<?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-1321562559286556617</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:27:46.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been That Kind Of Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-8164029600771536401</id><published>2010-06-27T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T18:12:56.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey All!&lt;br /&gt;I have started a new blog. So, hop on there and i'll catch you up on all the latest happenings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nateandkylee.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.nateandkylee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-8164029600771536401?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/8164029600771536401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=8164029600771536401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8164029600771536401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8164029600771536401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-7794576975171474945</id><published>2010-04-29T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T12:49:23.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eight Days! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-7794576975171474945?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/7794576975171474945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=7794576975171474945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7794576975171474945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7794576975171474945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2010/04/eight-days.html' title=''/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-9180569132100015546</id><published>2010-03-30T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:54:20.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Pictures</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness! What a fun day. We recently got to take our engagement pictures and it was one of the funnest days I have ever had.. and we couldn't stop laughing. Check them out. Let us know what you think.. They're on Nate's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathantastic.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-9180569132100015546?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/9180569132100015546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=9180569132100015546' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/9180569132100015546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/9180569132100015546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2010/03/engagement-pictures.html' title='Engagement Pictures'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-7631996662877519539</id><published>2010-02-25T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:41:01.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Guys!&lt;br /&gt;I am alive I promise. What a fun time of life this is.. and a busy one at that. It's been so fun to have a fiance. Me and Nate have been having fun with the fact that there are so many ways to say the word fiance.. Fiance, Feeeoonsse, feh-yawn-seh, in a french accent fiance, in a russian accent, english accent. haha.. It's so fun! I love this time of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-7631996662877519539?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/7631996662877519539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=7631996662877519539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7631996662877519539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7631996662877519539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-guys-i-am-alive-i-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-8315015065438164683</id><published>2010-02-08T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:08:27.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/S3CLBMuhHbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4aUWSzNHkgY/s1600-h/utah+state+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435997602948652466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/S3CLBMuhHbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4aUWSzNHkgY/s320/utah+state+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/S3CLARFP_pI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ca0eKxRY6Dk/s1600-h/utah+state+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435997586937872018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/S3CLARFP_pI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ca0eKxRY6Dk/s320/utah+state+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/S3CK_0qqjAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XT-fJG1vziA/s1600-h/utah+state+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435997579310173186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/S3CK_0qqjAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XT-fJG1vziA/s320/utah+state+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/S3CK_Nfn2FI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3h8aK7-6Ylo/s1600-h/CIMG2030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435997568794875986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/S3CK_Nfn2FI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3h8aK7-6Ylo/s320/CIMG2030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/S3CK-pnk7DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/oArsgkoCAGQ/s1600-h/ky+and+nate+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435997559164562482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/S3CK-pnk7DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/oArsgkoCAGQ/s320/ky+and+nate+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This boy has changed my life. I think it's about time I posted some pictures! :) I am going to marry my best friend, Nate Behunin on May 7, 2010 in the Salt Lake Temple. And hold on tight, I promise more pictures and the engagement story will come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-8315015065438164683?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/8315015065438164683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=8315015065438164683' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8315015065438164683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8315015065438164683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-boy-has-changed-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/S3CLBMuhHbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4aUWSzNHkgY/s72-c/utah+state+193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-7113732998106710492</id><published>2010-02-02T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:12:22.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So..</title><content type='html'>So, I have been told recently that I need to blog more.. it's not that I don't like to blog, I just love reading everyone else's blogs I forget to update my own :)&lt;br /&gt;Good NEWS! School is going really good. I am loving my classes. Burr.. it is freezing here in logan. But, I finally saw the sun shine today, no more inversion! :) whoot whoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funny things have happened already this semester, and I am so grateful for moments of laughter. I have to share one with you because it was just too funny not to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I came home from school the other day and my friend was walking to his car, and he saw me, so he starts walking over to say hi to me. On his way over he hit this huge giant ice sheet, and there was nothing he could do.. he fell flat on his back with his feet sticking up in the air. Ouch, I know.. but we were laughing about that all day. It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one real quick. So, I am walking on campus, and I see Nate. But he didn't see me. So, he's just walking along, completely in the zone.. and I chuck a snowball at him and hit him.. he looked up and his face was the funniest thing I have ever seen. It was this expression that I am sure if it had words it would say something like "Who does that?!" haha.. I think I laughed all day at this one because he couldn't figure out who had thrown the snowball at him until he heard me laugh histarically. It was one of those moments where you are laughing so hard, and you can't run away from the person who is chasing you because you have pretty much turned into jello:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fun this semester to have such good friends. I am learning a lot. I have already cried alot, laughed alot.. and enjoyed alot. It's goona be a good semester I can feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-7113732998106710492?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/7113732998106710492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=7113732998106710492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7113732998106710492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7113732998106710492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2010/02/so.html' title='So..'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-8423708277363209826</id><published>2010-01-01T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:59:39.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME 2010</title><content type='html'>The turn of a new decade is here! And I can't believe it is 2010. I still feel like I am living in the 90s... but you know, I guess I should accept the fact that we are in the 2000s now :) haha.. Wow! Just looking back at this past year makes me so grateful for the things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;-I lived with 9 of the cutest heartwarming roomates at Snow College&lt;br /&gt;-I GRADUATED from Snow&lt;br /&gt;-We had an amazing year for recruiting for Snow&lt;br /&gt;-I started school at Utah State&lt;br /&gt;-I laughed lots&lt;br /&gt;-I cried lots&lt;br /&gt;-I learned much&lt;br /&gt;-I turned 20.. I am no longer a teenager&lt;br /&gt;-... and the list goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for this past year! Whoot! and I am so excited for the new year and experiences that await me.. here's to a great new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-8423708277363209826?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/8423708277363209826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=8423708277363209826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8423708277363209826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8423708277363209826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010.html' title='WELCOME 2010'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-8573649510766690670</id><published>2009-12-09T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:46:17.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting..</title><content type='html'>So, with my last final wrapping up tomorrow at 12pm, I have been doing a lot of thinking. Who knew four months ago that I would make such great friends and learn things that I never thought I would learn. I now know why I needed to come to Utah State, and I feel more blessed then ever to experience Aggie pride, and visit with so many different people. Even though this is labeled as the frozen tundra of Utah, I haven't felt all that extremely cold. Believe it or not, there is lots of hot chocolate here, and I enjoy being outside and enjoying the day. I am thankful for this past semester.. and I am looking forward to new adventures ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-8573649510766690670?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/8573649510766690670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=8573649510766690670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8573649510766690670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8573649510766690670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflecting.html' title='Reflecting..'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-7299691210443435691</id><published>2009-11-23T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:53:05.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>less than 24 hours til...