tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65521914898299125872024-02-07T19:34:39.500-07:00Almost But Not ReallyHello everyone. I am a student at Utah State University studying to become a teacher one day. I love the outdoors, chewing gum, my family, people that make me laugh, and foods starting with the letter P.Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-34622546246697363552012-09-27T19:41:00.001-06:002012-09-27T19:41:48.843-06:00New BlogWell everyone. I have decided to create a new blog. I will not longer be using this one. Not that I wrote on it much anyways. So check it out at samandkaylaprusse.blogspot.com. I hope you enjoy it!Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-53621761632550304492012-06-10T23:14:00.000-06:002012-06-10T23:15:47.059-06:00The Final CountdownAccording to target.com there are only 13 days until Sam and I are getting married. I may or may not be using our online registry list as a countdown to the wedding. It feels like an eternity away and yet there is so much to do I feel like I am running out of time. Being engaged is strange. I don't like it. I would much rather be married.<br />
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In great news, Sam and I have an apartment now! We get to move into it in 5 days! That means I have 5 days to sort through all of my things and get rid of all my junk. That is the kind of thing that makes me think I am running out of time.<br />
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This past weekend my best friend Torrie threw me a shower and I loved it! It was so good to see all my old friends in one place. Most of us really never hang out or even see each other anymore because we have all gone our separate ways in life. But I love that we can all get together and talk and laugh just like before. It was really fun. So thanks to Torrie, Petrice, and Torrie's mom for putting that together.<br />
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Well there are less than two weeks until the big day. I can't wait for it to just come and happen so I can move on with the rest of my life with Sam. The invitations are out, the dress is ready, the decorations are planned, everything is coming along and now I just have to do the last finishing touches and wait just a little bit longer.<br />
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<span id="goog_139671464"></span><span id="goog_139671465"></span>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-81789267593184722132012-04-25T16:25:00.000-06:002012-04-25T16:25:22.128-06:00Happy Happy Happy Day.I just want to announce that I am done with student teaching!!!! Woo hoo for me! I could not be happier. After many tired days, tears, feelings of insanity, I am finally done. Even though I had a rough start I can honestly say that I still want to be a teacher and that I enjoyed having students. They really are the best part. Now I just hope that I can find a teaching job close by. This means that I am pretty much done with school! Happy 2nd degree to me!<br />
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I must say, life is pretty good right now. Sam and I had a wonderful weekend that started off with a free showing of the play South Pacific. The play was good, but I was so tired and had a headache the whole time that I didn't enjoy it as much as I could. Plus it was just pretty long.... Then on Saturday we made a delicious breakfast and headed to Salt Lake to see our friends Torrie and Matt finish the Salt Lake Marathon! They were so awesome. We barely saw them finish and actually had to run a few blocks ourselves to see them cross the finish line. I think it is so amazing that they did that together and I could not be prouder of them. Will Sam and I ever run a marathon together? Probably not, but maybe a half marathon.<br />
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As we were walking back to the car we took a little stroll in temple square because the flowers were so amazing! I just kept saying that to Sam, "these are amazing" and "this is so pretty!" And they really were. It was a beautiful day. Later we did a ton of wedding errands and then had a little dinner with the family. We met some of my family at a park and had a little mini game of frisbee. On Sunday we had a lovely time at church and then went out to see this little house that Sam's brother might buy. It was just a wonderful, warm, fun, and enjoyable weekend.<br />
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Finally, I have made an observation. Wedding planning is not as stressful as everyone makes it out to be. Maybe Sam is just so amazing and never complains about wedding stuff. And I have super helpful parents and future in-laws and siblings. Maybe it will get crazier, but so far everything has worked out, and I am actually enjoying it :)Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-59741632196752725882012-04-11T11:11:00.000-06:002012-04-11T11:11:35.995-06:00Yes, it is true. I am engaged.So here is the story of how Sam and I are finally engaged. If you ever wanted to know all about how Sam and I met and all the great things about him, well you have come to the right place because that is what I am about to tell you.<div><br />
</div><div>Sam and I met in the least likely of all places, a singles ward. I had been forced to move from my beloved Lakeside singles ward to a new one where I knew almost no one. A few bitter weeks went by as I sat alone in church until a handsome stranger caught my eye. He was unnaturally tall so that was really probably why, but as I saw him walk passed my I did think to myself, "he is probably one of the best looking boys in this ward, maybe life here won't be so bad after all." Well to my surprise that handsome stranger showed up to my regular Monday night frisbee games, and then again the next week. Finally after a few weeks of me noticing him, but never actually speaking to him he and his friend Ben finally introduced themselves to me at frisbee. And that is how it all began. Ben was a mutual friend of Sam's and my friend Becky. Becky and I schemed a little to find ways to get Ben to invite Sam to various events including a big BBQ I was throwing just before the 4th of July. Well Sam did come to my BBQ (he chose mine over another girl's) and that is what really started it all. After that we became real life friends.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Well after about a month of friendship and me guessing whether or not he would ever be more than a friend he finally asked me on a date. I had actually asked him on a date a few weeks earlier. He had said yes, and then couldn't because he got sick. I questioned whether or not he was lying just to get out of the date, but he really was sick, and we stayed friends. Sam took me to see an outdoor movie at the Capital, a very romantic choice for a first date. However, the date was not romantic, in fact it was border line awkward. But it was still fun. It did leave me wondering if there was any romance at all between us though. I thought maybe we were just destined to be friends. But then one Tuesday night after institute Sam and I decided to set up his hammock (he slept in a hammock his whole mission) at Rocket Park. I thought maybe he would hold my hand or something, but he just went for it and kissed me right then and there. His reasoning was that if he was going to sit in a hammock with a girl he was going to kiss her. Well I did not object. After that things moved pretty fast and we have been together ever since.</div><div><br />
