<?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-13285584</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:42:25.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-*!kayla!*-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-400843235323226365</id><published>2007-02-06T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:56:51.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Still Kickin'</title><content type='html'>I like control, which would explain why I dont exactly like authority figures. I like driving and the sense of freedom I possess when I drive, I like the assumed control over the car. In hitting a snowdrift the other day I lost control over of the car, the car then took control over me, spinning me around and into a telephone pole, with at most a 12 inch diameter, only placed every (insert correct amount) feet apart, yet in most accidents the car is drawn to hit the pole rather then the large amount of space between the poles, weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I find it so interesting that a human's mind can block out what it dosen't want to think about, that when something unexpected happens in an instand that a person wouldn't remember what happen. I remember going around the corner, at about 25 mph, probably 500 feet ahead the snowdrifts began, I didnt look at the speed-o-meter, I don't think I hit the brakes, I remember moving the steering wheel and saying a few choice words over and over again, when I lost all control I thought I had obtained, I could see that the front drivers side door was headed toward a standing pole that has caused so many deaths, it so happened that I was going to be the victum of this pole, I remember jerking the wheel so hard to the right trying to prevent what I probably overexagerated as death, the window turned white (more like the color of snow after the snow plow went by on a sanded road, whatever color you choose to call it) the white prevented me from seeing where I was headed and if my body was going to be taken victum of this pole, when everything stopped, finally, the pole wasnt beside me, but it was three feet behind me, where it hit between the back seat window and the back window, not breaking any glass and not breaking me. After I came out of my fog a truck drove upon the scene, a was crying my eyes out, poor old guy was like "um, are you, like okay?" I assured him that I was fine, my car would probably need surgery, this particular part of that day is kind of amusing to look back on, the guy didnt know what to say, and I wasn't all too helpful, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;The snow plow went by five minutes later (perfect timing, huh?) Eight to ten people stopped to see if I was okay, this, in a sense shows the charm of The County, the charm that I hope my children can grow up and be a part of. In first response we assumed the car was totaled, as for an old car, however, after two and half hours, my dad was able to get the metal frame off of the side of the tire, making the good ole wagon once again driveable. Scared? Yes, out of my brains, but everything worked out so perfectly (as far as the situation can go) We have one less usable door, a large dent, a lack of paint; as the commercial would say, new body work and a new paint job. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-400843235323226365?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/400843235323226365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=400843235323226365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/400843235323226365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/400843235323226365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-still-kickin.html' title='It&apos;s Still Kickin&apos;'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-116883916546667766</id><published>2007-01-14T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:32:45.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was able to go snowboarding for the first time this season yesterday. My arms and legs are sore, but this is just what i was hoping for!:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-116883916546667766?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/116883916546667766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=116883916546667766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/116883916546667766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/116883916546667766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-able-to-go-snowboarding-for.html' title=''/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-116778263346654191</id><published>2007-01-02T17:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:03:54.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Little Things</title><content type='html'>Often I find myself in the midst of shuffle conforming to what is seemingly right amongst the crowd. It's usually the little things that snaps us out of this materialistic haze, I guess. The other day I was going into town a little later then I was supposed to, conveniently enough, i left my camera at home, in turning around I got myself stuck on this 6 inch square of ice, it seemed so pathetic that I wasnt able to get myself off of this little woods road because of this small portion of ice, i got frustrated and tears came to my eyes. It may have been the weirdest moment i've experienced in all my life, I got so angry and refused to call my mother to ask her to come help me, if I didnt do this on my own I was weak, pathetic. After about ten minutes I stopped, and screamed 'Jesus' I myself was held back by this and proceeded to cry, after a couple minutes I realized how silly it was for me to be sitting here alone with help such a short distance away. I inhaled and exhaled slowly a couple times and called my mom, she said shed be right there and all that good stuff, I prayed a breif prayer. out of despiration? maybe. I put the car in drive and allowed it to roll forward, as I tapped the gas lightly I got out so easily. I had to cry out for help in order to get out of this situation, it was a situation that I, myself have yet to learn how to deal with. Grace, maybe? I got out and got to town just on time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-116778263346654191?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/116778263346654191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=116778263346654191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/116778263346654191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/116778263346654191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-little-things_02.html' title='It&apos;s the Little Things'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-116572971756656768</id><published>2006-12-09T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T08:46:13.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thats how it goes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I hadn't met this one person, no one person in particular, but there are so many people that influence me, teach me things, even if i dont hang out with them, like them..hate them. They've affected me, shown me not to do something, shown me that this action is a good one, and this one is bad...I'm molded by the teachings of those around me. No matter how long ago something was I remember what people do, have done, how they made me feel, how others react..my uncle used to play 'this little piggy' with me all the time, he would joke with me, he was awesome. I often find myself playin 'this little piggy' with my neice because its something i can't ever forget and it makes her giggle the same way it did me. Some of my friends taught me its better to be independent then always rely on other people; people will fail you...Just a thought. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-116572971756656768?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/116572971756656768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=116572971756656768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/116572971756656768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/116572971756656768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/12/thats-how-it-goes.html' title='thats how it goes'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-115966881124178902</id><published>2006-09-30T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:13:31.