356-3457483251066386343?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/3457483251066386343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=3457483251066386343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/3457483251066386343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/3457483251066386343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/05/gods-amazing-handiwork.html' title='God&apos;s amazing handiwork...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SDzlzgVjRhI/AAAAAAAAALw/DeGm3vpV_Y0/s72-c/100_3441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-1806484542003362542</id><published>2008-05-20T00:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:58:21.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Josh's Senior Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SDJW83uKQXI/AAAAAAAAALk/LaOFxtsQySU/s1600-h/100_3415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202316123316044146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SDJW83uKQXI/AAAAAAAAALk/LaOFxtsQySU/s320/100_3415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with the hunk...(this was after I worked a 12 hr shift...I was really tired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202315715294151010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SDJWlHuKQWI/AAAAAAAAALc/zHuJXas5oKU/s320/100_3417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mom and Dad with Josh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202315092523893058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SDJWA3uKQUI/AAAAAAAAALM/Qp-kkhNWJzs/s320/100_3419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Josh and his date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My little brother Josh had his senior prom on Saturday at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ADUC&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MSU's&lt;/span&gt; campus. Despite the fact that campus has changed a lot since I went to prom in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ADUC&lt;/span&gt;, it still brought back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; many memories. I can't believe that he's a senior! CRAZY! I still remember him running around in the sailor suit Mom used to make him wear when he was a toddler. I couldn't be more proud of him though. He's going to college at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MSU&lt;/span&gt;, to major in biology. (Following in his sister's footsteps.) When we went to pick out his tux, he allowed me to do the honors. I must say I have a way with men's clothing, because he looked hot! I teased him a bit about looking like Johnny Cash in all black, but all black is his thing and I wasn't going to change it. We had fun watching him walk in, and are all excited about his graduation in a few weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8722905979837541356-1806484542003362542?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/1806484542003362542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=1806484542003362542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1806484542003362542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1806484542003362542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/05/joshs-senior-prom.html' title='Josh&apos;s Senior Prom'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SDJW83uKQXI/AAAAAAAAALk/LaOFxtsQySU/s72-c/100_3415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-1401264244494505525</id><published>2008-05-17T07:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:58:33.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Stress!</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's taken me awhile to post anything. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of choas, and I'm glad it's behind me! First, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt; in Pittsburgh has been in critical condition, so I've spent the last 2 weekends in the Steel City with her at the hospital. She spent a week on a vent, but She is doing 100% better, and has recently been moved to a 'normal' room. The recovery will be long and tedious but she's a fighter, and she has my huge family to keep her motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals week was stressful without all the additional worry about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt;. I pulled a few almost-all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nighters&lt;/span&gt;, and it paid off. Now I get to enjoy my week and a half of summer break before summer classes begin. (They start on Wednesday the 21st! UGH!) I keep telling myself that it's going to be a good summer despite the fact that I'm taking quite a few classes, (5) and I have to drive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ashland&lt;/span&gt; everyday for my Chem classes. When gas climbed up to almost $4, I literally almost passed out. Who can afford that? In the end I get to reward myself by taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;biochem&lt;/span&gt; in the fall. Whoop...bio majors really know how to live it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided on a career move. This was a big decision, and lots of thought and prayer went into it. I've taken the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ER's&lt;/span&gt; unit secretary. I love working in registration, but I need the experience of working directly with the doctors. My new manager has been amazing, and has agreed to cross-train me as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pca&lt;/span&gt; which is a type of RN aid. Now when I'm sitting in my future medical school interview, and I'm asked why I want to be a doctor, I will be able to back it up with experience. I'm nervous about my new responsibility, but I love a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I guess that's all for now. Josh's senior prom is tonight, so I will probably post more tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-1401264244494505525?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/1401264244494505525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=1401264244494505525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1401264244494505525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1401264244494505525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/05/stress.html' title='Stress!'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7872577621601485661</id><published>2008-05-07T21:55:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:00:40.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>An antioxidant kind of day...a new kind of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SCJf8PiJjFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7jqkpzqcB5Y/s1600-h/xxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197822408505527378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SCJf8PiJjFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7jqkpzqcB5Y/s320/xxx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the midst of finals week, when the rest of campus is downing coffee (...and I've had my fair share as well...) I have noticed a fruity trend in my beverage choices. This afternoon as I was leaving for work, I grabbed one of my favorite vitamin waters...XXX &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acai&lt;/span&gt;-blueberry-pomegranate. I was first drawn to the whit on the bottle, phrases like..."made for the center of responsible hydration (aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;glaceau&lt;/span&gt;)." Now it's trendy to drink Smart Water, but I have to tell the world...I discovered it first! ha. Anyway-tonight on a break from work I ran to the Fuzzy Duck, and decided to try the pomegranate-blueberry smoothie. I now have a love for pomegranates and blueberries. Who would ever think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; addict, chocolate-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; Kristen would fall in love with pomegranates and blueberries. Maybe all those, "Let's go organic,"conversations I've been having in my mind are starting to pay off!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197822464340102242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="57" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SCJf_fiJjGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VAeLzT2BqW0/s320/images.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7872577621601485661?