</div><div>So when it came time to propose what did Sam do? Well on a Tuesday night he took my to Rocket Park and proposed to me in a hammock exactly 8 months since the first time we sat in a hammock. It was perfect. Sam is the man of my dreams. It was easy to fall in love with him because we fit together so well. He is so kind, gentle, sincere, smart, funny, nerdy, hardworking, talented, helpful, and loving. I can't wait for June 23 when we get to start the rest of our lives together! So let this be a lesson to you. Don't sit with a hammock with just anyone, because you may end of marrying, which in my case was the best decision of my life.</div><div><br />
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</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-81606923740799988092012-03-11T12:30:00.000-06:002012-03-11T12:30:33.233-06:00Tagged: A reason to blogWell I guess I have been tagged, which in the cyber world means I have to write a bunch of stuff about myself. I rarely make time for blogging but I have found myself with a little extra time, so here it goes:Game Rules:<br />
1. Post these rules.<br />
2. Post a photo of yourself and 11 random things.<br />
3. Answer the questions set for you in the original post.<br />
4. Create 11 new questions and tag people to answer them.<br />
5. Go to their blog/twitter and tell them you've tagged them.<br />
Here is a picture of me and Sam. It was pretty much the only one I have of me saved on this computer so there you go.<br />
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1. I can touch my nose with my tongue.<br />
2. I love having a pillow on my lap when I am sitting. For some reason I think holding something is really comfortable and so I usually always have a pillow, blanket, my coat, my purse, my backpack, anything on my lap.<br />
3. I hate it when it rains and is sunny at the same time, unless the result is an awesome rainbow or something.<br />
4. I love the taste of vanilla, but I hate the smell (like a scented candle), but I am addicted to my vanilla scented chapstick, which actually tastes like sugar cookies to me.<br />
5. I am totally addicted to chapstick and I panic when I don't have it. It will seriously ruin my whole day and I will frantically search for an alternative. One time I lost my chapstick walking home from school and on my next time walking home I searched the sidewalk for it. I found it in the grass and did I use it? You bet I did.<br />
6. I have a slightly webbed toe on my left foot, and no it does not make me a better swimmer.<br />
7. I really really really hate eating ice cream with a metal spoon, or any cold food item.<br />
8. I secretly wish I was an amazing singer and could play all kinds of instruments, when in reality I have pretty much zero musical talent. However, you will see me frequently belting things out in my car, especially Kelly Clarkson, Whitney Houston, and Mariah Carey.<br />
9. If I could I would drop everything in my life and move to an excluded cabin in the woods with a dog, some baking supplies, art supplies, a ton of books, and a garden. I would do it in a heart beat.<br />
10. I have always wanted to write a book, but I have no idea what it would be about.<br />
11. I probably know the lyrics to every single counting crows song as a result of my childhood.<br />
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11 Questions from Torrie:<br />
1. What is your dream job?<br />
I would love to be a great baker. One day I want to own a gourmet bakery and just brighten everyone's day with delicious foods. The best thing I think I can bake? Homemade chocolate chip cookies, it can only go up from their right?<br />
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2. What is the most recent book you have read, and what did you think of it?<br />
Besides high school history text books? Well the last book I read is called<i> Sarah's Key. </i>I thought it was a pretty good book but I didn't fall in love with it because I had a hard time relating to the main character. I thought I would really like it because it is about victims of the Holocaust but it just didn't reach out to me. But I thought it was well written and I would also like to see the movie that was based on the book.<br />
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3. What was the best concert you've ever been to?<br />
This is a difficult one, but I will just chose one really cool one. I was able to go to the Paul McCartney concert for free because of my friend Jenna. It was life changing. That is all.<br />
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4. Did you have a list of qualities growing up that you wanted in a future spouse? Did the list change, or did your significant other have all the qualities listed already?<br />
I'm not sure if I had one from when I was a child, but I did make one a few years ago. Then after a few significant events in my life I realized that having a list was not the important thing, but rather I needed to make sure that I had all the qualities I wanted in myself. So I guess you could say the list changed in a way. I am sure I made many lists during Young Womens lessons or activities. Does Sam meet all the requirements on my list? Well he is a little different than some of the things that I wanted but the qualities he does have are exceptional. I love that he is so kind, willing to learn anything, extremely helpful, he always listens to what I have to say even if it is totally crazy, a hard worker, smart, motivating, understanding, hilarious, fun, and yes he is a returned missionary and temple worthy (to satisfy the Young Women's list). And he can play the bass like a boss, so yeah, he meets the requirements of my list...<br />
5. Greek yogurt: yes or no?<br />
Yes, I love it, but only the really fattly kind :)<br />
6. Would you rather have the capacity to fly or read minds?<br />