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>five years later..</title><content type='html'>After September 11th, 2001 so many families in America became united, so many people realize how much they have, families became united to other families, the United States became united as a whole; Why does something terrible have to happen for people to realize the world isnt perfect, to realize that they need the family members they havnt talked to in six years. But thats the way it all seems to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-115966881124178902?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/115966881124178902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=115966881124178902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/115966881124178902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/115966881124178902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/09/five-years-later.html' title='five years later..'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-115895438574085541</id><published>2006-09-22T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:46:25.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh..</title><content type='html'>I love when the leaves change colors, it's my favorite time of year (besides when i can snowboard of course). I often complain about where I'm living, how I'm living and a bunch of junk, but in all reality when I think about it, I know i've been blessed x like 5643541354321, I have the ability to go outside and run for miles and I wouldn't be trespassing, i can look out my window &amp;amp; see blue skies and multicolored trees. I'm surrounded by family at all times (no joke) My family isn't living in poverty, i don't live in a third world country, i have food to eat, clothes to wear, people that love me, yet at times i get angry at God for taking soemthing so little away, doesn't seem to make much sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-115895438574085541?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/115895438574085541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=115895438574085541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/115895438574085541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/115895438574085541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/09/ohh.html' title='ohh..'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-115802331263411460</id><published>2006-09-11T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:49:55.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;     It's September 11th, 2006, or should I say 11 September 2006 or 9-11-06 (or the preferred 9/11/06) I'm tired, drainded, jobless, sinful and weak; just where God wants me. Summer has come and gone - it may or may not have been wasted. I'm not reassured to ponder the thought of whether or not I wasted two months of my life on materialistic worldly matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-115802331263411460?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/115802331263411460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=115802331263411460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/115802331263411460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/115802331263411460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-september-11th-2006-or-should-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-115146416276969474</id><published>2006-06-27T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:09:22.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Joys of Working</title><content type='html'>I don't were a sign around my neck indicating which religion i do or do not choose to follow; shouldn't my body language speak that for me? I don't speak words of the bible in public places, I don't go out of my way to tell someone of the amazing things God has done in my life and in the lives around me. I work in a public place, I'm not told to not share my religious beleifs, however along with many other jobs, it's not really something I'm trying to bring up in conversation as i'm ringing their various types of flowers through the computer.&lt;br /&gt;     As far as flowers go, this time marks an end, there are few people that come in to buy flowers so it becomes a bit easier to remember customers that have been walking by. One guy stuck out to me, he was wearing nice clothes (not ripped or stained) but nothing that I noticed to be name brand, he was talking on his cell phone the majority of the time he was there...I suppose I would say he came off as a bit stuck up. He finally hung up his cell phone and came to ask me a few questions. He was looking at a few damaged items and said he didn't want them unless he got them at a discounted price(no biggie i suppose.) I took a few dollars off the item, he proceeded to talk to another employee in which he tried to get another bargin on an item...he succeeded, when he came to pay i mentioned the bargin he got. He stood quietly for a moment and proceeded to say a bible verse about asking and recieving (yes, this slightly appeared to be stuck up guy mentioned the bible:O) I thought that was out of the ordinary, he continued to say he was involved in Christian ministries and the passion he had for what he did. Due to the lack of buisness we had at the time we talked for a few minutes about it, then he asked if I was a believer and i anwsered yes and he rejoiced in that. This middle aged guy a couple hours away from home said to me in the nicest way possible that I have a light and i should let it shine, don't hide it behind a bush (the song). He didnt know me, nor me him; we'll probably never see each other again, yet he gave me wisdom that I may carry with me throughout the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This story probably seems very minute to all of you; but hey, i though it was cool:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-115146416276969474?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/115146416276969474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=115146416276969474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/115146416276969474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/115146416276969474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-joys-of-working.html' title='Oh the Joys of Working'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-115146187061778800</id><published>2006-06-27T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:31:10.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoons are so over rated</title><content type='html'>"I don't like shows; just Oprah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Kaleb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-115146187061778800?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/115146187061778800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=115146187061778800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/115146187061778800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/115146187061778800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/06/cartoons-are-so-over-rated.html' title='Cartoons are so over rated'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-114858794901975021</id><published>2006-05-25T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:12:29.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.firstchoicerealestate.com/detail.asp?item=12943"&gt;http://www.firstchoicerealestate.com/detail.asp?item=12943&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's official..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-114858794901975021?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/114858794901975021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=114858794901975021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114858794901975021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114858794901975021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-114660389684051966</id><published>2006-05-02T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:04:56.