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7872577621601485661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7872577621601485661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7872577621601485661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7872577621601485661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/05/antioxidant-kind-of-daya-new-kind-of.html' title='An antioxidant kind of day...a new kind of love'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SCJf8PiJjFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7jqkpzqcB5Y/s72-c/xxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-728525978446929949</id><published>2008-04-29T23:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:00:51.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Embarrassing confession...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SBfkv13EZ2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/OVZHiIvO2N0/s1600-h/Miley%20Cyrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194872205758195554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SBfkv13EZ2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/OVZHiIvO2N0/s320/Miley%2520Cyrus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I need to get something off my mind. It's REALLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; to admit, but I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt; the 'See You Again' song by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;. It's great to sing along with, and I love the beat. Now that this truth is out...I'm sure everyone else is going to come out of the closet with similar tween music confessions. But it still doesn't ease my ego. Sigh..."I've got my sights set on you, and I'm ready to aim..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-728525978446929949?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/728525978446929949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=728525978446929949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/728525978446929949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/728525978446929949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/04/embarrassing-confession.html' title='Embarrassing confession...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SBfkv13EZ2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/OVZHiIvO2N0/s72-c/Miley%2520Cyrus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7531782992302837115</id><published>2008-04-20T21:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:01:01.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>What do you think...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SAvtS8ZjhOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/T1ri5Yg34OU/s1600-h/100_3271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191503905181369570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SAvtS8ZjhOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/T1ri5Yg34OU/s320/100_3271.JPG" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago, I had to make the yearly trip to the court house to renew my vehicle registration. On my way there I thought to myself..."Hum, I wonder if I could get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;license&lt;/span&gt; plate that said KRIS10?" I assumed that someone in the giant state of KY would already have KRIS10, and then I could dismiss the thought from my head. Well, it was my lucky day, and it was available. I laughed to myself, and thought sure, why not? Now I'm having mixed feelings. Regardless, it's mine until December at least. I didn't know they were called vanity tags...does this make me vain? What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7531782992302837115?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7531782992302837115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7531782992302837115' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7531782992302837115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7531782992302837115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think...?'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/SAvtS8ZjhOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/T1ri5Yg34OU/s72-c/100_3271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-2795554284492349956</id><published>2008-04-20T14:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:01:12.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Sunday Traditions...</title><content type='html'>As I was driving home this morning, I stopped at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt; to grab something to drink and to stretch my legs. I was still singing along with the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; that I got this weekend-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wavorly&lt;/span&gt;-and was pretty oblivious to everything around me. I walked in wearing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt; scrub pants, an old track t-shirt, and my faithful Columbia jacket, along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jcrew&lt;/span&gt; flip flops. I had no makeup on, and my hair was pulled into a knot on top of my head. I'm sure you are wondering why I'm telling all this in detail. After I walked in, I noticed that there were a lot of people having breakfast before they went to church. This was obvious because everyone in the restaurant was in church attire, except for me. I'm sure I was quite a site. I had gotten out of bed, and thrown my stuff in the car and took off. I wanted to make sure I had enough time to make it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Morehead&lt;/span&gt; for church. Even though I was dressed in clothes that are meant for sleeping or performing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt;, people were still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; friendly. I took a moment to appreciate the small Sunday traditions that many people do without thinking about. Having breakfast, going out to eat after services (or eating at home), smiling at someone you don't know, spending time with family, being more relaxed than the rest of the week, going for a Sunday drive (before gas prices shot through the roof!), etc. I guess that's why God made Sunday's special, because it's an entire day of worshiping Him, and spending time with the ones we love the most. I wanted to write a quick message about this, because it's something I'm sure we all take for granted. So kick back, relax and enjoy! Happy Sunday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-2795554284492349956?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/2795554284492349956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=2795554284492349956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2795554284492349956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2795554284492349956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-traditions.html' title='Sunday Traditions...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-5999961028069978712</id><published>2008-04-05T13:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:01:31.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Nicknames...</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why I have recently obtained so many nicknames, but I guess I have creative (slightly stupid) friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristeney&lt;br /&gt;Kris (I HATE this one)&lt;br /&gt;Porterlicious&lt;br /&gt;Port-a-Potty&lt;br /&gt;Porter house steak&lt;br /&gt;Kris 10&lt;br /&gt;TelePorter&lt;br /&gt;KKK Krazy Kool Kristen&lt;br /&gt;Special K&lt;br /&gt;KNP-Lysine Argine Proline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-5999961028069978712?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/5999961028069978712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=5999961028069978712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5999961028069978712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/5999961028069978712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/04/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-3317470851430185110</id><published>2008-03-26T02:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:01:43.