I would rather read minds. I am always trying to figure people out and analyze things so that would be awesome. As long as I could turn it off when I didn't want to hear some people's thoughts.<br />
7. What reality t.v. show would you want to be a part of?<br />
Definitely the Amazing Race. I want to be on that show!<br />
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8. What is your go-to meal when you have to fix something up really quick? (share the recipe!)<br />
Well I pretty much love making homemade pizza, but Torrie you already have that recipe. So another thing I like to make is Chicken Enchiladas. Its just about 1/2 pound of cooked and cubed chicken (or canned chicken), 1/2 C of cheese, 1 can of cream of chicken soup, salt and pepper to taste, and about 3/4 C of milk. Mix it all together and spoon it into about 6 large tortillas, wrap and place in a 9x13 baking dish. Leave a little bit of the sauce mixture, add more milk and cheese, pour over the top and sprinkle more cheese over the top if desired :) (I always do). Bake for about 35 minutes at 350 degrees. It is super fast, easy, and delicious.<br />
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9. What is one of your life dreams that you see yourself accomplishing in the next year?<br />
Well this is the year of big changes in my life, but one big dream I guess is being totally done with school, which I will achieve this spring. I cannot wait to be done with school! I get so excited just thinking about it. When I am done I will have my second bachelors in secondary education (my first was in Political Science). I am not going to lie, I think it's pretty cool that I have gone to school for what I wanted and finished two degrees.<br />
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10. When have you been the most proud of yourself?<br />
One thing that made me really proud was when I was an SI instructor at Utah State and I got this e-mail about something one of my students had written about me. She had to write about a person who had helped her or someone she looked up to and she chose to write about me and how I had helped her in her class. I felt so happy that she would think of me and so glad that I had helped at least one person with my teaching. When I get depressed about student teaching I try to think of those great teaching moments I had as an SI and remind myself that it took me a long time to become a good SI leader, so I need to just stick with teaching and keep trying.<br />
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11. What kind thing has someone done for you this week?<br />
I feel like while I have been student teaching people are doing nice things for me all the time. I have to admit that this is a very selfish time of my life because I feel so stressed about getting everything I have to done. So here are a few things: My mom making dinner for me and Sam almost every night, Sam listening to me complain almost every night, Sam rubbing my shoulders seriously at leat 5 times a week, and my dad helping me fix my old broken down car all the time. I am surrounded by kind people.<br />
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Who am I tagging? Haley Higginson and Rachel Macrae<br />
My 11 Questions:<br />
1. If you could live anywhere in the world where would you live?<br />
2. What is the best story you have about living with roommates?<br />
3. If you could sing karaoke to any song, what would it be?<br />
4. What is the nicest thing someone could do for you?<br />
5. What is the nicest thing someone has ever done with you?<br />
6. When you decided to marry your significant, how did you know he was the one?<br />
7. Describe your perfect meal.<br />
8. Describe your perfect day, if you could do anything you wanted, with anyone you wanted.<br />
9. What is something you condsider a great achievement in your life?<br />
10. If you could have picked a different major, what would it have been?<br />
11. What is your best childhood memory?Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-91531696394232807802012-01-04T13:37:00.000-07:002012-01-04T13:37:42.417-07:00Goodbye 2011 Hello 2012<div style="text-align: center;">Is is strange that I am a little excited that the holidays are over? It must be a sign of me becoming a true adult. Christmas is fun but it is also very tiring and fattening. I am kind of happy to just be going back to normal life. Christmas this year was pretty good. It was a surprisingly busy day and I felt like I was going non-stop which I think comes from trying to not only fit in things with my own family but also trying to make sure I spend time with Sam's family too. Since it was so warm and sunny for December, Sam and I decided to go on a bike ride on the legacy trail on Christmas Eve. We made it to our stopping point and it was very romantic because Sam brought a blanket and hot chocolate for the end of the trail. That night we ate dinner with my Mom and Dad and then spent the rest of the night playing games with Sam's family. On Christmas I spent the morning with my parents and then I went to church with my Mom. I have decided that I really kind of like having Christmas on Sunday, I am not sure why but I do. Maybe it is because it helpes me remember the true spirit of Christmas even better. That night we went to my family's traditional Bethlemhem dinner and then spent the rest of the night playing games with Torrie and Matt. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas was pretty great and after a week of relaxation I then got to celebrate my birthday and New Years the next weekend. I am now 25 and I am not sure how I feel about it. I know 25 is not old but it kind of feels old, but I don't feel old at all. I am sure I will get used to it. My birthday was pretty good. I went to breakfast at Sill's Cafe with Sam and then had a big birthday dinner at Buca di Beppo with my whole family. I think my family might be getting a little big for eating out all together. It was fun and delicious but a little crazy. At the end of the night we decided to spend a quiet evening with just me, Sam, Torrie and Matt and played games until midnight. I was kind of happy to just have a quiet and relaxing night. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am excited for the new year. The number 12 is actually my lucky number and so I think this will be a lucky year. I also think it will be a year of change, but changes that I am excited for. However, 2011 was a pretty good year too. I have thought of all the things that happened last year that I feel are pretty good accomplishements or just cool things that have happened, here they are:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Finished my last semester of classes at USU</div><div style="text-align: center;">Drove across the country with Matt and Bethany</div><div style="text-align: center;">Saw Boston and Chicago</div><div style="text-align: center;">Worked my last summer at Bountiful City (kind of lame, but still an accomplishment)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Being told that I gave life changing advice</div><div style="text-align: center;">Moved home from Logan for good</div><div style="text-align: center;">Witnessed my first sealing at the temple which was for my two best friends</div><div style="text-align: center;">Met and fell in love with Sam</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So there you go. I would say those are the biggest things that happened in 2011. I think that 2012 has many big and exciting things in store for me. I will also have a lot of hard work to do (like student teaching) but I have a lot to look forward to. So here is to 2012, may you be magical.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-386893957491092662011-12-15T11:28:00.001-07:002011-12-15T11:28:22.327-07:00December is here, school is out, and I am about to turn 25.I have decided that the older I get the faster time goes. I cannot believe it is already December but I am more excited than ever because I feel like I have long anticipated this month. Why might you ask? Well let me tell you. First of all, Christmas is in December. I love Christmas and all of its magic, good food, family gatherings, and twinkling lights. I love it. This month also marks the official end of my having to take regular college classes. I am technically still in school but I am done with classes which is amazing! This December also means it is my birthday. This is a little bittersweet. I am not ashamed to admit that I love my birthday. However, this year I am turing 25. That is 1/4 of the way to 100! Sometimes I feel like I have been 17 forever and so to realize that I am now in my mid-twenties is just weird. But I will get over it. The final reason for why I am so excited for December is pretty cheesy but I don't care. I am excited because I don't have to long distance date anymore. I get to see Sam everyday if I want. It has been less than a week and it is already amazing. I feel like I have been waiting for that from the day I moved up to Logan and I made it! So yay for me.<br />
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In other news I have my student teaching placement! I feel like when I read the e-mail it was like opening a mission call, okay not exactly but that's what I felt like. I am student teaching at North Ridge High School. I am going to be teaching World Civ and U.S. History. I am super nervous but mostly excited. I can't wait to get started!<br />
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So I have to describe my wonderful last weekend in Logan. The only unfortunate thing is that I did not take one picture. Oh well. Sam came up on Friday and we just had a relaxing night and went to Torrie and Matt's and watched Harry Potter 7 part 2. On Saturday we drove to Brigham City to eat at Maddox. Sam has never been there and lets just say he was not dissappointed because it was delicious and it made me full for the rest of the day. After a nice little nap we headed up to Maple Grove hot springs with Torrie and Matt and soaked away all our troubles for about two hours, laughed at some crazy drunk people, and just had a good time. After we were so hungry that we decided to go eat at Angie's and of course I got my usual, the double decker combo with tater tots. On Sunday we had a wonderful time at church and again ate some delicious food (this is kind of a theme of the weekend). That night we played Nertz at our friend Katie and Spencer's apartment and we lost, but it was still fun. On Monday I took my very last final and Sam helped me move all my stuff. My wonderful roommate Emily was so nice and gave me this crazy snow hat and this really pretty journal. She is the best. After a very tired drive from Logan I am officially home. It was a pretty magical weekend and I can't wait for this magical Christmas break.Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-87674494668603170162011-11-21T22:14:00.000-07:002011-11-21T22:14:40.346-07:00Back to Blogging: An update on the life of Kayla Ruth Youngs<div style="text-align: center;">Well I have successfully gone an entire semester without blogging. To my defense I have written in another blog for school. I would give the link but it is very boring and there is not much worth reading. I feel like so much has happened since the summer and life has been a whirlwind of business. Since July I have started my last semester of classes at USU and I have been trying to not get drowned by all the things I have had to do to finish school and get ready for student teaching! Yes that's right, I am just one step away from being a real life teacher. I am super nervous about student teaching but I am so sick of school that I think I am ready. If everything works out I should be student teaching in Clearfield at a junior high. I am going to move home to save some money and I could not be more excited. I always like being close to my family. Well here are a few pictures of the last few months of life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I went to Boston with Matt to help Bethany drive home. I love having all of our family in Utah again. It was quite the experience to drive accross the country and I would maybe do it again but with more than 3 days to drive. But it was really fun to get to see Boston and Chicago and to do it with my big brother and sister. Thanks to Bethany for letting me have that experience and for matt for driving late into the night!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkrpe3SeLYvk73_jMLBRpfC34zrFOo5TZ2bk_I7E1vKL2cDG2WmNIGdbYqWyIP89yanTKTXh-yrPcmfoY9o5JqPFmP3xRVP_pnFY9hQd5g4zSpBa4QFkRnv6AXZ0ZvQa7yk7-23pv85H0/s1600/P9290154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkrpe3SeLYvk73_jMLBRpfC34zrFOo5TZ2bk_I7E1vKL2cDG2WmNIGdbYqWyIP89yanTKTXh-yrPcmfoY9o5JqPFmP3xRVP_pnFY9hQd5g4zSpBa4QFkRnv6AXZ0ZvQa7yk7-23pv85H0/s320/P9290154.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, my very good friend got married to her now husband, Richard. I was able to go to the sealing at the temple and it was beautiful. She looked beautiful and I would just like to say that I helped her pick out her dress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic0IOAUAiWv1-YhJXCLVsbR_k1M0AW4aFY6VhAfEtIbOEBRale3M_6NbW_aT_2tZgi5iWSidbLnUHRHcojB_WXPKsOcS22ZPNbnu5Gq0uqjB1bFfeTomWXvrlcYonj05dss_Co89tkk4I/s1600/PA080220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic0IOAUAiWv1-YhJXCLVsbR_k1M0AW4aFY6VhAfEtIbOEBRale3M_6NbW_aT_2tZgi5iWSidbLnUHRHcojB_WXPKsOcS22ZPNbnu5Gq0uqjB1bFfeTomWXvrlcYonj05dss_Co89tkk4I/s320/PA080220.