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So let me get this straight...</title><content type='html'>Kaleb talking to my mom on the phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Kaleb: Grammy, are you my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; grandmother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Mom: Yes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Kaleb: Okay. Did you know that my mom (emphasized) is your (emphasized) daughter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-114660389684051966?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/114660389684051966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=114660389684051966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114660389684051966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114660389684051966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-let-me-get-this-straight.html' title='So let me get this straight...'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-114567744609507178</id><published>2006-04-21T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:02:12.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I've learned a lot(or a little) over vacation. Since I'm not so great at explaining myself, I think I'll make a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.)&lt;/strong&gt;I'm around Christians a lot, I havn't been around them so much (at all) this week and I've noticed a change. I was sick previous to the chior leaving and I missed church last Sunday, so it's been like a week and a half since i've been around "christian people." I'm not going out to have sex or get drunk tonight, but I could, and my "christian friends" probably wouldn't find out. As important as they are to me, they shouldn't matter when it comes to choosing which choices are good and which are bad, God's &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; watching. I don't think I'm alone in this state of mind, but I don't know how to escape this state of mind, but pray...pray....pray, and read the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B.)&lt;/strong&gt;I'm an ESFP as of 11:30 pm on April 21, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.)&lt;/strong&gt;I really hate vacations...they add time on to the end of the school year. When I get to get out of school for a week it makes me realize how much I hate school and how much I would rather be at home...but then again - I don't run the school system&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.)&lt;/strong&gt;I'm glad I have more then five friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E.)&lt;/strong&gt;I love my neice and nephew more then anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F.)&lt;/strong&gt;An online quiz tells me I'm most likely OCD...(and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is more reliable then online quizzes;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-114567744609507178?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/114567744609507178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=114567744609507178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114567744609507178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114567744609507178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-vacation.html' title='April Vacation'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-114411383823049219</id><published>2006-04-03T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:23:58.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christianity VS. Blue Jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;There are people in the world that know the bible through ang through, however they don't fully &lt;em&gt;understand&lt;/em&gt; what everything means, they take it out of context. Most athiests I know, know a lot about the bible, they know about what Christ is said to have done in the bible but they feel as though it's all false? Many athiests will go out of their way to point out that they are indeed an athiest and explain all their reasoning as to why they are such. I don't fully understand why a person would persistantly want to say that they think Christians are dumb, that they think the bible is incorrect, if I went around saying "I don't agree with people wearing blue jeans and here are all the reasons why I don't believe in people wearing blue jeans.."I'd probably commonly get the evil eye and the *you're an idiot* look on a regular basis, how's this different?ugh...utterly confused/annoyed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-114411383823049219?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/114411383823049219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=114411383823049219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114411383823049219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114411383823049219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/04/christianity-vs-blue-jeans.html' title='Christianity VS. Blue Jeans'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-114383760480789117</id><published>2006-03-31T14:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T14:40:04.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;"The worst prision is a closed heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-sign outside mapelton baptist&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/13285584-114383760480789117?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/114383760480789117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=114383760480789117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114383760480789117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114383760480789117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/03/worst-prision-is-closed-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-114074545551737962</id><published>2006-02-23T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:44:15.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-114074545551737962?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/114074545551737962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=114074545551737962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114074545551737962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114074545551737962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-114074491779842157</id><published>2006-02-23T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:35:17.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yellow, Who are you?</title><content type='html'>Kayla, I have a present for you, JUST for you. It's the Power Rangers DVD, want me to go put it in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kaleb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this was when I was watchin tv, wasn't that nice of him, to get me such an awesome present:-):-p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-114074491779842157?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/114074491779842157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=114074491779842157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114074491779842157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114074491779842157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-yellow-who-are-you.html' title='I&apos;m Yellow, Who are you?'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-114037042410652192</id><published>2006-02-19T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:33:46.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/150/6480/50/DSCF0467.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/150/6480/200/DSCF0467.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so they're finally here:-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-114037042410652192?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/114037042410652192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=114037042410652192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114037042410652192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114037042410652192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-114037033926648710</id><published>2006-02-19T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:32:19.