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Kaden and Kenzie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-ntGXR-WbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4r__WbcFYoo/s1600-h/100_3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181933539850869170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-ntGXR-WbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4r__WbcFYoo/s320/100_3172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Kaden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-ns93R-WaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/32cQusthKGo/s1600-h/100_3171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181933393821981090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-ns93R-WaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/32cQusthKGo/s320/100_3171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kenzie (Kenzington)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-nsznR-WZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sQL1t6GsOxA/s1600-h/100_3170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181933217728321938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-nsznR-WZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sQL1t6GsOxA/s320/100_3170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After some thought, I have decided to adopt plants. This was a tough decision, because I lack experience in growing anything. BUT...these two plants spoke to me tonight as I strolled through Wal-Mart, so I decided to buy them. Naturally, I gave them names...the small one is Kenzie, and the bigger one is Kaden. Hopefully, the next few weeks go well as we adjust to life together. Kaden's instructions state that he enjoys lots of sunshine...so I'll have to remember to put him by the window. And Kenzie enjoys medium light...whatever that means. I still haven't decided if the fact that I'm posting this means that I'm a complete nerd, or just really, really bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8722905979837541356-3317470851430185110?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/3317470851430185110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=3317470851430185110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/3317470851430185110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/3317470851430185110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/03/kaden-and-kenzie.html' title='Kaden and Kenzie...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-ntGXR-WbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4r__WbcFYoo/s72-c/100_3172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-1721252956777184038</id><published>2008-03-24T22:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:01:55.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>13 things you don't know about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-ho9HR-WYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/D2Vp6SF5-AU/s1600-h/100_3047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181506770425502082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-ho9HR-WYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/D2Vp6SF5-AU/s320/100_3047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am procrastinating putting off studying for a lab exam...so here ya go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I love to do laundry...crazy I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I listen to music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; to loud on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want to have hearing problems in the future, I need to remember the 60% rule!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I love art! I love that art has the ability to be perceived in different ways. 10 people look at a work, and take 10 different things away from it. Favorite artists include, Picasso (named a cat after him), Monet, Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eyck&lt;/span&gt;, Ansel Adams, and many others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I can kick just about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anyone's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;butt on the medium level of Guitar Hero..&lt;br /&gt;5. I tend to have a lead foot. I drive fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I want to learn several new languages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I love to sing...it might not be on key, and I might be way off tune. But I never said I was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. When I'm really stressed, I will put my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; headphones in, turn up the music, and dance until the stress is gone. It works, but you have to lose all inhibition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I want to learn to play the harp...and the piano...and maybe the violin.&lt;br /&gt;10. I like to listen to teeny-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bopper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; music. Usually I'm a hard rocker...but sometimes a gal just need Hilary Duff, and Ashley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Wow...now I'm embarrassed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Nothing beats an amazing, knock your socks off, foot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;poppin&lt;/span&gt;' kiss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I love photography! I'm still learning, but I love to take pictures of just about everything! I've been amazed by cameras with removable lens since I was a kid. My Pappy Porter had an awesome camera that you could focus by moving the lens back and forth! I've wanted one ever since! I can still remember the clicking noise it made! Hopefully, I'll have one of my own soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I think it's kind of hot when some guys where eye liner. Okay, okay I'm not a total freak-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;zoid&lt;/span&gt;, but check out Jared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Leto&lt;/span&gt; in this pic...hello good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;! If you got it...flaunt it baby!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181938539192801778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-nxpXR-WfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VoILNagP0WY/s320/f_Jaredjaredlm_066e540.jpg" 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/8722905979837541356-1721252956777184038?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/1721252956777184038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=1721252956777184038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1721252956777184038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1721252956777184038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-things-you-dont-know-about-me.html' title='13 things you don&apos;t know about me...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-ho9HR-WYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/D2Vp6SF5-AU/s72-c/100_3047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-518001676336791076</id><published>2008-03-23T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:02:13.176-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Dr Kristen N. Porter at your service...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-cGh3R-WXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/k7K0J5lM0P8/s1600-h/100_3149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181117075157834098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-cGh3R-WXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/k7K0J5lM0P8/s320/100_3149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The doctor is in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-cDrXR-WWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4USi-Q-bYns/s1600-h/100_3142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181113939831708002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-cDrXR-WWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4USi-Q-bYns/s320/100_3142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad is smiling because it took 3 tries to get his IV in and they finally got it! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steeler&lt;/span&gt; hat never came off his head. That's dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-cDeHR-WVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/LWclbzB9J2U/s1600-h/100_3145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181113712198441298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-cDeHR-WVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/LWclbzB9J2U/s320/100_3145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was trying to listen to his heart, but a little secret...the GIANT stethoscope doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After we ate Easter dinner, Dad stood up and said "I think I'm getting a kidney stone." He's had so many that he knows the moment that it starts. After an hour or so, the pain continued to get worse, and he started feeling nauseated. Since I work at the hospital, and am comfortable with the ER, I decided to have a bit of fun with my "patient." No worries though, these pictures were taken after he had some pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's doing a lot better. Although a CT showed that he has 4 kidney stones. (2 in each kidney). His doc showed me his CT results, and seeing all of it, just makes me want to be a doctor even more! So incredible!