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also went to Idaho to visit my grandparents and introduce them to the person that has been occupying my time the most lately, Sam. The visit was so much fun. We ate a lot of good food, played a few games of quiddler, Sam fed horses for the first in his life, we went on a romantic country bike ride and got chased by a crazy dog, and showed Sam of the sites of Twin Falls. The trip as a whole was wonderful and I think that my grandparents really liked Sam and he really liked them, but who wouldn't love George and Ruth Haney?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This past weekend we went to see one of my favorite artists Rachael Yamagata. I had made Sam listen to her before and he didn't really like her but he is so nice and agreed to come with me. To make it more fun for himself he decided to dress up like a soulful indie boy. In the end he just kind of looked like Where's Waldo. You know what though? He really liked the show. She played a lot of really great songs and is such a good live performer. After we went and got half priced sushi which was delicious. The whole night was wonderful and amazing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well blogger world and the two people who actually read this blog, until next time (which will hopefully be sooner than later).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-88146396308218668062011-08-25T22:26:00.001-06:002011-08-26T11:47:24.385-06:00Ready or Not<div style="text-align: center;">As usual summer has faded away faster than a three year old's ice cream cone in July. I move up to school on Saturday. Have I done any packing? No. But surprisingly I am pretty ready for school. By ready I mean I have bought my five-star notebook, pens, and even a few books. This summer has been great. It started off a little slow, but turned out to be a real winner. I guess I didn't do too many exciting things, but here are a few things that may be noteworthy. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I went to Idaho with my family to celebrate my Grandpa's 90th birthday. It was great, a little chaotic, but mostly great. We went on a river trip, ate a ton of food, played some games, and had a big birthday party for Grandpa.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXel8kja5kDJ34O1YiXXCinZaxo3KZvIZm1k4Nf7vV2av_hCXJi9w6zq1hzxDPId9zEE2ctnVc_lReeGsOmYqMIdyP-t40GVcvHl18erV8SZDac6zWKD8WtAwrnhDl4YAVBB6gy30G770/s1600/P7240097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXel8kja5kDJ34O1YiXXCinZaxo3KZvIZm1k4Nf7vV2av_hCXJi9w6zq1hzxDPId9zEE2ctnVc_lReeGsOmYqMIdyP-t40GVcvHl18erV8SZDac6zWKD8WtAwrnhDl4YAVBB6gy30G770/s320/P7240097.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My Grandma found this picture of her and my Grandpa from a Christmas a very long time ago. Don't you just think it is the cutest thing? I love the suspenders! I love that they are just as in love today as they were when this picture was taken.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4btiAL90wq-38SwgUhMOuCchnaa93rbMp25VPzUcxhdmAvYO0tBCfRzdYOTu-249MKH2cjKiugyQ3BNHsLr7nl0FbrK8b1v8hBPzGoJsHhrXVciYoBHUzDRAENbrp30H3A0KLPUpqE0/s1600/P7240102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4btiAL90wq-38SwgUhMOuCchnaa93rbMp25VPzUcxhdmAvYO0tBCfRzdYOTu-249MKH2cjKiugyQ3BNHsLr7nl0FbrK8b1v8hBPzGoJsHhrXVciYoBHUzDRAENbrp30H3A0KLPUpqE0/s320/P7240102.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also went kayaking with my friend Robbie one weekend at East Canyon. It was great. I felt like it was a perfect summer day up in the mountains with the sun shining on my face. It was so sunny that I got a terrible burn on my shoulders.This is me and my friend Tifanee trying to fit both of us in a one person kayak, we sunk at first, but then we found a way to make it work.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today I went to my niece Lucy's first soccer game. It was like 100 degrees outside, so she wasn't that excited about running around, but it was still cute. The cutest thing was before the game when Izzy gave Lucy a big pep talk about scoring goals and playing her best. Izzy is such a good big sister.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKht-3m9Im1lBd6IK1AyHwxjmlY4I1XGiBkAj0cMk8ulZ2fZzl2MJy2pkbw8VTpeowbvR2KZZdPTP-JCb1e8GyEdbrTK0RS1M0txr1hDzim7uu8PD_Sxle80pb7UICu_ukgilccQXU1WI/s1600/P8250103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKht-3m9Im1lBd6IK1AyHwxjmlY4I1XGiBkAj0cMk8ulZ2fZzl2MJy2pkbw8VTpeowbvR2KZZdPTP-JCb1e8GyEdbrTK0RS1M0txr1hDzim7uu8PD_Sxle80pb7UICu_ukgilccQXU1WI/s320/P8250103.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Overall summer has been great, and I am excited for school to start because it is my last semester of classes! Then I will student teach in the spring and then become a bona-fide teacher! It is bitter sweet really, as most things in life are. So farewell to summer and all it's summertime magic, you have truly been good to me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-16708271787749368822011-06-26T20:12:00.000-06:002011-06-26T20:12:41.966-06:00A LIttle Bit of A Let Down<div style="text-align: center;">Last weekend I had the pleasure of getting to go to a concert with two of my favorite artists Ray Lamontagne and Brandi Carlile at Library Square in Salt Lake. I was really excited to go to this show and even though the tickets were a little pricey, I thought it would be worth it. I am glad I went, but I'm not going to lie, it was kind of a let down. It had nothing to do with the performance, which was everything I could have hoped for and more. They both played so well and I would see either of them live again. The annoying part was the audience. When Brandi Carlile came out some over zealous ladies stood up, thus making everyone else have to stand up to see. You would think since this was an outdoor lawn concert featuring two mellow folk singers, people would have sat down at one point. Oh, on the contrary, we stood the whole time, which is bizarre right? I could see if it were a rock concert, but this was pretty layed back music. Also it seemed like people were constantly walking around instead of just sitting and enjoying the music. Everyone around us was drinking and Haley (who very kindly came with me) and I were in constant fear of getting beer spilled on us every time they passed us from filling up their drinks. Well, this was kind of a rant, but I guess I just was a little frustrated because I was looking forward to this so much and it was a little disappointing, but at least the music was great. Here are some pictures and a video. The video doesn't have very good sound, but you can see what I mean when all the people kept moving around, and also how we could barely see around these tall men in front of us. Sigh, maybe next concert I go to will be a little more magical.