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SwuQoN__PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ul3NjXS-gjk/s1600/pic+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407574798215626034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SwuQoN__PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ul3NjXS-gjk/s320/pic+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SwuQnkLFdfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/JIj-dlI7p1w/s1600/IMGP0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SwuQnOulaxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/q7fZQJWaQuw/s1600/ky+911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407574781231196946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SwuQnOulaxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/q7fZQJWaQuw/s320/ky+911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SwuQmxTyu7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/6818ctB-f9Q/s1600/ky+381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407574773334195122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SwuQmxTyu7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/6818ctB-f9Q/s320/ky+381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SwuQmTBc7vI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SilL8SFhBtY/s1600/ky+709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407574765204205298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SwuQmTBc7vI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SilL8SFhBtY/s320/ky+709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to see these people! I could cry right now out of pure joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-7299691210443435691?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/7299691210443435691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=7299691210443435691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7299691210443435691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7299691210443435691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/11/less-than-24-hours-til.html' title='less than 24 hours til...'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SwuQoN__PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ul3NjXS-gjk/s72-c/pic+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-9139293732618321772</id><published>2009-11-16T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:38:35.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love...</title><content type='html'>-The gospel&lt;br /&gt;-Random phone calls from my family&lt;br /&gt;-Soup and bread with friends&lt;br /&gt;-talking on the phone with friends&lt;br /&gt;-LAUGHING&lt;br /&gt;-the smell of clean clothes&lt;br /&gt;-ten more minutes of sleep&lt;br /&gt;-singing to the radio..&lt;br /&gt;-day dreaming&lt;br /&gt;-wishing on stars&lt;br /&gt;-chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;-walking out to your mailbox and realizing you got mail!&lt;br /&gt;-familiar faces visiting me at work&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing people I know on campus&lt;br /&gt;-playing the piano&lt;br /&gt;-the feeling of someone missing you&lt;br /&gt;... The list goes on and on and on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-9139293732618321772?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/9139293732618321772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=9139293732618321772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/9139293732618321772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/9139293732618321772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-1836610446164930240</id><published>2009-11-12T09:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:02:55.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who is 13 TODAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SvxMwdxbhMI/AAAAAAAAANs/CSAO9hzPmvI/s1600-h/ky+623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403278048447136962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SvxMwdxbhMI/AAAAAAAAANs/CSAO9hzPmvI/s320/ky+623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guessed it! KENADEE :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten things I love about Ken-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. She will stay up at all hours of the night to watch Sunny With a Chance with me.. and rewind and rewind and rewind the funny parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. She will go on random excursions with me.. like to grandma's house, or to move me to college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. She will laugh WITH me.. over anything that strikes us as funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. She will let me come in her room at any time of the night and crawl into bed with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. She loves to sing to the radio and stick fry's and fry sauce out of my sky window in my car (long story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. She lives by the light of Christ and constantly wants to do the right thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. She is a very loving person, and can always use more friends.. she is a friend to anyone she meets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. She gets these really puffy eyes when she wakes up.. and the puffiness doesn't wear off until about two hours after she's awake.. its my favorite! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. She gets excited over simple things like the Jo Bros and Hannah Montana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I love how she is so excited about life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you Kit Kat. Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-1836610446164930240?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/1836610446164930240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=1836610446164930240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1836610446164930240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1836610446164930240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-who-is-13-today.html' title='Guess who is 13 TODAY!'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SvxMwdxbhMI/AAAAAAAAANs/CSAO9hzPmvI/s72-c/ky+623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-5604444385853512835</id><published>2009-11-06T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:42:49.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>I take the cookies out of the oven and stared at the oven trying to figure out how to turn it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "How do you press cancel?"&lt;br /&gt;Friends: look at me with a concerned questioning look&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Oh look, you press the cancel button"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-5604444385853512835?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/5604444385853512835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=5604444385853512835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/5604444385853512835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/5604444385853512835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/11/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-1061943808692860227</id><published>2009-11-02T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:00:54.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah State hey aggies all the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Su-ojk4JWGI/AAAAAAAAANc/Gwqu5dVadsQ/s1600-h/utah+state+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399719807388571746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Su-ojk4JWGI/AAAAAAAAANc/Gwqu5dVadsQ/s320/utah+state+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Su-ojB4mGUI/AAAAAAAAANU/xfBf3uV1N4I/s1600-h/utah+state+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Su-oi8tC2oI/AAAAAAAAANM/p-wFMmkglgA/s1600-h/utah+state+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life for me couldn't be better. I have the most amazing roomates, wonderful family, great friends, a best friend in hawaii, a great education, hot chocolate, good music, a job.. life can't get much better than this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-1061943808692860227?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/1061943808692860227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=1061943808692860227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1061943808692860227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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a hundredAnd never see the seven wonders&lt;br /&gt;That'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;If I don't make it to the big leagues&lt;br /&gt;If I never win a Grammy&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be just fine'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know exactly who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Rosemary's granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;The spitting image of my father&lt;br /&gt;And when the day is done&lt;br /&gt;My momma's still my biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy&lt;br /&gt;But I've got friends who love me&lt;br /&gt;And they know just where I stand&lt;br /&gt;It's all a part of me&lt;br /&gt;And that's who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I make big mistake&lt;br /&gt;When I fall flat on my face&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Should my tender heart be broken&lt;br /&gt;I will cry those teardrops knowin'I will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothin' changes who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Rosemary's granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;The spitting image of my father&lt;br /&gt;And when the day is done&lt;br /&gt;My momma's still my biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy&lt;br /&gt;But I've got friends who love me&lt;br /&gt;And they know just where I stand&lt;br /&gt;It's all a part of meAnd that's who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a saint and I'm a sinner&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loser, I'm a winner&lt;br /&gt;I'm am steady and unstable&lt;br /&gt;I am young but I'm able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Rosemary's granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;The spitting image of my father&lt;br /&gt;And when the day is done&lt;br /&gt;My momma's still my biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy&lt;br /&gt;But I've got friends who love me&lt;br /&gt;And they know just where I stand&lt;br /&gt;It's all a part of me&lt;br /&gt;And that's who I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-7264837591450800872?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-5096661636288111583</id><published>2009-10-07T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:53:07.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Ss1TZtLUHkI/AAAAAAAAANE/qAyVepuXwAU/s1600-h/Image005.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Ss1TZCRnBtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5WnhEhJ92XM/s1600-h/utah+state+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390056018604918482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Ss1TZCRnBtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5WnhEhJ92XM/s320/utah+state+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Ss1TYhCrfxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/K7rgB_8LUTk/s1600-h/Image007.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey! So, I know I am a HUGE slacker in the blogging department. But, what can I say- I've been so busy! I am loving life in Logan. My roomates are my best friends. I feel so blessed to have three such strong spiritual girls as my roomates. I love them like my sisters. We have had so much fun staying up late talking, random adventures with our neighbors, and just loving every second here at college. Yes, it did already snow in Logan! and it is getting to be very cold. I am not sure how I feel about that. But, it is beautiful up here.. and it is so fun only being an hour away from home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-5096661636288111583?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/5096661636288111583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=5096661636288111583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/5096661636288111583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/5096661636288111583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Ss1TZCRnBtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5WnhEhJ92XM/s72-c/utah+state+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-4510369373784691865</id><published>2009-09-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:04:22.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wet and rained out Kylee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SrbCzGvaqBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OAUJK88RZII/s1600-h/utah+state+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383704587806615570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SrbCzGvaqBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OAUJK88RZII/s320/utah+state+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, this is what I looked like on Tuesday when i got home.  