&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/8722905979837541356-518001676336791076?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/518001676336791076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=518001676336791076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/518001676336791076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/518001676336791076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/03/dr-kristen-n-porter-at-your-service.html' title='Dr Kristen N. Porter at your service...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-cGh3R-WXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/k7K0J5lM0P8/s72-c/100_3149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-2181507761228005665</id><published>2008-03-23T13:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:02:25.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Egyptian men are the hottest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-aVXHR-WTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2jWivZP3-q4/s1600-h/200px-Yul_Brynner_in_The_Ten_Commandments_film_trailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180992645660301618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-aVXHR-WTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2jWivZP3-q4/s320/200px-Yul_Brynner_in_The_Ten_Commandments_film_trailer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A long standing Easter tradition in the Porter house is the yearly viewing of Cecile B. Demille's The Ten Commandments. For the record, I have always loved the story of Moses. He had such an amazing faith in God! BUT-this post is to admit that I have been harboring a crush, not on Moses, but on Ramses...aka Yul Brenner. Something about those eyes...and that bald head. GRRR! Definitely makes me want to be an Egyptian. As a young child, I had a huge interest in the culture of Ancient Egypt. We had a Discovery Kid's magazine at school about the Pharaoh's and Egypt, and I would take tracing paper, and trace the hieroglyphics. Pretending that I could write Egyptian. Flash for&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-aY03R-WUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qrZPreJSEKg/s1600-h/yul1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180996455296293186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-aY03R-WUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qrZPreJSEKg/s320/yul1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ward to today- I will watch anything about ancient Egypt that comes on tv. And have read quite a bit about about the culture, and beliefs. I guess it will always be an interest, and hopefully someday I can travel to Egypt and see all of it for myself! But, I gonna guess that there won't be anyone in Egypt quite as hot as the "orginal" Ramses Yul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-2181507761228005665?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/2181507761228005665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=2181507761228005665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2181507761228005665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2181507761228005665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/03/egyptian-men-are-hottest.html' title='Egyptian men are the hottest...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-aVXHR-WTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2jWivZP3-q4/s72-c/200px-Yul_Brynner_in_The_Ten_Commandments_film_trailer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-6803024594245830232</id><published>2008-03-20T23:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:02:59.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St Patrick&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Heavenly Brownies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-L7snR-WSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5akf8yJfUf4/s1600-h/OutrageousBrownieMix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179979265306679586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-L7snR-WSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5akf8yJfUf4/s320/OutrageousBrownieMix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so had to post a quick message about a brownie mix I bought the other day. I was out exploring&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and I came across a kitchen store. I was intrigued by the shiny pots and pans hanging in the window, but I never could have guessed what I found inside would be so life changing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my birthday, so I decided to splurge and buy the Outrageous Brownie Mix by Barefoot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Contessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. All I can say is if you get the opportunity to purchase this AMAZING mix DO IT! You won't be disappointed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-6803024594245830232?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/6803024594245830232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=6803024594245830232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6803024594245830232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6803024594245830232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/03/heavenly-brownies.html' title='Heavenly Brownies...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R-L7snR-WSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5akf8yJfUf4/s72-c/OutrageousBrownieMix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7417927649772270176</id><published>2008-03-20T21:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:03:18.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St Patrick&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>I'm 25!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R8rI9taiQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/SknvkXh4Efk/s1600-h/header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173168084476904306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R8rI9taiQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/SknvkXh4Efk/s320/header.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March is one of my favorite month's all year long! Not only is it my birthday month, but it's the beginning of spring! It almost seems like the entire world just wakes up, and comes to life.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I turned 25 a few days ago. I have to admit that having a birthday on St. Pat's Day is awesome. Everyone is in the party mood! This year, I spent my birthday with Ben and my family, shopping, and rocking out at an amazing concert!&lt;br /&gt;Ben took me to see Pillar, Building 429, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Waverly&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cincy&lt;/span&gt;. This was my third time seeing Pillar, and they get better each and every time I see them. They played a lot off the new album, 'For The Love of the Game,' and explained the meaning behind a lot of the songs. I think they will always be one of my favorite groups! Building 429 is climbing the charts though. I have two of their CD's and I recommend them to all. On Sunday, Ben and I went shopping in Columbus. He really knows how to spoil me! I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-birthday shopping spree. I bought an amazing Fossil purse, and watch. I have waited to find the perfect purse, and I found it on Sunday. It was like a light beaming down from heaven saying "Kristen's ideal purse!" Needless to say it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On St. Pat's Day I awoke at 6:30 am to multiple text messages from family. I was born at 6:47, and I think I had 5 messages from my aunts, uncle, and grandfather all before 7. Not to mention a voicemail from my Mom. She woke up at 4:30 am, and started thinking about all those years ago when she was in labor. When I first listened to the message I initially thought that something bad had happened...a message from Mom in the middle of the night usually means a bad thing. But, she was just being emotional, and