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I cut my hair today. I really like it. I feel light and free and different. I couldn't believe how much hair was on the floor. A lot. I thought about donating it but I would have had to cut it above my chin. I wanted a change but not that big of a change. So here it is, me with short hair.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-30853261313426844612011-04-13T10:04:00.000-06:002011-04-13T10:04:09.208-06:00Frisbee Fever<div style="text-align: center;">Do you know why I am excited for summer? Perhaps it is because I will be done with school and homework, or because of the warm weather instead of the ridiculous snow in Logan, or perhaps it is because I will get to live for free at home and hang out with my awesome family. Yes, all those are true, but I am weirdly excited to play frisbee every week! I think about it every day, which is weird. Maybe I should join a league...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-88349730380527040452011-03-07T11:53:00.001-07:002011-03-07T11:53:45.077-07:00Turning into a girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvoVHsqJxXnwn5st-aVqbi0oJ2RpQDQE7tC6xEyVEkge7rSyQCApqTyX1rhS7Iuf4f6HD3SvqM8t2jk0paKE6Utha1jtqxrqz6jqwk01Uo4K2hySAf35Ue4sLptA0Kb1iqe92Bta1qquc/s1600/face.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvoVHsqJxXnwn5st-aVqbi0oJ2RpQDQE7tC6xEyVEkge7rSyQCApqTyX1rhS7Iuf4f6HD3SvqM8t2jk0paKE6Utha1jtqxrqz6jqwk01Uo4K2hySAf35Ue4sLptA0Kb1iqe92Bta1qquc/s1600/face.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I think the past week has made me more of a girly-girl than I ever experienced during Jr. High when these things typically happen. What has caused this change you might ask? Well it all started with a little Aggie coupon book that had a coupon for free Tanning at a salon called. The Rage. I have always been against tanning, but somehow let my roommates talk me into it. Perhaps it is because I have been in the land of eternal winter for the last 7 months and could use a good 10 minutes in a tube of artificial warmth. Plus it was completely free, so I would be foolish not to go right? Well I did, and now I am burnt like a lobster in places that have probably not seen the sun since I was a baby. And oh how it burns. I should have taken heed to the warning signs. Like when we asked about the different beds the words "even more intense lights, UV skin penetration, and deeper tan" were used. Oh well, I think I got rid of 6 summers worth of bad tan lines from working at the city. Will I go again? It is too soon to tell. On the other hand, I had a most positive girl experience that ironically was introduced to me by a boy. On Friday my friend Pete called me up and asked if I wanted to go get a facial with him, so I said why not? We went to the beauty school in Logan so it probably wasn't as supreme or up class as a facial could be, but let me tell you, that was some extreme relaxation. For those who don't know a facial is basically a face massage for about an hour with soothing music in the background. Pete and I both had glowing faces all day. In summary, don't go tanning, there is nothing natural about that bed of blue light. Facials on the other hand, I would highly recommend, just be prepared to be drowsy for the drive home. </div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-9821099185101545982011-02-24T20:45:00.000-07:002011-02-24T20:45:14.941-07:0050 Book ChallengeI have taken the challenge, the 50 book challenge. My roommate Torrie told me I should do it, and so I said yes. What is this challenge you might ask? Well it is to read 50 books in one year, which means I basically have to read a book a week. So far I have only read 4, so I am not so sure how well I am going to be at succeeding in this challenge, but I think that I can do it if I put my mind to it.. So far this year I have read the last two of the Hunger Games books, <i>Catching Fire </i>and <i>Mockingjay</i>. I liked this series, but I felt that the end did not leave me very satisfied. Overall, I feel like the Hunger Games is a combination of <i>1984</i> and the Twilight series; they were entertaining and interesting, but not life changing. The third book I read is called <i>Honey, Baby, Sweetheart</i>. From the title and appearances this book seems like a teenage romance novel, but it is actually about a teenage girl finding herself and discovering what love really is. I thought it was a surprisingly good book; it was predictable, but still a good read. The latest book I read is called <i>Chains</i>. This is by far the best so far this year. It is the story of a young slave girl during the time of the American Revolution. I think it is a great young adult fiction and provides an interesting perspective on the founding of America. I particularly liked this book because it wasn't about romance, vampires, or the complex social problems of present day teens that many young adult books are like these days. It is a wholesome book (if you haven't read a popular young adult fiction book lately you would be surprised how explicit they can be), and it has a strong protagonist, which I think some books that teens read these days are lacking.<br />
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I had kind of a depressing moment at the Bountiful. City Public library this week. I was looking for a series that I read when I was in Jr. High and couldn't find it anywhere. The books were old when I was younger, so it isn't too surprising that they were no longer there, but what made me sad was what had replaced these books. Was young adult fiction always so superficial? There was literally an entire shelf for Twilight books alone. It made me sad that the books of my childhood had been replaced by entertainment books about boys and vampires, but who knows, maybe books were always like that and I just didn't notice because I was too young.<br />