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/150/6480/50/DSCF0476.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/150/6480/200/DSCF0476.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We havn't exactly managed to get a picture of them together..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-114037033926648710?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/114037033926648710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=114037033926648710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114037033926648710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/114037033926648710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/02/we-havnt-exactly-managed-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113936658376196285</id><published>2006-02-07T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:43:04.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/150/6480/50/the%20tab.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/150/6480/200/the%20tab.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and it still stands&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113936658376196285?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113936658376196285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113936658376196285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113936658376196285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113936658376196285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113927890284622506</id><published>2006-02-06T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T20:21:42.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That Dr. Phil Guy; He's so Nice...</title><content type='html'>The Lively Center of Attention&lt;br /&gt;Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychcentral.com/personquiz.htm"&gt;http://psychcentral.com/personquiz.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113927890284622506?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113927890284622506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113927890284622506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113927890284622506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113927890284622506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/02/that-dr-phil-guy-hes-so-nice.html' title='That Dr. Phil Guy; He&apos;s so Nice...'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113918869570235662</id><published>2006-02-05T19:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T19:18:15.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Our Saviors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;[1] Kneel on the ground and pray to the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;But will he hear your prayers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Will hear your call,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;As you sit in the church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And the madman speaks...Listen with awe at the lies he'll preach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;[2] Only the mindless.. will listen and obeyWorldwide wars... are caused by this uproar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;[3] Pray.. to... rest... your conscience - for the sins youhave done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Where is your god now as you're dying alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Brutal wounds cut deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;No miracles to heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Watch your life now fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;He's not there to help you die...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;[4] Raised upon repulsive lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;From the time we were born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Driven into heads, holy laws...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Cast into a circle of preaching vomit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;All decent holy people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Their conscience free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Massive neurosis and impending doom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And the holy power will be silent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;[Repeat verses 2, 3, 4]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;(don't know the name of the band..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Okay, well first of all , I'm utterly confused. Am I allowed to say I think that's stupid?Kayla=muy lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113918869570235662?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113918869570235662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113918869570235662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113918869570235662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113918869570235662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-confusion.html' title='Random Confusion'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113892482589130779</id><published>2006-02-02T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:00:25.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Noodle Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Did anyone watch Oprah tonight? They had some&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; interesting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thoughts on religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113892482589130779?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113892482589130779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113892482589130779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113892482589130779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113892482589130779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/02/chicken-noodle-soup.html' title='Chicken Noodle Soup'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113847204930520280</id><published>2006-01-28T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T12:14:09.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a Freak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I was looking up lyrics and I came across this lovely quiz that's called "are you a freak?" here are my results:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Need to be unique: You do not feel that you need to be very unique.&lt;br /&gt;Need to NOT conform: You like to be different than others around you.&lt;br /&gt;Willingness to express dissent: You tend to keep quiet when you don't agree with others.&lt;/div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I think it said I was a freak. What are you?:-D: &lt;a href="http://www.outofservice.com/freak/"&gt;http://www.outofservice.com/freak/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113847204930520280?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113847204930520280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113847204930520280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113847204930520280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113847204930520280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-you-freak.html' title='Are you a Freak?'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113832535968131395</id><published>2006-01-26T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:29:19.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I talked to Kaleb on the phone the other day and he talked about his new Woody movie, it was really weird to think that I hadn't seen him in like...some odd months and I still expect to hear him begging to watch Woody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I talked (to use the term loosly) to Kylie on the phone today, she merely said the word "dog" over and over again, but hey, w/e!..her voice has changed a lot, and she's walking, talking, woah! Amazing Blessings:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I was writting the date on my espanol paper this morning and it slapped me in the face that is was January 26th; to many of you that may mean absolutly nothing, but it's been two years since my great.....aunt died, she was old, yet she was one of the most amazing people I'd ever met, it doesn't feel like two years since she's died, a woman full of knowledge, I'll never forget all the times she talked about the generation gaps and what not, old people may possibly be the most blunt people, great memories to reflect on:-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113832535968131395?