I don't know if this picture does it justice- but needless to say.. I was soaked :) I thought that I wouldn't get very wet in the rain.. and right as I thought that it just began to down pour. I've never been so wet from the rain in my life. Pretty sure I was the only person on the street walking. haha.. I think this is where I make an investment for an umbrella :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-4510369373784691865?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/4510369373784691865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=4510369373784691865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4510369373784691865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4510369373784691865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/09/wet-and-rained-out-kylee.html' title='A wet and rained out Kylee'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SrbCzGvaqBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OAUJK88RZII/s72-c/utah+state+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-7143206191026080761</id><published>2009-09-10T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:21:48.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my lanta! Where does the time go?? Well, So many adventures have happened to me this past month.. and a lot of firsts for example: First time river rafting, first time at Utah State, First time night hiking... etc. I am LOVING life right now. School is hard. But well worth it. People are friendly. Squirrells may jump at you. Endless soup and bread is $2.00. Laughter is endless. Late nights are many. The ward is fabulous. Shay died her hair brown. Family phone calls are cherished. Utah State is beautiful. Spin class is early. and I am loving every second here in Logan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-7143206191026080761?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/7143206191026080761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=7143206191026080761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7143206191026080761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7143206191026080761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-lanta-where-does-time-go-well-so.html' title=''/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-5070755533683002282</id><published>2009-08-04T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:39:49.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Life is funny, life's a mess&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a curse, sometimes a blessing&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry 'bout a thing, don't worry 'bout it&lt;br /&gt;Life gets sticky, life can bruise&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you win sometimes your losing&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it brings&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry 'bout a thing"&lt;br /&gt;-Shedaisy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-5070755533683002282?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/5070755533683002282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=5070755533683002282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/5070755533683002282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/5070755533683002282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-funny-lifes-mess-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-7582503351062068085</id><published>2009-07-26T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:58:33.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Summer Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sm1A1fZnrbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tNb2-iqAZ1s/s1600-h/sweet+summer+time+09"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363014018974330290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sm1A1fZnrbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tNb2-iqAZ1s/s320/sweet+summer+time+09%27+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sm1A1NzjtZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jBbIEO1IJ6Q/s1600-h/sweet+summer+time+09"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363014014251283858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sm1A1NzjtZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jBbIEO1IJ6Q/s320/sweet+summer+time+09%27+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sm1A0lNLIqI/AAAAAAAAAME/nuPxrI-pMeQ/s1600-h/sweet+summer+time+09"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363014003352871586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sm1A0lNLIqI/AAAAAAAAAME/nuPxrI-pMeQ/s320/sweet+summer+time+09%27+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's nothing better than hanging with these people. I love them all. Today My roomate Amanda gave her farewell talk. She is going to Spain to serve a mission. And I am so excited for her! The last picture with my family was a fun time at the American Idol concert. Oh my gosh! time of my life. Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-7582503351062068085?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/7582503351062068085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=7582503351062068085' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7582503351062068085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7582503351062068085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet-summer-time.html' title='Sweet Summer Time'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sm1A1fZnrbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tNb2-iqAZ1s/s72-c/sweet+summer+time+09%27+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-8122510299395991251</id><published>2009-07-12T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:18:19.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sln-E5V_FKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X_LJUuvXnY4/s1600-h/May+2009-+Syd+Baptism+July2009+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357592591799882914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sln-E5V_FKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X_LJUuvXnY4/s320/May+2009-+Syd+Baptism+July2009+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sln-EgOmikI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TFZf6JNKTfU/s1600-h/May+2009-+Syd+Baptism+July2009+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357592585058028098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sln-EgOmikI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TFZf6JNKTfU/s320/May+2009-+Syd+Baptism+July2009+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sln-D0N9K1I/AAAAAAAAALs/Ec5YnxKXJzQ/s1600-h/May+2009-+Syd+Baptism+July2009+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357592573244156754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sln-D0N9K1I/AAAAAAAAALs/Ec5YnxKXJzQ/s320/May+2009-+Syd+Baptism+July2009+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sln-DZeeDzI/AAAAAAAAALk/tzK-7CidoR4/s1600-h/May+2009-+Syd+Baptism+July2009+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357592566065663794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sln-DZeeDzI/AAAAAAAAALk/tzK-7CidoR4/s320/May+2009-+Syd+Baptism+July2009+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sln-DG_sr1I/AAAAAAAAALc/xP95RxU9UaI/s1600-h/May+2009-+Syd+Baptism+July2009+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357592561104760658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sln-DG_sr1I/AAAAAAAAALc/xP95RxU9UaI/s320/May+2009-+Syd+Baptism+July2009+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun weekend with my family! BIG NEWS! Syd got baptized this last Saturday. It is crazy to think she is the last of our siblings to be baptized. It was such a beautiful day, and Syd looked so cute. I am so proud of her and her choice to be baptized. Shay and Dixon have been here the last three days. And it is so sad to see them leave. Can't wait to have them visit again! :) We took some family pictures. Doesn't everyone look so old? I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-8122510299395991251?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/8122510299395991251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=8122510299395991251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8122510299395991251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8122510299395991251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-fun-weekend-with-my-family-big.html' title=''/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sln-E5V_FKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X_LJUuvXnY4/s72-c/May+2009-+Syd+Baptism+July2009+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-2008999137950872065</id><published>2009-07-01T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:16:43.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One week til....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Skw0eOufLOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cqNDrzyHiO0/s1600-h/ky+1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Skw0dp-gGMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fhJaxKEbO6E/s1600-h/IMGP0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353711741125531842" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Skwz2PjMDDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vn_5wSPZ3WI/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Skwz1o0hGSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HnpyHWXh_rk/s1600-h/manzanita_family_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353711053620451618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Skwz1o0hGSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HnpyHWXh_rk/s320/manzanita_family_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Skwz1TaMhJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/p45Sd_OBu3o/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-2008999137950872065?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/2008999137950872065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=2008999137950872065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/2008999137950872065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/2008999137950872065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-week-til.html' title='One week til....'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Skw0dp-gGMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fhJaxKEbO6E/s72-c/IMGP0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-5210920213211666263</id><published>2009-06-26T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:10:34.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>So, I have never really been a fan of Harry Potter. I stopped reading after the fifth book because I just got bored with the story. With the sixth movie coming out in just a matter of weeks- my friend convinced me that I needed to read the book before I saw the movie. So, I picked up the book and about a day later I finished. Holy Cow! J.K. Rowling is a genius. How in the world did she come up with all of those twists and turns and link everything together. It was honestly one of the best books that I have ever read. So, now I am on the seventh one and can't put it down. I guess you could say I am a Harry Potter buff lately. haha.. I can't wait to see the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-5210920213211666263?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/5210920213211666263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=5210920213211666263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/5210920213211666263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/5210920213211666263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/06/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-2795107185690780435</id><published>2009-06-13T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:51:45.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>My goodness! Where has the time gone? Well, I have officially been a slacker in the blogging department. But for a little update in my life- things are going really well. I am adjusting to living at home. And I am loving being able to go to everyone's games, and dance recitals. I am keeping busy by working, reading, playing uno with Lynd and Kyler, being a cheerleader, making cookies, playing volleyball, and simply by talking to people. How I love that. I feel like I am growing a lot. Who knew you could grow so much by just moving home? Life couldn't be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-2795107185690780435?