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Well since I have a lot of catching up to do if I am going to read 50 books, I would love any suggestions of books to read. I am looking for books that have substance but are not super long. So nothing like <i>Crime and Punishment</i> but maybe a little more substantive than say <i>Charlotte's Web</i>. I am open to just about any kind of book. Wish me luck!Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-6843584593222652732011-02-01T11:41:00.000-07:002011-02-01T11:41:27.655-07:00A Shoutout<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheI2U5zFHuC_-P2vbkevxfvJ35k5oAc4bDrODjC1MN7QXN4Sp7MALkjnOurSajTj3CIFaQ7dMywguPkFsnR8GzgsiWZFQxB2kIvRJiFTvjhLP8YTB67bj6sIekq0SjdgZDGXrTMFHUY1o/s1600/Youngs.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheI2U5zFHuC_-P2vbkevxfvJ35k5oAc4bDrODjC1MN7QXN4Sp7MALkjnOurSajTj3CIFaQ7dMywguPkFsnR8GzgsiWZFQxB2kIvRJiFTvjhLP8YTB67bj6sIekq0SjdgZDGXrTMFHUY1o/s320/Youngs.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I would like to dedicate this post to my<span style="font-size: large;"> <i><b>Awesome Family</b></i></span>. Basically the past year has been one of the most humbling in that I have had to learn to be more dependent on other people than I have ever before. And I don't mean the kind of dependent that is forced upon you as a child or even a teenager. I mean the kind that you have to willingly submit to, or even worse, ask for. Yes, yes, I admit that as a grown 24 year old, I am still dependent, and I am maybe learning that in a way, I always will be. I can't think of a time when a member of my family did not come through for me when I really needed it. Every single person in my family has helped me in an enormous way. So I just want to say <span style="font-size: large;"><b>Thank You</b></span>. Thanks for always looking out for me, as the little sister. Without you I would be very lost, probably cold, and very hungry.</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-69930611622279197932010-12-23T21:23:00.000-07:002010-12-23T21:23:30.307-07:00Birthday<div style="text-align: center;">I have noticed something about birthdays lately. For some reason many people in this world have decided that liking their own birthday is an unacceptable notion. It's like saying you are excited for your birthday makes you selfish, or conceded even. Well my friends, I am not afraid to say that I like my birthday. Is it so wrong to enjoy celebrating another year of your life? I don't think so. Maybe it is because my birthday also falls on the holiday that the rest of the world celebrates as well, but maybe it is just because birthdays are awesome. It isn't because I want people to buy me presents or treat me special, I just like my birthday. I get to spend time with all the people I like and do fun things, what is so bad about that? I haven't exactly decided what I will do for my birthday this year, and maybe I won't do anything out of the ordinary, but no matter what, I will like it, and I am not afraid to admit it. </div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-47825813199183188062010-12-14T10:59:00.000-07:002010-12-14T10:59:11.871-07:00GIS Master<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://gisnuts.com/images/NADShiftGreen10P.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://gisnuts.com/images/NADShiftGreen10P.gif" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I just wanted to share in the wonderful and exciting news that I am done with my GIS class. Who thought I would ever know what it meant to spatially anaylze something, project coordinate systems, and run geoprocessing tools on data? Just call me a map making fool. </div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-91145996619900736712010-12-09T17:42:00.001-07:002010-12-09T17:42:23.063-07:00shutterfly.com holiday card promotion<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">My sister, Bethany, let me know about a great promotion <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Shutterfly</span></a> is running for bloggers.<span style="color: black;"> </span>She has made a lot of cute stuff on <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Shutterfly</span></a> lately-her wedding album, a calendar for our family she gave everyone for Christmas, as well as all her photo printing needs.<span style="color: black;"> </span><a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Shutterfly</span></a> is great because you can upload all your photos to their site and they store them for you all in one place so you can use the same photos for multiple projects.<span style="color: black;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I hope you are all enjoying the holiday season so far-check out <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Shutterfly</span></a> for last minute photo gift ideas.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-17453631637224036802010-10-29T22:05:00.003-06:002011-08-26T14:05:38.516-06:00Facial Hair Faux Pas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/beard-types-20080522-220157.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/beard-types-20080522-220157.png" width="310" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">For anyone who truly knows me, also knows that I am a fan of facial hair. Yes this can seem unusual, but it is just the way it is. As someone who notices all types of facial hair, I have noticed some unsettling trends. In order to stop this maddness of inappropriate facial hair growth I have decided to establish a rubric for what is and what is not acceptable in facial hair. So men please, for the sake of humanity, take my advice.</div><div style="text-align: center;">1. Mustaches </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqqgeSMgqCeCIkkqp9fEd9HwhOIK3HjHZpF8UzK2xG3HGLxJUgKpwMuOaC60off3mml02TOPV3HxT2YnnqwO3x58krG3Q13JNjvwn4pvtmHzUgX3_OU-l4vTyU92U-T0zFwV1QPt_9plo/s1600/mustache.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqqgeSMgqCeCIkkqp9fEd9HwhOIK3HjHZpF8UzK2xG3HGLxJUgKpwMuOaC60off3mml02TOPV3HxT2YnnqwO3x58krG3Q13JNjvwn4pvtmHzUgX3_OU-l4vTyU92U-T0zFwV1QPt_9plo/s1600/mustache.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Unless you were born before 1969, you should not have a mustache. The only exception to this rule is mustache March, or even May, but with the full knowledge that once these months are over, the mustache is over as well. What is with the recent trend of young boys trying to pull off the stache? Are they just trying to be men? Well it's not working, it's unattractive, and just plain creepy. Please stop the mustache madness.</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. Goatees</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZa_AYvMHC_bPSgmFbzY8-ZWV4gUFDMADsB1Q6qAdDhCbBfPiJ7NxbK049jTARLDVZO-jEBE2T8L0zXuW-vh0FoApr4daOshXU1vY-ODDLDxLS112cJRzVwWZXXt1DzTuEWzjOom5fMOs/s1600/goatee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZa_AYvMHC_bPSgmFbzY8-ZWV4gUFDMADsB1Q6qAdDhCbBfPiJ7NxbK049jTARLDVZO-jEBE2T8L0zXuW-vh0FoApr4daOshXU1vY-ODDLDxLS112cJRzVwWZXXt1DzTuEWzjOom5fMOs/s320/goatee.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Goatees are a source of confusion for many men, but let me make it simple for you. Dads are allowed to have goatees, but if you were born after the year 1980, then it's really pushing it. Unless someone has given you an honest compliment on your goatee, you should get rid of it. If you are trying to grow a goatee to feel younger or be alternative, then you would be better off purchasing a skateboard. Goatees will always be acceptable for riders of Harley Davidsons, and convicts.