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113832535968131395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113832535968131395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113832535968131395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113832535968131395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/01/only-time.html' title='Only Time..'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113832460133882384</id><published>2006-01-26T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:16:41.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Bible</title><content type='html'>Someone gave me a one year bible last night, I quickly came to this conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I may possibly be quick to judge, especially when it comes to my awesome reading skills *big 'S' on my forehead for the slower ones* but, I don't think I could read (and understand) that much reading in one day. I may possibly be the only one that does like this, and feel like a total idiot after I post this, but a lot of times I can't read (and understand) more then a few verses at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;P.S: I choose the  NIV Bible, for those that are wondering:-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113832460133882384?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113832460133882384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113832460133882384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113832460133882384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113832460133882384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-year-bible.html' title='One Year Bible'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113807087592651916</id><published>2006-01-23T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:47:56.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Okay, I like to watch CSI, Cold Case, American Justice, City Confidential... A.K.A fake crime tv.  I've come to realize that the only reason i watch the shows is because i want to see &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; this crazy person has decided to take the life of another person. I've also come to realize that the people that do decide to kill someone are incredibly stupid....why would you leave your hair down while murdering someone? Why would they not wear gloves? Why wouldn't they think of a good alibly? Why wouldn't the memorize a story so they didnt have to make stuff up off the top of their heads. I wouldn't be a good murderer, I dont like to hurt other people, it's icky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113807087592651916?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113807087592651916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113807087592651916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113807087592651916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113807087592651916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/01/crime-tv.html' title='Crime TV'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113753120165717301</id><published>2006-01-17T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:53:21.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/150/6480/50/angels.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/150/6480/200/angels.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible to miss someone so much?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113753120165717301?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113753120165717301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113753120165717301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113753120165717301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113753120165717301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-is-it-possible-to-miss-someone-so.html' title=''/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113711718519735884</id><published>2006-01-12T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:53:05.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I respect that society views certain words to be wrong, but I don't understand how some words have become "bad words"  and other words that mean the same thing are okay; That the word gay could be transformed from meaning "happy" to describing a persons sexuality. I don't fully understand why drinking alcohol, doing drugs and having sex has become "a thing teens do." Why would anyone would allow their children to become alcoholics at 15, be in rehab by 20 *or dead on the side of the road.* It's all come to be so acceptable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113711718519735884?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113711718519735884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113711718519735884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113711718519735884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113711718519735884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/01/society.html' title='Society'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113694832047524516</id><published>2006-01-10T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:58:40.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I don't think people should waste their time "meeting the Barkers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113694832047524516?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113694832047524516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113694832047524516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113694832047524516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113694832047524516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113625797126421341</id><published>2006-01-02T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:12:51.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Vacation went by fast, I feel confident that school will go by slow. Over the past week I've gotten used to going to bed at one, but havn't been used to getting up at 6:30; tomorrow should be interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*It feels like there is a huge hole inside of me; I'm desperate for God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*Kaleb talked to my mom on the phone yesterday, to hear his voice made me want to hold him in my arms and tell him I love him over and over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*If I'm going to make a resolution on a certain day of every year, I'd rather make it on my birthday then on the first day of the new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*My camera broke on Saturday, I wanted to cry, however, I was able to switch it for a new one. (small blessings)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*How many more days 'til the memorial day retreat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*I saw Brandi Clark today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113625797126421341?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113625797126421341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113625797126421341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113625797126421341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113625797126421341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2006/01/january-2-2006.html' title='January 2, 2006'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113573575484321668</id><published>2005-12-27T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:09:14.