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/2795107185690780435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=2795107185690780435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/2795107185690780435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/2795107185690780435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-7045447592352404578</id><published>2009-05-26T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:09:33.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is a great thing to imagine:&lt;br /&gt;Kylee playing golf :)&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-7045447592352404578?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/7045447592352404578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=7045447592352404578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7045447592352404578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7045447592352404578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-is-great-thing-to-imagine-kylee.html' title=''/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-886838505985559497</id><published>2009-05-14T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:11:43.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boys! :)</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I walk into my grandma Kathy's school and sit down at her desk while she is teaching. My grandma teaches 1st grade in Huntsville. Anyway. So she is teaching this group of first graders and these boys keep glancing over at me and whispering. And then the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1st grade boy to the other  boy: "Look at her, she's really cute! How old is she?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the sudden I hear my grandma say "&lt;em&gt;nuh uh, boys! she's way too old for you! She's 19!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the boys all look at me and start to giggle. So then all day I had different boys saunder over to my desk and say : "&lt;em&gt;Kylee, Cache loves you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question for you: is it bad that it made my day that the first grade boys thought I was cute?? :) haha.. cause it totally did. What a fun day. I love little kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-886838505985559497?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/886838505985559497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=886838505985559497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/886838505985559497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/886838505985559497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-boys.html' title='Oh boys! :)'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-1033728735373843995</id><published>2009-05-14T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:15:01.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you finding everything okay?</title><content type='html'>"Hi, this is Kohl's in Layton where you can expect great things. This is Kylee, how can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired? Do you poop out at party's? Are you feeling listless? Are you feeling rundown? Then Kohl's is the place for you! Find all you need and more! :) (&lt;em&gt;if you aren't an I Love Lucy fan then you won't get that pun :) )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a hard time finding the shoe department? Do you need to know where the restroom is? Would you like to know if you qualify for the 15% off coupon? Would you like to open a Kohl's charge account? Can't find the size you are looking for? Do you need to know how much that shirt is on sale for? Do you need someone to carry that vaccuum out to your car? Do you need a telephone to use? Do you need someone to get that item that is too high up on the shelf down for you? Are you finding everything okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. have no fear, Kylee is here! Needless to say, I am your girl when is comes to shopping at Kohl's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am back at it again.. being a sales floor associate brings upon many laughs, sighs, and hard work. But don't get the wrong impression. I love my job and the different adventures is brings everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-1033728735373843995?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/1033728735373843995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=1033728735373843995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1033728735373843995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1033728735373843995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-this-is-kohls-in-layton-where-you.html' title='Are you finding everything okay?'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-6940299308753441496</id><published>2009-05-02T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:41:43.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official! I am a Snow College Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sf0rdtrTlTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/aY-PMWfue70/s1600-h/STP62026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331465323353969970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sf0rdtrTlTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/aY-PMWfue70/s320/STP62026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Dad! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sf0rdbyR2UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X1d-SmtY5OQ/s1600-h/STP62019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331465318551378242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sf0rdbyR2UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X1d-SmtY5OQ/s320/STP62019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sf0rdPHOhsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kI8kZjWDAbY/s1600-h/STP62017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331465315149579970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sf0rdPHOhsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kI8kZjWDAbY/s320/STP62017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jena :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow! I am an official Snow College graduate! I am just sitting here thinking: Where did the past two years go?! So much has happened. I have laughed. I have cried. I have leaped. I have tried new things. I have had heart breaks. I have loved. I have learned. I have trusted. I have talked lots. I have listened. I have made friends. Dear friends. Best friends. Friends I will have for my entire life. I have learned new skills. I have done hard things. I have learned names of small towns. I have cooked. I have cleaned. I have worked hard. I have had rewards. I have had dissapointments. I have found my knees more than I ever have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cannot tell you how grateful I am for the experiences that I have had at Snow. It is something that I will always keep so close to my heart. I feel so incredibly blessed to have gotten the education and friendships there. It is so weird for me to think that I won't be seeing Ephriam for a long while. But, I am excited and looking forward to new adventures. It is so fun not knowing what is a head. I know that two years ago I could have never predicted all of the things that happened at Snow. And I know for a fact that I have no idea what is in store for me for the next two. I know that I am at home for the summer.. whoot whoot, and headed up to Utah State in the fall. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shay, I don't know why, but I got home and I didn't have any pictures with you on my camera.. and I was so sad! I think we took a bunch on your camera.. so you will have to send those to me! aah! I love you.. thanks for coming down! You are such a blessing in my life.. and couldn't have asked for a better sister and friend! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-6940299308753441496?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/6940299308753441496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=6940299308753441496' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/6940299308753441496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/6940299308753441496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/05/mom-and-dad-mel-and-me-me-and-jena-wow.html' title='It&apos;s official! I am a Snow College Graduate'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sf0rdtrTlTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/aY-PMWfue70/s72-c/STP62026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-1745610800560971628</id><published>2009-04-27T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:12:22.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we do for fun in Ephraim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SfYDcMrkqmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RL1L8lLFzB0/s1600-h/3104_75404251794_733311794_1810372_7123493_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329450992014764642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SfYDcMrkqmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RL1L8lLFzB0/s320/3104_75404251794_733311794_1810372_7123493_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SfYDKodtN9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/PsTjgirb6Sg/s1600-h/3104_75404201794_733311794_1810362_6227224_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329450690235152338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SfYDKodtN9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/PsTjgirb6Sg/s320/3104_75404201794_733311794_1810362_6227224_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SfYDKi5fkZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wVwvpuvByVc/s1600-h/3104_75404286794_733311794_1810379_6868113_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329450688741085586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SfYDKi5fkZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wVwvpuvByVc/s320/3104_75404286794_733311794_1810379_6868113_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SfYCZqLfxZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rQ3AEwfXE9I/s1600-h/3104_75404251794_733311794_1810372_7123493_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SfYCZjBjFYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UO_UnWD9n4M/s1600-h/3104_75404211794_733311794_1810364_264839_n[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329449846961280386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SfYCZjBjFYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UO_UnWD9n4M/s320/3104_75404211794_733311794_1810364_264839_n%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SfYCZWAJu7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/NrJh_KNQNpo/s1600-h/3104_75404246794_733311794_1810371_8092725_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329449843465763762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SfYCZWAJu7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/NrJh_KNQNpo/s320/3104_75404246794_733311794_1810371_8092725_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SfYCZZDKoII/AAAAAAAAAI8/YUmHlaWhflk/s1600-h/3104_75404266794_733311794_1810375_3760346_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329449844283711618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SfYCZZDKoII/AAAAAAAAAI8/YUmHlaWhflk/s320/3104_75404266794_733311794_1810375_3760346_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that is a slip n' slide. Yes, that is in my apartment. Yes, they are all my roomates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-1745610800560971628?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/1745610800560971628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=1745610800560971628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1745610800560971628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1745610800560971628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-we-do-for-fun-in-ephraim.html' title='What we do for fun in Ephraim'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SfYDcMrkqmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RL1L8lLFzB0/s72-c/3104_75404251794_733311794_1810372_7123493_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-8525663852425488514</id><published>2009-04-19T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:08:51.