retelling the story of my birth. I eventually went back to sleep around 8. And the rest of the day went well. I had my automatic car starter installed. I got it for Christmas, but it's finally been installed. I also explored downtown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chillicothe&lt;/span&gt; while I was waiting for my car to be finished. Then I came back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Morehead&lt;/span&gt;, and celebrated with my family. Birthday cake, balloons, and presents. Mom even bought a crown that said "Today's my special day." Naturally, I wore it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing, is that because my birthday was on Monday, I feel like the rest of the week should also be a celebration. So I've been celebrating residual birthday for the last 2 days. We are on spring break from school, so I've been sleeping a lot, and haven't had to work, so I haven't had a lot of responsibility. I think I've caught up for the last month of no sleep. And the break from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SCR&lt;/span&gt;, was definitely much needed. I was starting to become a grouch! Well, I guess that's all for now. Thanks to everyone who sent me birthday wishes! It means a lot to hear from friends and family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7417927649772270176?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7417927649772270176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7417927649772270176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7417927649772270176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7417927649772270176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-25.html' title='I&apos;m 25!'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R8rI9taiQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/SknvkXh4Efk/s72-c/header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7815400276320703124</id><published>2008-03-02T16:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:03:33.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerd'/><title type='text'>Why neuroscientists should never talk dirty...</title><content type='html'>The following is a title from The Journal of Neuroscience, August 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does the Neurochemically Diverse Intermedius Nucleus of the Medulla as a Source of Excitatory and Inhibitory Synaptic Input to the Nucleus Tractus Solitarii make you hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as clueless as you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7815400276320703124?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7815400276320703124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7815400276320703124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7815400276320703124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7815400276320703124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-neuroscientists-should-never-talk.html' title='Why neuroscientists should never talk dirty...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7740895776023057817</id><published>2008-02-11T01:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:03:45.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>This one is for Lauren!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, so this message is dedicated for Mrs. Lauren Wilson. I promised to post a picture from Kally's shower, but it was the worst picture ever taken of me, and I completely refuse to post it anywhere! So, I posted this one of the gang at Jennilyn's wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165600070554524290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R6_l5UkimoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gvWRpSFYNkA/s320/s164006490_30354702_3281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Larue-It was so amazing catching up with you! We must get together really soon! Movies? Dinner? Whatever! I don't want to lose contact with all my amazing friends! Can't wait to see your blog! I want to see some photos of you and your man! lol. Hope all is well! I appologize for the space of time inbetween blog's! Opps! LOVE YA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7740895776023057817?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7740895776023057817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7740895776023057817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7740895776023057817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7740895776023057817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-one-is-for-lauren.html' title='This one is for Lauren!'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R6_l5UkimoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gvWRpSFYNkA/s72-c/s164006490_30354702_3281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-7194779724869165184</id><published>2008-02-11T00:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:03:58.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Why can't I shake the shades?</title><content type='html'>The pre-glasses days...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R6_dbEkimeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q-XalA6K81c/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165590754770459106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R6_dbEkimeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q-XalA6K81c/s320/eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so I have recently begun an intense battle within myself. I went to the eye doc before Kally's wedding so I could finally get contacts. After wearing glasses for a few years, I was ready to be free from having to look at the world through my glasses. Thus began my internal struggle. I don't know how it happened, but somewhere along the line, my glasses have become a large part of me. Okay, so I don't think that a pair of glasses defines me as a person. But, I think I've grown so used to seeing myself in them, that I think of myself as always having them on. Usually, I don't sleep in them, but I have been known to fall asleep reading, and then in my sleepy stupor I will place them haphazardly next to me on my bed. Only to wake up in the morning panic-stricken that I'm laying on them. (Luckly, they've never been harmed.) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165591381835684354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R6_d_kkimgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lM3kAE-PR1k/s320/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But, my glasses have given me confidence when I needed it most. Maybe it's crazy to say, but when I started school again, I felt more comfortable in my glasses. It doesn't help that the few times I've worn contacts several people have asked me if I was tired. What is that all about? Do I really look that different? Talk about knockin a gal off her horse! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165591682483395090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R6_eREkimhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7FVDXElOjac/s320/heinz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I guess I'm just going to have to keep up the daily battle of glasses vs contacts. Right now the glasses are winning, but I'm thinking that my contacts will become more popular in summer, when I want to wear my cool RL shades. (See below...) Until then, hopefully people will be able to see my green eyes through my frames. St Patrick's Day is coming up, and I always joke that because it's my birthday God gave me green eyes so I would never get pinched for not wearing green on my day! (Usually, I do anyway...it's my favorite color) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165592000310975010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R6_ejkkimiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aHBWrC5VAs0/s320/glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-7194779724869165184?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/7194779724869165184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=7194779724869165184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7194779724869165184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/7194779724869165184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-cant-i-shake-shades.html' title='Why can&apos;t I shake the shades?'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R6_dbEkimeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q-XalA6K81c/s72-c/eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-6510281412521164014</id><published>2008-01-02T22:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:04:08.548-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Random questions, Random answers...