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Christmas has come. Christmas has past. I wonder how many people celebrated Christmas that don't believe in Christ...I wonder how many people didn't go to church on Christmas because their day was too busy...I think the worst quote I herd on CHRISTMAS was "I can't believe you had to go to f'n chuch on christmas, you ruined the Christmas spirit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113573575484321668?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113573575484321668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113573575484321668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113573575484321668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113573575484321668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113504586842978001</id><published>2005-12-19T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:31:08.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of a Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Despite my many worries for my neice and nephew I'm so thankful for the way that &lt;em&gt;God &lt;/em&gt;has blessed them in this season. Although many may say that the company that sponsered Jen's family blessed them, I'd dare to diagree. Jen, Kaleb and Kylie recieved a thousand dollars worth of gifts and gift cards, how neat that &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;  would &lt;em&gt;choose &lt;/em&gt;to bless them during the Christmas season..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113504586842978001?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113504586842978001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113504586842978001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113504586842978001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113504586842978001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/12/lack-of-title.html' title='Lack of a Title'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113461766831750532</id><published>2005-12-14T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:34:28.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I have a common habbit of typing long posts about something I've been thinking about for weeks, then deleting them; I'm going to do my best not to delete my posts now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;My dad just finished nursing school-while he was still in school he spent several weeks learning about infant phycology; this may sound far more interesting to me then it does to you, but I've found myself to be quite intersted in it. When Kylie was up here, dad would often mention why she did certain things and what caused her to do them...blah, blah, blah....it's kinda cool considering infants can't talk, and anything that happens to them has to be interpreted*sp* where as a three or four year old will come straight out and tell you whats wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113461766831750532?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113461766831750532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113461766831750532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113461766831750532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113461766831750532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/12/yeh.html' title='Yeh'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113348859212701279</id><published>2005-12-01T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T19:56:32.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I was amazed to look up and see the sky blanketed with stars tonight. When I got home Ryan was standing by the steps staring up at the sky, I found that to be slightly weird (considering most people don't stand outside in the freezing cold staring at the sky) so I decided I'd look up too.  When I saw the stars I was amazed, and was reminded of a night that doesnt feel too long ago when Lydia and I stayed awake under the stars, amazed by the blessings surrounding us, praying &lt;em&gt;outloud&lt;/em&gt;, crying....anyway my point being, Ryan listened to us that night, and I can't help but think it made him think and possibly that he was thinking about that, like I was, when he saw the star covered sky; on this freezing cold night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113348859212701279?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113348859212701279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113348859212701279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113348859212701279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113348859212701279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/12/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113305759384167587</id><published>2005-11-26T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T20:13:13.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Dear God, surround me as I speak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;the bridges that I walk across are weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Frustrations fill the void that I can't solely bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Dear God, don't let me fall apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;you've held me close to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I have turned away and searched for answers I can't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;They say that I can move the mountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;And send them falling to the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;They say that I can walk on water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;If I would follow and believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;with faith like a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Sometimes, when I feel miles away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;and my eyes can't see your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I wonder if I've grown to lose the recklessness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I walked in light of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;[Little girl:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;"I've got joy like a fountain!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;"Be kind one to others"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;"In Jesus Christ Your son"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;They say that love can heal the broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;They say that hope can make you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;They say that faith can find a Savior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;If you would follow and believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;with faith like a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-Jars of Clay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113305759384167587?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113305759384167587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113305759384167587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113305759384167587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113305759384167587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/11/like-child.html' title='Like a Child'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113269725812109873</id><published>2005-11-22T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:07:38.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blind man</title><content type='html'>the blind man stood by the road and he cried,&lt;br /&gt;the blind man stood by the road and he cried,&lt;br /&gt;he cried oh, oh, oh,&lt;br /&gt;show me the way,&lt;br /&gt;show me the truth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;show me the light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;and the way to go home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*when it says blind man, is it being literal, or speaking of every person being blind?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113269725812109873?