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' the Life :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevUquwah0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/3fs5UD9Toy0/s1600-h/ky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326584814866433858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevUquwah0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/3fs5UD9Toy0/s320/ky%27s+college+518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Jena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevUqX3ID1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/L97aLcGgVIA/s1600-h/ky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326584808720568146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevUqX3ID1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/L97aLcGgVIA/s320/ky%27s+college+517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My date Jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevT1PRSKxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KIF_O-i6gtY/s1600-h/ky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326583895881296658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevT1PRSKxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KIF_O-i6gtY/s320/ky%27s+college+516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevT0_YkRDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/egSQ8S7dt0g/s1600-h/ky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326583891616875570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevT0_YkRDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/egSQ8S7dt0g/s320/ky%27s+college+515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Silcox, Me, and Grandma Kathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevT0s61pFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xHvOkfpZibA/s1600-h/ky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326583886660346962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevT0s61pFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xHvOkfpZibA/s320/ky%27s+college+513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah State Ambassadors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevT0aTJ-2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ReJvalSWI2s/s1600-h/ky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326583881662069602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevT0aTJ-2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ReJvalSWI2s/s320/ky%27s+college+511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevT0Erj1VI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z5hZsIQEM9g/s1600-h/ky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326583875858847058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevT0Erj1VI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z5hZsIQEM9g/s320/ky%27s+college+510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Heidi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow! This weekend sure flew by! But can I just say; I am loving every second.. and just trying to soak everything in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quick Update: there are only one week and five six days left of school.. and then I graduate.. Have I really been here that long?! It doesn't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Where to begin! :) Friday I went up to Utah State to meet my new team. On the way up I stopped in Provo to go to lunch with one of my best friends, Heidi. It was just so fun to catch up and talk! Funny story okay so we are sitting there eating our lunch when this bee happens to fly on over and just land right by me.. So I try to keep myself composed. Heidi grabbed these guys that were sitting next to us and had them come and kill the bee. It was so funny. I am so grateful for laughter and good friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next stop USU! Whoot Whoot! I am so excited to be going there in the fall.. and just being up there makes me want to be up there! I am excited to work with such cute and fun loving people. I can tell that I have a lot to learn, and that there are many adventures a head of me coming up. But I am looking forward to making new friends, and stretching myself next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next stop home: I stopped in Kaysville late Friday night to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next up Nephi: Okay quick story. Kena had a dance competition in St. George this weekend.. and she forgot her costume. So While I was home I grabbed the costume and dropped it off at my cousins house in Nephi early Saturday morning, and Shay drove to grab the dress and take it to St. George! Go Team Anderson! (or I guess Anderson/ Leavitt! :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next Stop Noyes Building: I had a final for communications at 9:00 am on a Saturday morning. So having not combed my hair or brushing my teeth, I sauntered in approx 8:55.. aka right on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next up Final Luncheon: For ambassadors we had our final's lunch in.. and I consider myself to be the LUCKIEST girl in the entire world because my two grandma's got to come down for that. It was so fun to have them down here and to show them where I live and where I go to school, and to have them meet some of my very best friends. It brings tears to my eyes.. because it was just so fun to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next Spring Ball: I Went to the Spring Ball with my one of my new really good friends; Jake Thomas. He is witty, funny, clever, and just so nice! And a great dancer. He knew all of these ballroom dances, and so we just danced the night away. Needless to say.. it was a BLAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, wow.. long post! thanks for tuning in! :) Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-8525663852425488514?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/8525663852425488514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=8525663852425488514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8525663852425488514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8525663852425488514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/04/livin-life.html' title='Livin&apos; the Life :)'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SevUquwah0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/3fs5UD9Toy0/s72-c/ky%27s+college+518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-1615495000569659737</id><published>2009-04-14T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:39:22.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth</title><content type='html'>haha.. so everyday I volunteer in Mrs. Nilsen's 1st grade class. They have now become my class :) haha.. I feel so possessive of my kids and how they are learning, and I get excited when they succeed, and get bummed out when they miss their math problems. I love Mrs. Nilsen, and she has really taken me under her wing. My grandma Kathy teaches first grade; and Mrs. Nilsen reminds me exactly of my Grandma Kathy. I have just grown to love this teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Anyway, so that is a brief history prior to this story. Okay, so I am sitting there correcting homework when little Janna runs up to me and says Kylee, my tooth hurts so bad. I look at her, and that tooth was hanging by a string. Have you ever seen the cartoon movie.. I can't think of which one.. (Shay I know you will know what one I am thinking of) but one of the cartoon characters blows her tooth in and out cause it is so loose?. Pretty sure Janna could be this cartoon character. Haha.. So then I am laughing so hard because Mrs. Nilsen sees, and is just grabbing her stomach and saying "Janna, your going to have to wait until you get home to make that tooth feel better. You know how I can't handle loose teeth." I thought she was just kidding at first, but she was serious. I guess she gets so queezy at loose teeth. She told me that when her kids were little she would send them over to the neighbors house to have the neighbor pull the teeth because she couldn't handle it. So I was just in histarics laughing at Mrs. Nilsen's reaction. Anyway, So I said, "Janna, come here and let me have a look" So she did, and I said, "try to pull it out". She tried. It didn't come out. So I said okay, hand me a tissue. I was handed a tissue. And now for my moment of glory! Out pops the tooth! And Janna is just yelling, I can't tell from the pain or if it was more of a victory yell.. like an Oh ya! I just lost my tooth! Anyway, we got a tooth necklace from the office for her. And she did a show and tell, and told the whole class how "Teacher Kylee" pulled out her tooth for her. Wow, I felt like a Star! :) haha.. what a fun day in the first grade! I am so stoked to be a teacher!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-1615495000569659737?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/1615495000569659737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=1615495000569659737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1615495000569659737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1615495000569659737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/04/teeth.html' title='Teeth'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-2295888844093390746</id><published>2009-04-07T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:44:44.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Big</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ryan Shupe &amp;amp; The Rubberband)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you cry, be sure to dry your eyes,'Cause better days are sure to come.And when you smile, be sure to smile wide,And don't let them know that they have won.And when you walk, walk with pride, And don't show the hurt inside,Because the pain will soon be gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when you dream, dream big,As big as the ocean, blue.'Cause when you dream it might come true.So when you dream, dream big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when you laugh, be sure to laugh out loud,'Cause it will carry all your cares away. And when you see, see the beauty all around and in yourself,And it will help you feel okay. And when you pray, pray for strength to help you carry on, when the troubles come your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when you dream, dream big,As big as the ocean, blue.'Cause when you dream it might come true.But when you dream, dream big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you cry be sure to dry your eyes, cause better days are sure to come.And when you smile be sure to smile wide, and don't let them know that they have one.And when you laugh be sure to laugh out loud,'Cause it will carry all your cares away. And when you see, see the beauty allaround and in yourself, and it will help you feel okay. And when you pray, pray for strength to help to carry on when the troubles come your way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-2295888844093390746?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/2295888844093390746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=2295888844093390746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/2295888844093390746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/2295888844093390746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-big.html' title='Dream Big'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-8880463407752356987</id><published>2009-03-31T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:50:55.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who is old enough to go to prom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SdKsOzu4H6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/S_Qwb18yloc/s1600-h/IMGP0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319503480282947490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SdKsOzu4H6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/S_Qwb18yloc/s320/IMGP0923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SdKsOn7-apI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kiC4NmRkn4I/s1600-h/IMGP0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319503477116660370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SdKsOn7-apI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kiC4NmRkn4I/s320/IMGP0907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319503365675780322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SdKsIIyZiOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MZlYDNF1FIM/s320/IMGP0904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-8880463407752356987?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/8880463407752356987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=8880463407752356987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8880463407752356987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8880463407752356987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-who-is-old-enough-to-go-to-prom.html' title='Guess who is old enough to go to prom!'