</title><content type='html'>So, I got this forward today, and I thought I would post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago (1998)-&lt;br /&gt;1. I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sophomore&lt;/span&gt; in high school. (Dang, I'm old)&lt;br /&gt;2. I had just finished up my first year of soccer. (I wasn't very good)&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Crash' by Dave Matthew's was my FAVORITE song. (Thank goodness I grew out of that phase.)&lt;br /&gt;4. My hair was incredibly long and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;. (Once again...thank goodness I grew out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; phase. The nickname &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mufasa&lt;/span&gt; still haunts me. Darn that lion-like hair I was sporting.)&lt;br /&gt;5. I loved spending the night at Kally's house, so we could spy on Brett and Joseph. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list for today-&lt;br /&gt;1. Put away Christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to B-Dubs with Emily and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ammie&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for fun!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish my journal entry&lt;br /&gt;4. Clean and do laundry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy-&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2. Raisins&lt;br /&gt;3. Apples, Bananas, Peaches, really any type of fruit&lt;br /&gt;4. Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;5. Granola (Put it in yogurt or cereal and it's so good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire-&lt;br /&gt;1. Tithe 10 % to church&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay off all my bills, my family's bills, buy a few cars (Mom, Dad, Josh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gpa&lt;/span&gt; Porter and Keller, myself something that was good in the snow and rain)&lt;br /&gt;3. Donate to St. Jude, and other worth-while organizations. Finding cures for diseases, and helping children in under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;developed&lt;/span&gt; countries.&lt;br /&gt;4. Travel like it was my job. There wouldn't be anywhere I wouldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;5. Invest so that my children's children's children wouldn't have to worry about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of my bad habits-&lt;br /&gt;1. Procrastinating. (Enough said.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt;, then complaining/whining about not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. Piddling...I know everyone does it. But I can waste a lot of time doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived-&lt;br /&gt;1. New Cumberland, WV&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Weirton&lt;/span&gt;, WV&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Morehead&lt;/span&gt;, KY&lt;br /&gt;4. My 1st apt in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Morehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My new apt in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Morehead&lt;/span&gt; (not until April 08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I had-&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Work study&lt;/span&gt; office of retention and Honor's Leadership Residential College (I still have nightmares about stuffing envelopes)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt; (Only lasted a few months...didn't like it at all)&lt;br /&gt;3. Babysitter (Not bad, but tiring, and requires lots of patience.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Nanny (Had perks, like a "little sister," but folding some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; laundry and grocery shopping is weird.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Registration clerk (Current job...stable because there will always be sick people, but I have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tolerance&lt;/span&gt; for idiots.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things people don't know about me-&lt;br /&gt;1. I cried all the way through the movie 'P.S. I love You' (The water-works started 15 minutes in. And am harboring the desire to go to Ireland!)&lt;br /&gt;2. At first I felt guilty for crying during a movie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; so early in the story. But...if you've seen it you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to drive with the windows down and the music blasting.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have really odd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ocd&lt;/span&gt; tendencies, like playing with the corner of my favorite blue pillow, or hitting the top of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;light switch&lt;/span&gt; as I walk by it.&lt;br /&gt;5. If I'm excited or in a good mood, I sing loudly and 'tap dance' while I'm getting ready. (I personally blame my ipod. Kally and Kris can testify to this, when I didn't realize they were downstairs and I was putting on a "show." So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-6510281412521164014?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/6510281412521164014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=6510281412521164014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6510281412521164014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6510281412521164014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-questions-random-answers.html' title='Random questions, Random answers...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-2792462102891445822</id><published>2007-12-24T00:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:04:19.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>An Attempt at Christmas Cooking...</title><content type='html'>To help my Mother with the Christmas Eve dinner, I volunteered to make the bean salad. First, I must admit that this particular dish isn't a favorite of mine. It must be made the night before, so the beans have time to soak up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vinegar&lt;/span&gt; marinade. My first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; not long after I started. I had my Mom's recipe out, and was reading the directions, and adding all the ingredients like a pro. (Or so I thought). Then my Dad walked in, stopped for a minute while examining my bowl of beans, and said..."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, Kristen I think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lima&lt;/span&gt; beans have to be cooked." Of course the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lima&lt;/span&gt; beans were the first thing on the recipe, and I had added the green beans, wax beans, and kidney beans on top of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lima&lt;/span&gt; beans. Set back number 1-After about 30 minutes of picking through the other three, I isolated all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lima&lt;/span&gt; beans so I could cook them. I thought I had avoided &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;catastrophe&lt;/span&gt;. So, while the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lima&lt;/span&gt; beans were cooking, I thought I would whip up the marinade. Easy, right? No. Set back number 2-We didn't have the right type of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vinegar&lt;/span&gt;. After a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; of pleading, hugging, and begging my brother Josh to run to my Grandparents for the correct &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;vinegar&lt;/span&gt; I succeeded in making him feel sorry for me. While I waited for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;vinegar&lt;/span&gt;, I decided to cut the onions. Set back number 3-I had no prior experience with onions, but knew that they could make your eyes water. I thought I was safe with my glasses on. Wrong again. Half way through attempting to cut the onion in rings, I decided that the family would have to settle for half moon pieces instead of circles. At this point, I realized that not only were my cutting stills poor, but I was crying like a little child. The tears were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pouring&lt;/span&gt;, and my glasses were fogged from the steam from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lima&lt;/span&gt; beans. Eventually, I did manage to get all the ingredients together. After stirring it incessantly, and placing &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R29LjaFIFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/wYKE0Th630w/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147415970776093714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R29LjaFIFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/wYKE0Th630w/s320/thumbnail.