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113269725812109873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113269725812109873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113269725812109873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113269725812109873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/11/blind-man.html' title='The Blind man'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113269691787613177</id><published>2005-11-22T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:01:57.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113269691787613177?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113269691787613177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113269691787613177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113269691787613177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113269691787613177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113141361130074335</id><published>2005-11-07T19:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T19:33:31.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Has anyone else noticed that the moon looks larger tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113141361130074335?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113141361130074335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113141361130074335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113141361130074335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113141361130074335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113124589861284210</id><published>2005-11-05T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:58:18.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;CULT:&lt;/strong&gt;(dictionary.com)&lt;br /&gt;A religion or religious sect generally considered to be extremist or false, with its followers often living in an unconventional manner under the guidance of an authoritarian, charismatic leader.&lt;br /&gt;The followers of such a religion or sect.&lt;br /&gt;A system or community of religious worship and ritual.&lt;br /&gt;The formal means of expressing religious reverence; religious ceremony and ritual.&lt;br /&gt;A usually nonscientific method or regimen claimed by its originator to have exclusive or exceptional power in curing a particular disease.&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive, especially faddish, devotion to or veneration for a person, principle, or thing.&lt;br /&gt;The object of such devotion.&lt;br /&gt;An exclusive group of persons sharing an esoteric, usually artistic or intellectual interest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RELIGION:&lt;/strong&gt;(dictionary.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Belief in and reverence for a supernatural power or powers regarded as creator and governor of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;A personal or institutionalized system grounded in such belief and worship.&lt;br /&gt;The life or condition of a person in a religious order.&lt;br /&gt;A set of beliefs, values, and practices based on the teachings of a spiritual leader.&lt;br /&gt;A cause, principle, or activity pursued with zeal or conscientious devotion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113124589861284210?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113124589861284210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113124589861284210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113124589861284210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113124589861284210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/11/cultdictionary.html' title=''/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113035897280350694</id><published>2005-10-26T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:40:27.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Silly Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I forgot how much I was able to learn on my bus, things such as :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;1. Sexist Jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;2. Sex Comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;3. The social status of a 7 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;4. The Abc's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;5. The effective-ness of a quite scream vs. a loud scream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;6. How long a chicken lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;7. What girls are "sluts," "whores," and "druggies" at the middle school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;8. How many toes someone has lost by slamming them in a door ( I think it was only one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;9. How much a single cigerette costs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;10. What teachers are "mean" and fail everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I think I may have come to the conclusion that I don't really like riding the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113035897280350694?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113035897280350694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113035897280350694' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113035897280350694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113035897280350694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-silly-me.html' title='Oh, Silly Me'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113020778970835324</id><published>2005-10-24T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:38:00.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgetful You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I never minded calling You a King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;If that meant that I could count on You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;To give me everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I never thought to ask You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I always thought You knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;It was never my intention to question You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;You never minded calling me a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Well, I guess that's how I acted all the while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;But You live through every tantrum, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;You see through every lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Though they seem to be more common&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I just wanted You to know why oh why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Unforgetful You, unforgetful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Unforgetful You, so unforgetful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;You never minded giving us the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Then showing us how blind and unaware of You we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;You painted me a picture and showed me how to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Though I just won't behold itUnless it pertains to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-Jars of Clay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113020778970835324?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113020778970835324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113020778970835324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113020778970835324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113020778970835324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/10/unforgetful-you.html' title='Unforgetful You'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-113010824059422020</id><published>2005-10-23T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:57:20.