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SdKsOzu4H6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/S_Qwb18yloc/s72-c/IMGP0923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-6200413036147618716</id><published>2009-03-23T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:20:01.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of Prince Nafaniel and Princess Kathathalee...</title><content type='html'>haha.. okay so I guess I should explain the title of this entry.. and I will in just a sec.. Let me start from the beginning though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so on Saturday night Nate shows up at my house at nine. So, we were heading out to Layton to go to one of his friend's house and we hop onto Highway 89 and all of the sudden there was this loud strange noise.. and I looked at Nate and I said, "um, Nate? what is that sound?" He quickly pulled over and we got out. He looked under his car and sure enough His muffler had fallen off. How a muffler falls off I am not quite sure. I guess my question is, does it really fall off.. or is it just kind of still attatched? haha.. okay I am definately not educated on cars. Okay, back to the story. So, Nate just looks at me like okay what should we do. I just laughed because if any of you know me, I am not the most reliable resource in this situation. :) Anyway, one of his friends came and picked us up and took us back to my house to grab my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! so I introduced Nate to some good country music. But I guess that is the least important part of this adventure.. but still at least he got to be introduced.. I have a feeling it will grow on him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we drive back to his car and he was under his car trying to fix it and I was talking to him. He wasn't frustrated, but kind of bummed out that it had happened.. and so I said "Nate, tell me a story." So he just starts laughing and he starts the story about once upon a time there lived a prince Nafaniel and princess Kathathalee.. and they were stranded.. and any way.. we got laughing about that for a while.. and all through the night the story kept being altered and it just made light of a stressful situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so me and Nate couldn't fix the car by ourselves, so we drove to his friend's house where the party was, and grabbed one of his friends along with some duct tape and drove back to his car. Nate and his friend ended up duct tapping his muffler back on.. (I guess duct tape really has an endless number of uses :) ) Oh, I forgot my important role in all of this. See, we forgot to bring a flashlight.. so I got to hold everyone's phones and shine the little bit of light under the car so they could see.. I know right.. talent! just call me Kylee :) haha.. Okay, I forgot to mention too that this was a monumental night for me. Something about me that all of my good friends know is that I struggle with left hand turns. Like I am okay turning left if I only have to cross say one lane of traffic, but when I have to cross multiple lanes I just struggle.. I would much rather make a right then turn left then make a u-turn then make a right so I am now in the right direction :) does that make sense? So, since we are on highway 89.. I had to make a left hand turn on the highway not just once.. but a plethera of times! I know right! I am talented! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so after they were done tapping the car Nate tells me to follow behind them in my car. So I said I would. So we get onto the highway and he gets into the fast lane.. and I am just thinking to myself.. "What is he doing in the fast lane?" His friend's house is a right turn off of the slow lane. So I stayed in the other lane and carefully clogged the traffic. haha.. oh gosh.. so then they turn left.. and I had to keep going straight because it was too late for me to turn left.. and I had all these cars honking at me. So any way I call Nate and he picks up and says "Hey ky, I thought you said you were going to follow me" and I start laughing anyway.. they were laughing at me and asking if I knew how to follow people.. I am no good with directions so it was a little bit of a problem I didn't turn left with them. But no worries with alot of explaining from them, I managed to find them. Funny part was is I got behind this really slow car and I start to blinker over.. I was just like what is this car doing going 25 mph in a 50 mph zone.. yeah it ended up being Nate.. duh ky :)  okay so they just park their car in front of this house and they told me they couldn't find the repair shop they were going to take his car too.. So they hopped in and I drove and we hadn't even gone a mile when I said "hey guys, isn't that it right there" they stared at me dumbfounded and said "yeah" so we turned back around got his car and drove it to the repair place. Whoo! We made some progress :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.. okay so after many laughs and help from good friends we made it back to the party. It ended up being midnight by the time we got to the party.. and that means my curfew. So quick goodbyes and I was off. Nate and his friends sat there on the corner watching as I made my triumphant left turn onto the highway. Man, if they hadn't been watching I would've definately turned right.. how embarrassing.. I can just picture Nate telling all his friends like "look she made the left!" and him just being like she can't turn left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. and that is the end of this story! :) the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-6200413036147618716?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/6200413036147618716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=6200413036147618716' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/6200413036147618716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/6200413036147618716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-of-prince-nafaniel-and-princess.html' title='The story of Prince Nafaniel and Princess Kathathalee...'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-490870570236156165</id><published>2009-03-16T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:23:42.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Breakin.. and the simple joys in my life :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sb6GanPeiFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/e14pL4C9sPw/s1600-h/ky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313832402112383058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sb6GanPeiFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/e14pL4C9sPw/s320/ky%27s+college+321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sb6GaS1I6xI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lEDQJ9BwuAw/s1600-h/ky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313832396633205522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sb6GaS1I6xI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lEDQJ9BwuAw/s320/ky%27s+college+282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sb6GZkNLi4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/K4fQb1uEFjM/s1600-h/ky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313832384117574530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sb6GZkNLi4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/K4fQb1uEFjM/s320/ky%27s+college+281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun week.. I don't even know where to begin.. my thoughts are so scattered! All I can say is that I had the absolute time of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start off with I went to Hurricane with a bunch of my friends; jared, garrett, garrick, rob, lindsay, amanda, mandy, and me. Lindsay lives in the cutest house, and all the girls stayed there, and all the guys stayed at Rob's sisters house who also lives in hurricane. It was so fun, on the way down I got to stop and see my great grandma Bird in Salina and that was such a treat! I love being around her. We did everything from bonfires, temple, visitors center, talk until two in the morning, hike zion's, eat, visit the boys friends in St. George, drive, sing, church, bbq.. and just laugh until our stomachs hurt! :) It was so fun to catch up with old friends, and realize some things never change.. I love that. and I also love how we can just pick up right where we all left off. This group of people have been there through it all here at Snow college, and I am so grateful for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we did that from Friday night until Tuesday morning, and then.. I got to see SHAY!!!! whoot whoot! It was so much fun hanging out with her. Oh man, she is such a breath of fresh air. And her sense of humor had me rolling on the floor laughing. Ah! It was so much fun to see her cute house and how she decorated. Dixon and Shay are so cute together, and their home is just so welcoming. If you haven't gotten a chance to stop by make sure you do soon. Me and Shay got to go on a picnic, run, laugh, watch movies, and just catch up with each other. Shay is the only person who just knows me inside out. She knows what I am thinking, even if I don't exactly know what I am thinking. She gets excited for me over the simplest things.. and she just makes me want to become a better person whenever I am around her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to stay there until Wednsday afternoon and then on my way home I stopped by my friend Nate's house and had dinner with his cute family! It was almost a dream that night was.. it was just so much fun! His oldest brother is an artist, and so we got to go to one of his art shows, and that was definately something I had never got to do before.. what a blast! and after we went for ice cream.. the yummiest ice cream I have ever had.. I forgot the name of that place though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On thursday I went and took my mom to lunch. I hope when I grow up I will live close to her.. so that we can do that often! IT was fun to be with my mom's first grade class... and just learn from all of them. After that me and Nate doubled with his cousin and his cousin's feonce. (is that how you spell that?) and we made cookies and burnt most of them.. haha. but it was so much fun.. ducks must like burnt food because they ate all the burnt cookies. :) time sure flies when you are having fun! After that me and my good friend Clarissa went to an opera at capital theatre. I must say this was a first for me! I have never been to an opera. But, it was the funnest time.. and one of the funniest play type thing that I have ever seen! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday I got to go to lunch and shopping with my best friend from high school, Jasmine. And I just love her so much. It was so fun to catch up and just spend the day laughing and hearing stories. She is truly someone whom I admire. aah! that was so fun! That night I just got to play with my family! What a joy! I miss them so much when I am at school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday I got to go to Landon's basketball game.. holy cow he is good.. and so tall! that night we went to dinner to celebrate my grandma Kathy's final chemo treatment! whoo hoo! She is such a trooper.. and I love her so much. Her sense of humor, faith, and laughter is such a blessing in my life. On saturday night my good friend Heidi Nilsen came over and we went and saw Bride Wars, which was funny, and it was just so fun to be in the presence of such a good friend! Heid just turned in her mission papers.. and is leaving soon! whoo.. I am so excited for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday I got to wake up to banana nut pancakes that my dad made.. oh my can you say heaven on earth?! and then we all went on a nice morning walk. Elder Oaks came and spoke with our stake, and I was just amazed at the spirit and the wonderful testimony that he bore. I am so grateful for that opportunity to be in his presence and to feel of his love for us and this gospel. I know this church is true! It was so fun for dinner my grandma and grandpa silcox came and Nate came and Heidi came! It was so fun to have everyone there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, what a long entree! But what a fun week, i am missing it already! But getting ready for the final five weeks of school! Five weeks.. can you believe it?! Boy, time sure flies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-490870570236156165?