</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. Sideburns</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrKJPIcabA-_VO8xPIiXLksRK9iWMF4fwDpzmrUgGlu46m1yI1o6zOixRbsVxHOgUQgZ6_2g914X85CyfEGz2u-3zY3lg1XvSP7Gb3Y9zTfV9hajbYA9bUey6KOcZ-uFeVo16xQXh3kV8/s1600/sideburns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrKJPIcabA-_VO8xPIiXLksRK9iWMF4fwDpzmrUgGlu46m1yI1o6zOixRbsVxHOgUQgZ6_2g914X85CyfEGz2u-3zY3lg1XvSP7Gb3Y9zTfV9hajbYA9bUey6KOcZ-uFeVo16xQXh3kV8/s1600/sideburns.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sideburns were cool in your junior year of high school, but now they are not, nor will they ever be again. A wise man once told me that the longer the sideburns, the longer it will take for a boy to grow up. I hold to this belief.</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. "Scruff"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQPFbdnEvXkSeNOvTjCTFM8FNigET1vQsmd2NpmzM8zfAZvf3JteOXfiv5Uac0YcCNJAKJsKFRiNe4xE42jk3nSNdyVoDTcpfj_I4Ft6lrrtj_N1kEVexf6Kd_Nl8nGqRm4_Vem7wTGU/s1600/scruff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQPFbdnEvXkSeNOvTjCTFM8FNigET1vQsmd2NpmzM8zfAZvf3JteOXfiv5Uac0YcCNJAKJsKFRiNe4xE42jk3nSNdyVoDTcpfj_I4Ft6lrrtj_N1kEVexf6Kd_Nl8nGqRm4_Vem7wTGU/s1600/scruff.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">As a general rule scruff is a positive thing. It is manly, attractive and says, "I am rugged yet handsome, I like puppies, and I recycle." However, this is not always a safe zone. If when trying to grow scruff it only grows on a certain part of your face, is patchy, or takes longer than two weeks to even show up, abandon your efforts. Also, don't let your scruff become unkempt, because scruff can go from rugged to lazy bum real fast.</div><div style="text-align: center;">5. Beards</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiadW1SB8p6wEfODds-0qnQE2aejW2eBC4W7sSAlxy8M88udUrmlG8P8M1fKmshoh19hQehFQNW8UKNvezxL9wkeW-DJw7bmVx6M-dIMGkF7VJgQXV7rnPtJFDRYMUxvLYsDZlZNSeOY/s1600/beard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiadW1SB8p6wEfODds-0qnQE2aejW2eBC4W7sSAlxy8M88udUrmlG8P8M1fKmshoh19hQehFQNW8UKNvezxL9wkeW-DJw7bmVx6M-dIMGkF7VJgQXV7rnPtJFDRYMUxvLYsDZlZNSeOY/s1600/beard.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Beards are good. Beards that resemble a prophet of old are bad. Beards that are trimmed are good. Beards that have food caught in them are bad. Beards that are full are good. Beards that have patches are bad. Beards that grow over your mouth or only on your neck, are also bad. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So men, please grow your facial hair respsonsibly. It may be on your face, but we all have to look at it.</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-5888602998799065732010-09-27T13:55:00.000-06:002010-09-27T13:55:07.966-06:00Grandma Haney<div style="text-align: center;">My Grandma puts new meaning to the phrase "Be a Tiger."</div><div style="text-align: center;"> We love you Grandma. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-24355070812287144062010-07-25T19:37:00.000-06:002010-07-25T19:37:29.922-06:00Sir Paul McCartney<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxkRDFdWlCgpBCJmmSq-KZZ7H8JKEARWO7tj9kkIfeOxCXLzZNyvPsuWS9WFkHorVOqZHebT4yNmvoGoj-yVA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrN1WNSX-qRT0rhI2pKMn1WL8LPa7mWRo-f8S1Okrs2U8snjjvz0QGagOwJtKHUYRO0WCsiYc0rHxLWgyS9JGmBs8AERPiSDPYes9FxEofCgLYx_EcRrtzMCVnaZqeguo2TD92maYQTM/s1600/P7130318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrN1WNSX-qRT0rhI2pKMn1WL8LPa7mWRo-f8S1Okrs2U8snjjvz0QGagOwJtKHUYRO0WCsiYc0rHxLWgyS9JGmBs8AERPiSDPYes9FxEofCgLYx_EcRrtzMCVnaZqeguo2TD92maYQTM/s320/P7130318.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am the luckiest girl alive.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well this is what I thought when I became the lucky recipient of a free Paul McCartney concert ticket. How did I come across this you might ask? Well let's just say that my friend Jenna is super awesome, and that maybe my addiction to facebook has paid off. The bottom line is that I got to go and it was amazing! I almost didn't go and thinking back I can't believe I almost passed it up. I got there about an hour and a half late, but it was fine because who needs to see opening acts anyways? And Sir Paul played for about three hours so I had plenty of time to rock, and rock we did. It was so cool to see so many different age groups there who all loved the same music. He was the most incredible performer. The night was complete with a flaming stage and firewords. I feel like this concert was life changing. So thanks to Jenna for the free ticket, thanks to Dad for letting me take your car, and thanks to Paul McCartney for a night of legendary rock.</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-75313817303140130862010-07-10T16:59:00.000-06:002010-07-10T16:59:38.006-06:00Red Light Green Light<div style="text-align: center;">Today I ran a red light, the second one this summer.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe I am losing my mind. Luckily both have been while I am at work, so no worries about a ticket. And double lucky that neither has caused an accident, especially since one of the times I was driving a one-ton dodge dump truck that would have demolished any other car. But still, think of the lives I am endangering! Have I done this before on my own but just haven't noticed?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am getting worried.</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552191489829912587.post-34103657415237297352010-05-05T21:01:00.000-06:002010-05-05T21:01:38.458-06:00Pinko De Eye-O<div style="text-align: center;">I have pink eye. The source of it is uncertain, and while pink eye is really not that bad, in the words of Izzy "this day is terrible." It probably doesn't help that I also have this chronic cold, I had to miss a whole day of work, and I did absolutely nothing productive today, but I didn't rest at all either. On the bright side I only had to pay $4 instead of $60 for eye drops, thanks generic drugs, and thanks Rebekah for driving me everywhere, sorry I infected your whole family.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Dear pink eye, please go away soon, you make my eyes so hurty.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Did that just really happen? Oh yes it did. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Perhaps it was rude to just leave him hanging, but I am getting too old for awkward. </div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918662540961084033noreply@blogger.com7