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;, I took a look at the kitchen. It all began on clean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;counter tops&lt;/span&gt;, and with an empty sink. Two cutting boards, 5 bowls, countless spoons, two pans, and a knife lay around the kitchen haphazardly. As I did the dishes I thought, "So, this is real-life cooking." And I have come to a conclusion...the only reason that Martha Stewart makes things look easy, is because she can have as many out-takes as she needs. And she has a staff to clean everything up after her show. Everything on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; is fake. If you want to see real cooking, come on over. There might be more of what I'm cooking on the ceiling and wall than in the dish, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; a great experience. No out takes required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-2792462102891445822?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/2792462102891445822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=2792462102891445822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2792462102891445822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/2792462102891445822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2007/12/attempt-at-christmas-cooking.html' title='An Attempt at Christmas Cooking...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R29LjaFIFBI/AAAAAAAAADs/wYKE0Th630w/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-6064458747902191855</id><published>2007-12-14T00:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:04:35.497-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>I have elfed myself...</title><content type='html'>Well, I've given into the growing 'Elf Yourself' trend. I must say, that it's a pretty good dance. Probably one I would do myself in person. Hope everyone is having a great holiday season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1361076241"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1361076241&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-6064458747902191855?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/6064458747902191855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=6064458747902191855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6064458747902191855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6064458747902191855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-elfed-myself.html' title='I have elfed myself...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-8591677101718723598</id><published>2007-12-01T09:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:04:48.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>A bit of Christmas nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139007611969927602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" height="265" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R1FsMgl--bI/AAAAAAAAADc/d0FlT3X-LJI/s320/christmas_trees.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;Here it is again, one of my favorite times of the year. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt; I can't help but love everything about the season. The weather has turned cold, and hopefully there is snow on the ground. (Sadly, we don't get much snow in KY. I'd prefer a blizzard.) Everywhere you look there are lights and decorations. And oh how I love the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; music. All of it. But, I do have to admit that Santa Baby is my favorite to sing when I feel like dancing around. I love to talk to people about their &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;holiday traditions&lt;/span&gt;. Each family is unique, and all those traditions uniquely special. I know my family has a ton of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas traditions&lt;/span&gt;. Like for example, my fathers endless cookie making. It drives my Mom and I crazy, only because of a weakness to walk into the kitchen and grab a few. And our yearly trip to the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;farm&lt;/span&gt; to buy the 'perfect' tree. We all pile into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Durango&lt;/span&gt; (our eight horse powered open sleigh...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) along with Madison our m&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;altese&lt;/span&gt;, and listen to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas music&lt;/span&gt;. My favorite tree trip was when I was in middle school. My family recalls this story as the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Christmas Tree from you know where.'&lt;/span&gt; We arrived at the tree farm and it was like a movie. There standing in the middle of the field was the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PERFECT tree.&lt;/span&gt; My Dad swears there was a light beaming down from heaven, saying &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porter Family Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;We knew it was definitely ours. So, we bought it, and tied it to the car, and headed home. But in true Griswold style, Dad started to put the tree in the stand, and it just wouldn't stand up. After a few tries, he looked at the trunk, only to realize that it was insanely crooked. After a quick call to the tree farm, Dad packed up the tree, and we loaded up for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;round 2 of Christmas tree fun&lt;/span&gt;. Half way to the tree farm the tree fell from the top of the car, and was run over by a semi, and a couple cars. Dad did manage to get the tree tied back to the car, and by the the time we made it back to the farm the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tree was needle less&lt;/span&gt;, all that was left was the crooked trunk. Everyone laughed, and did find another tree, this time with a straight trunk. But, this bit of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas nostalgia&lt;/span&gt; is relived each year on our trip to the tree farm. &lt;p&gt;But, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;most importantly Christmas is a celebration of Christ's entrance into the world&lt;/span&gt;. How amazing to have a Heavenly Father that came into the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;world to die for our sins&lt;/span&gt;! It gives me chills when I think about that kind of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. Amazing! I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; grateful to have a close, personal relationship with Him. It's a life changing experience that I hope everyone I come in contact with will have with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;. And during this season of shopping, and trying to find the perfect gift. I hope we all remember that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the perfect gift was given to EVERYONE in Christ Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all those Christmas's ago! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-8591677101718723598?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/8591677101718723598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=8591677101718723598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8591677101718723598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/8591677101718723598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2007/12/bit-of-christmas-nostalgia.html' title='A bit of Christmas nostalgia'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R1FsMgl--bI/AAAAAAAAADc/d0FlT3X-LJI/s72-c/christmas_trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-613092449364464481</id><published>2007-11-23T19:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:05:03.561-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>YouTube - Best Wedding First Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=gbvWdVj4vGU"&gt;YouTube - Best Wedding First Dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic...this made me laugh the entire way through. Definitely something that should be done at every wedding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-613092449364464481?