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/490870570236156165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=490870570236156165' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/490870570236156165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/490870570236156165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-breakin-and-simple-joys-in-my.html' title='Spring Breakin.. and the simple joys in my life :)'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/Sb6GanPeiFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/e14pL4C9sPw/s72-c/ky%27s+college+321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-5164063407153152440</id><published>2009-03-03T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:34:00.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And yet.. another popcorn incident.</title><content type='html'>So, I was telling my friend Nate this story last night, and the first thing he said to me was "oh no ky, not another popcorn story.. you need to stay away from popcorn" haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this story starts out with me getting this grand idea to pop popcorn on the stove.. because it would be so cool to live like the old fashioned people lived.. I soon came to find out why they invented pop corn poppers, and why you should just go the easy route and use the popcorn popper instead of the stove.. so now that we understand this, I will continue with the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I put the pop corn seeds in the pan with some butter, and I get my roomates big see through glass plate to put over the top of the pan so that I could see the popcorn seeds through it.. I know smart of me right :) So then, my roomate comes in and says "Ky, please don't use that plate, that one is my favorite, and i don't want it to break." So I smile at her, and I said "Em, don't worry, I have done this before, and I have used your plate before, it won't break.." So, I continue on this grand adventure of making popcorn.. I am so cool right? :) anyway, so my whole pan starts smoking, I guess there wasn't enough butter in the bottom or something.. so I start shakin the pan, and sure enough the popcorn starts popping! Whoot! genius.. and I was so excited it actually worked! So then it didn't pop at a steady pace so the popcorn turned into this fantastic black color, and it smelt divine too.. :) so I quickly remove the pan from the stove along with the smoking popcorn.. I grab my hot pad, remove the plate, and put it under water to wash it.. and all of the sudden this plate just cracks! I just stared at it in utter disbelief. I was just thinking to myself.. how did this happen.. anyway I ran and hid the plate under my bed, so that my roomate wouldn't see. I felt like I was five when you would break something or do something and you would do anything so that your mom wouldn't find out.. haha.. anyway,  I was in sure high hopes that I would be able to find a new plate. Um, I was wrong.. wasn't able to find one.. so after a restless sleep of glass plates coming to get me in my dreams, I confessed today to my roomate.. and the only thing she said to me was "Kylee, I told you that would happen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story.. listen to your roomates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Morale of the story.. stay away from popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd morale of the story.. don't try to be cool and live like you were part of the olden days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and quick lesson of the day for you.. if boys want to cook you lunch and they get this grand idea to feed you roman noodles with tuna in it.. kindly come up with an excuse; like I already ate, or I forgot I have a test right now.... I would then leave the premisis as quickly as you can.... just a tip..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-5164063407153152440?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/5164063407153152440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=5164063407153152440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/5164063407153152440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/5164063407153152440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-yet-another-popcorn-incident.html' title='And yet.. another popcorn incident.'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-5383502212134042271</id><published>2009-03-02T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:58:09.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am...&lt;br /&gt;A daughter of my Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;a chocolate lover,&lt;br /&gt;a singer in the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;confident when I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;young,&lt;br /&gt;smart sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;a blond,&lt;br /&gt;a nerd,&lt;br /&gt;a dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;confused,&lt;br /&gt;goal oriented,&lt;br /&gt;a chick flick movie lover,&lt;br /&gt;a student,&lt;br /&gt;a twin,&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-5383502212134042271?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/5383502212134042271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=5383502212134042271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/5383502212134042271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/5383502212134042271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-8558935562191889507</id><published>2009-02-24T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:06:07.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh...</title><content type='html'>Okay.. so this blog is dedicated to shaylee. because I think only she will appreciate this and laugh as hard as I do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it all started today in my speech class. Today, I had to give an informative speech. So I chose to inform my class about how to make caramel popcorn. Well, for the introduction of my speech I took a bite of the already made caramel popcorn.. I swallowed the popcorn and everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now imagine you are in the audience of my class watching me give my speech about how to make caramel popcorn.. and then all of the sudden about three minutes into it I all the sudden cough and a big piece of popcorn comes flying out of my mouth clear to the middle of the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. if you could visualize that somewhat.. that is exactly what happened to me. And it was so embarrassing. Everyone's eyes were the size of tennis balls as they just stared at me as if to say "eew.. oh my gosh, did that really just happen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably wondering my reaction to this.. well I just stared back at them and I just started to laugh and I said "Oh my gosh, did that come from my mouth?!" haha.. and me and my whole class just busted a gut.. and I tried to regain my compsure to continue my speech about caramel popcorn.. as if they want to even listen now.. they were in histarics laughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thankfully got through my speech.. and I was just laughing so hard! Honestly, who does that?! haha... Shay, I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-8558935562191889507?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/8558935562191889507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=8558935562191889507' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8558935562191889507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8558935562191889507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/02/uh.html' title='Uh...'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-3623959817554716892</id><published>2009-02-16T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:49:33.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>Hey! So, I hope that you all had as good as Valentines as I did :)&lt;br /&gt;My day started when my friend Heidi came down to spend the weekend with me. We have been friends since I can remember.. gosh I think I was three and she was four when we met in California. We are both twins. Since Shay got married in May and her twin Heather is engaged and getting married in March we decided that we'd party up the single life in Ephraim :) haha.. We laughed until our stomachs hurt, cried, watched some great chick flicks, ate good food, overall it was just a really fun weekend. We got to visit the Manti temple, which was beautiful with all of the snow covered trees around it. Heidi is truly someone whom I admire.. I am so blessed and grateful for such a good friend. Happy Valentines :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-3623959817554716892?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/3623959817554716892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=3623959817554716892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/3623959817554716892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/3623959817554716892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-4541681087460837359</id><published>2009-02-05T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:51:29.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scariest Moment of My Life....</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I only have a few minutes.. but I have to blog about this one.&lt;br /&gt;So, today at about five o clock, I decide that I need to head out the door to work. But before I do, I decided to stop for a quick bathroom break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick explanation. My bathroom has a shower in it.. not the tub with a shower.. but a shower with a door that swings open and shut with the gray foggy glass kind.. you know what I am talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. back to the story.. so I go in my bathroom and my roomate Melanie was in my room.. and some of my other roomates were home. But I go into the bathroom and almost sit down.. and I look over to my shower and there is this man in my shower! I don't think I have ever screamed so loud in my life.. I was just trying to not pee my pants as I frantically tried to get out of the bathroom. The bathroom door was locked so I kept trying to open the door.. and I was still screaming and looking at this shadowy figure of this man in my shower! (which is one of my greatest fears by the way..) but the door never seems to open fast enough when you need it too. Well, my roomate Melanie who was in my room was so concerned as to what was going on in the bathroom.. Cause I just kept screaming at the top of my lungs. So, I finally make it out of my room and told Mel that there is a guy in our shower. Well, I hear all of this laughing, and I don't dare see who is in my bathroom.. so I walk out all panicked and my roomate is rolling on the floor with tears streaming down her face because she is laughing so hard. She couldn't spit any words out. So I march back into my bathroom. Open the shower door, and long and behold stands a 6 foot tall cardboard Edward (from twilight) standing in my shower! Oh my gosh.. I think me and my roomates laughed for a good half hour at this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets even better. The funny part of this story was around lunch time, My roomate was doing the same thing to my other roomates shower. And I helped her. I told her that she had to do it to Melanie. So she put it in my shower to scare Melanie, and I had completely forgotten that she put it there.. oh my gosh! Never a dull moment in the life of Kylee that's for sure :) Love ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-4541681087460837359?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/4541681087460837359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=4541681087460837359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4541681087460837359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4541681087460837359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/02/scariest-moment-of-my-life.html' title='Scariest Moment of My Life....'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-1532946356691274808</id><published>2009-02-03T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:11:26.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that my Redeemer lives;&lt;br /&gt;What comfort this sweet sentence gives!&lt;br /&gt;He lives, He lives, who once was dead;&lt;br /&gt;He lives, my ever living Head.&lt;br /&gt;He lives to bless me with His love,&lt;br /&gt;He lives to plead for me above.&lt;br /&gt;He lives my hungry soul to feed,&lt;br /&gt;He lives to help in time of need.