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-National Breast Cancer Awareness Month&lt;/div&gt;*Back History Month&lt;br /&gt;-Fair Trade Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*Children's Health Month&lt;/div&gt;-Woman's History Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*Health Literacy Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-Clergy Appreciation Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*National Medical Librarians Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-Co-op Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*Partner Violence Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-Physical Abuse Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*National Mental Health Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-Child Abuse Awareness Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*Disaility Awareness Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-Pastor Appreciation Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*Computer Learning Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-Crime Prevention Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*Community Safety Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-Deaf Awareness Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*National Work and Family Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-Family Portrait Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*Health Litercy Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-Archaeology Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;..and many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-113010824059422020?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/113010824059422020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=113010824059422020' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113010824059422020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/113010824059422020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/10/october-is.html' title='October is...'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-112985862753480662</id><published>2005-10-20T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:37:07.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;"If a painting had a painter, and a building had a builder, doesn't it make sense that a creation has a creator."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;-Not sure who said it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-112985862753480662?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/112985862753480662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=112985862753480662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/112985862753480662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/112985862753480662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-painting-had-painter-and-building.html' title=''/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-112959395998779841</id><published>2005-10-17T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:05:59.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Rosalyn and I are working together in Biology class. We decided early on that we would choose the worms for our year long project because of course, they're easy to feed (garbage) easy to keep alive (give 'em water) and it just all came together so perfectly. Well, we gave them lots of food and water on Friday, in all confidence that they would be okay until Monday...Today we went in to check on them after school and the majority of them were dead!! Dead! The teacher said this had never happened before, so I'm not sure as to what we did wrong.:( Hopefully he'll allow us to switch to a different animal:-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-112959395998779841?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/112959395998779841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=112959395998779841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/112959395998779841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/112959395998779841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/10/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-112951411282953989</id><published>2005-10-16T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:55:12.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jeremiah 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-112951411282953989?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/112951411282953989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=112951411282953989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/112951411282953989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/112951411282953989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/10/jeremiah-7.html' title=''/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-112951253047818210</id><published>2005-10-16T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:28:50.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder Mystery</title><content type='html'>It was a cold, very cold, rainy day in Castle Hill, Maine. Three stupid teens decided to go on a walk and see how many areas were flooded around them. What they came across was much more then just flooded waters.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Each of the girls are 15 years old, Hayley has blonde hair and loves being hyper and ditzy, Chelsie has brown-ish hair and is a little more shy and introverted, Kayla has brown hair and falls somewhere inbetween the hyper/ditzy and shy/introvert.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Well Hayley, Chelsie and Kayla all decided to walk to "the Y," on the way there, they saw a random blue paint brush, road kill (unknown animal guts) and oil. The water at "the Y" was brown and sort of yucky, however the girls didn't think twice before they went down the steep muddy bank ( Hayley was wearing Kayla's shoes and didn't think twice before getting them muddy and dipping them in the stream).&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Well Chelsie decided that since the water was really high, we should go down the stream a little further, it's then that they spotted a teal trailer. Chelsie saw a licence plate and claimed it as her own, (it was from 1986) after they saw the teal trailer they then saw a wooden trailer. The girls found it very odd that there would be two trailers next to the  stream. After they observed the tailers they spotted something in the woods. It appeared as though there was a purse, air deodarizers, random green things, and a sand castle maker. The girls were quite interested by all of this and continued walking where they found a tire, a head light, the springs to an old chair, a bumber and lots of cold water.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The girls were searching frantically for a dead body, but were unsuccessful. If you have any information about the whereabout of this person, please contact me by leaving a comment on my blog;)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;THE END!!!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;(For a visual Story look at &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaykaylynnn"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaykaylynnn&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-112951253047818210?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/112951253047818210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=112951253047818210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/112951253047818210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/112951253047818210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/10/murder-mystery.html' title='Murder Mystery'/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13285584.post-112923550963330163</id><published>2005-10-13T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:31:49.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/150/6480/50/DSCF165911.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/150/6480/200/DSCF165911.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Flower..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13285584-112923550963330163?l=kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/feeds/112923550963330163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13285584&amp;postID=112923550963330163' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/112923550963330163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13285584/posts/default/112923550963330163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaykaylynnn.blogspot.com/2005/10/fall-flower.html' title=''/><author><name>-*!kayla!*-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01159260429932210712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