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/613092449364464481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=613092449364464481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/613092449364464481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/613092449364464481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2007/11/youtube-best-wedding-first-dance.html' title='YouTube - Best Wedding First Dance'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-4917864371629969803</id><published>2007-11-23T18:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:05:18.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>The turkey that almost died...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R0dlPKze5RI/AAAAAAAAADU/I1BYvHc4Puw/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136185211312071954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R0dlPKze5RI/AAAAAAAAADU/I1BYvHc4Puw/s320/turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So on the night before Thanksgiving I was driving out to my parents house to spend the night. My Mom has this crazy rule that all her children have to wake up on Thanksgiving morning smelling turkey. So, it was late, and I was tired from the long day. As I was pulling into our driveway, I noticed what I thought was a sack of trash laying in the middle of the driveway. I drove out around "the trash" and started to roll my window down when all of a sudden I was looking into the eyes of a HUGE turkey. Obviously he was taking a rest from being a fugitive turkey attempting to evade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt; death of being a main course at dinner the next day. But, little did he know that I almost flattened him with my car. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; amused as I watched the little guy scramble away across my grandparents yard. It was to good story to pass up for a blog entry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-4917864371629969803?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/4917864371629969803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=4917864371629969803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/4917864371629969803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/4917864371629969803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2007/11/turkey-that-almost-died.html' title='The turkey that almost died...'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/R0dlPKze5RI/AAAAAAAAADU/I1BYvHc4Puw/s72-c/turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-1193909968345178779</id><published>2007-11-18T00:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:05:32.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Life'/><title type='text'>Sleep. A precious thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Rz_TSKze5OI/AAAAAAAAACk/kRXX20JZUI0/s1600-h/100_2987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134054409317049570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Rz_TSKze5OI/AAAAAAAAACk/kRXX20JZUI0/s320/100_2987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems absurd to dedicate an entire post to sleeping, but it seems that I don't get enough of it anymore, and I'm starting to miss it. Long hours at work, paired with the hours spent late into the night studying have caused a serious lack of Zzzz's. Sometimes I wonder whether I need as much as my body tells me that I need. But then I realized that if I require 8 hours, why fight it? Snuggling up in my warm flannel sheets, with my favorite blue pillow (shown in this picture), sounds extremly inviting on these cold winter days. I find that my dreams are always strange. And sometimes I wake up wondering if my dream really happened. Hopefully with finals approaching and Christmas break near, I will be able to catch up on some snooze time soon. But, then again I might be out walking in the snow with my dream guy. After all, if I'm going to stay up...it better be as good as my dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-1193909968345178779?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/1193909968345178779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=1193909968345178779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1193909968345178779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/1193909968345178779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2007/11/sleep-precious-thing.html' title='Sleep. A precious thing.'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Rz_TSKze5OI/AAAAAAAAACk/kRXX20JZUI0/s72-c/100_2987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722905979837541356.post-6041222329516431419</id><published>2007-11-11T15:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:05:45.089-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><title type='text'>Obsession? No way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Rzfs4DAQw_I/AAAAAAAAABc/nYgwFwTWoIs/s1600-h/kristen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131830748035204082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Rzfs4DAQw_I/AAAAAAAAABc/nYgwFwTWoIs/s320/kristen1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/RzfsyTAQw-I/AAAAAAAAABU/OpFFiGKIk-0/s1600-h/kristen4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131830649250956258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/RzfsyTAQw-I/AAAAAAAAABU/OpFFiGKIk-0/s320/kristen4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've had quite a few people tell me that I have an obsession with the Pittsburgh Steelers. Depending on my mood I will simply agree, laugh and tell them that I inherited it from my insane family, or point to each arm and tell which bleeds black and which bleeds gold. I can't really explain the phenomena that has taken over most of my free time on Sunday afternoons. Growing up in an area where it's common to know more about the condition of the QB's health than your own, affects you on a deep level. Not to mention my father's delusion that I was a boy for the first 6 years of my life. Then Josh came along...THANK GOD! There are several photos of me in little boy Steeler clothes, but my mom saved me in most by fixing my hair in pigtails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The only way it can be explained, is that it's more like a BIG family. Even living 5 hours from God's Country, PA when you run into a fellow fan it's like being magically transported back to the Burgh. The dialect comes out, "Yunz guys see that play last week during the Stiller game?" And you find yourself rattling off stats to a complete stranger. I've also discovered a certain level of confidence when talking about my boys. For example, my main boss at work grew up in Cleveland. In the first few minutes after meeting her, I was telling her I had some Brown's toilet paper out in my car, just in case all that frustration from cheering for a pathetic team caught up with her and she needed a good cry. Luckily for me, she didn't realize I was being serious. &lt;/span&gt;I know I'll always be a Steeler fan. Even if they never win a game. Just don't be surprised when I jump up and start screaming at the television. Or ask to sit in the same seat I was in during the first half, because the team was playing better then. It's an act of faith for a good fan. Oh yeah, and all Burgher's know fans never wear sleeves under their jersey. Other than that come on over and enjoy the game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722905979837541356-6041222329516431419?l=contemplativekristen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/feeds/6041222329516431419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722905979837541356&amp;postID=6041222329516431419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6041222329516431419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722905979837541356/posts/default/6041222329516431419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplativekristen.blogspot.com/2007/11/obsession-no-way.html' title='Obsession? No way.'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12578394533549813817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RJyR5yjfCI/Tx53HdUTNNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/8B4Z_cBel1s/s220/263886_10100109623226149_17829141_43222556_2206566_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnO2IJSXjc4/Rzfs4DAQw_I/AAAAAAAAABc/nYgwFwTWoIs/s72-c/kristen1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