&lt;br /&gt;He lives to grant me rich supply,&lt;br /&gt;He lives to guide me with His eye,&lt;br /&gt;He lives to comfort me when faint,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He lives to hear my soul’s complaint&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He lives to silence all my fears&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He lives to wipe away my tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He lives to calm my troubled heart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He lives all blessings to impart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lives and loves me to the end;&lt;br /&gt;He lives, and while He lives, I’ll sing;&lt;br /&gt;He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.&lt;br /&gt;He lives and grants me daily breath;&lt;br /&gt;He lives, and I shall conquer death:&lt;br /&gt;He lives my mansion to prepare;&lt;br /&gt;He lives to bring me safely there.&lt;br /&gt;He lives, all glory to His Name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives,I know that my Redeemer lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-1532946356691274808?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/1532946356691274808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=1532946356691274808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1532946356691274808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1532946356691274808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-that-my-redeemer-lives-what.html' title=''/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-7732383767996079153</id><published>2009-01-30T23:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:21:25.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>For some reason I like to think best at night.. here are some of the thoughts on my mind right now..&lt;br /&gt;-Life is great.. I have truly been blessed&lt;br /&gt;-The paths, bridges, and the twists and turns I have been through have been worth it.&lt;br /&gt;-Laughter is the best thing in this whole entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Okay I will expand a little bit on this one. So tonight we had enrichment. And for enrichment we had a late night.. and for this late night I think I have gotten out of my comfort zone more than ever before.. and boy did we laugh until our hearts were full and our eyes were wet. We played this game kind of like improv.. but not.. ask me for details later.. haha.. but it was so much fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-I wonder what is ahead this semester&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Hard work is worth it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-I love being a twin.. and being able to read each other's thoughts.. shay always knows when I need a phone call.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-I love that the world is so small.. I can honestly make a connection with so many people because of a common friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... and there are a few others on my mind.. but i don't have words for them.. haha.. I have no idea how to get them on paper :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-7732383767996079153?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/7732383767996079153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=7732383767996079153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7732383767996079153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7732383767996079153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-7362767861617424307</id><published>2009-01-28T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:32:34.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SYFNMnOFYLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/didbtPVvN0E/s1600-h/ky+367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296599515846238386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SYFNMnOFYLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/didbtPVvN0E/s320/ky+367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SYFNMQAekCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/snPUDcJtHtk/s1600-h/ky+910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296599509615153186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SYFNMQAekCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/snPUDcJtHtk/s320/ky+910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today marks a monumental event in our family! Lyndee aka L-K, dee, lou, lynd.. turned SIXTEEN today. I can't believe how fast time flies. There are so many things I love about lyndee. I love her laugh. I love how she attracts everyone to her. She holds the world in her hands.. and can accomplish anything that she sets her mind to. Lyndee is passionate and puts her whole heart into everything she does. She isn't afraid to be herself. She is confident. She is loving. She is talented. She is smart. She is my friend! Happy Birthday Dee.. I hope it was a great one!&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/1321562559286556617-7362767861617424307?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/7362767861617424307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=7362767861617424307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7362767861617424307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7362767861617424307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-sixteen.html' title='Sweet Sixteen'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SYFNMnOFYLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/didbtPVvN0E/s72-c/ky+367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-1162221375885190912</id><published>2008-12-04T19:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:04:04.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wanthighmarks.com/finals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 471px;" src="http://wanthighmarks.com/finals.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/STUDEN%7E1.HT1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/STUDEN%7E1.HT1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-1162221375885190912?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/1162221375885190912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=1162221375885190912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1162221375885190912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1162221375885190912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-6089212353354965480</id><published>2008-11-13T09:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:16:51.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright.. so the tag was to go to my pictures open the fourth folder and post the fourth picture.. here is what I came up with :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268191681591694226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SRxgbB3w05I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ilf4qIbsiUc/s320/ky+365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's me in Florida! :) haha.. This was my funnest vacation I have ever been on.. We went for almost two weeks to Florida my jr. year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright.. I tag.. Shay, Dixon, and Jena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-6089212353354965480?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/6089212353354965480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=6089212353354965480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/6089212353354965480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/6089212353354965480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SRxgbB3w05I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ilf4qIbsiUc/s72-c/ky+365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-1650949243890017753</id><published>2008-11-12T18:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:05:38.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it! My little sister Kenadee turns 12 TODAY! Where has all the time gone? It is tradition on birthday's to share some things we love about the birthday person.&lt;br /&gt;1. Kenadee can make anyone laugh.. her laughter is contagious&lt;br /&gt;2. I love Kena's expertise dance moves&lt;br /&gt;3. I love how she is in love with Zach Efron and Nick Jonas.. and trust me.. she is their #1 fan&lt;br /&gt;4. I love her compassion for others.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love how she can make an instant friend wherever she goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Kit Kat! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Blow out the candles and make a wish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-1650949243890017753?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/1650949243890017753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=1650949243890017753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1650949243890017753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1650949243890017753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-4489094354516817185</id><published>2008-11-10T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:36:27.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.. I can't decide on a background :) so.. it might change in just a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-4489094354516817185?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/4489094354516817185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=4489094354516817185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4489094354516817185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4489094354516817185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-3415716053662555478</id><published>2008-11-09T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:22:26.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found one of my new favorite quotes: "When you can't sleep don't count sheep, talk to the shepard"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-3415716053662555478?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/3415716053662555478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=3415716053662555478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/3415716053662555478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/3415716053662555478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-found-one-of-my-new-favorite-quotes.html' title=''/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-9039802246099798114</id><published>2008-10-20T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:59:08.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fun UEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPzgoaypQAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Skh5iERpUyE/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259325449853026306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPzgoaypQAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Skh5iERpUyE/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPzgoXEDP4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/bkXQNg5F2OE/s1600-h/lynd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259325448852291458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPzgoXEDP4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/bkXQNg5F2OE/s320/lynd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPzgor5NjzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ayDdmIqhegU/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259325454443974450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPzgor5NjzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ayDdmIqhegU/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at frightmares with my cousin Kourt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPzgo5zqHiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZFC-5fmlqxM/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259325458178776610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPzgo5zqHiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZFC-5fmlqxM/s320/mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I could not have asked for a funner UEA! We were the only college in Utah to get both thursday and friday off.. so my break started Wednesday right after school:) A few of my roomates stayed with me and we had movie watching night.. filled with Emperor's New Groove, and Ice Age, and Gilmore Girls.. Aah! loved every moment.. and if you have never seen Emperor's New Groove, you need too.. because you will laugh so hard.. isn't it funny how as we grow older we actually understand all of the jokes in the little kid movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to take my roomate to get her cast off.. and they use a cool saw! Along with that we went to Sub Zero ice cream and had the yummiest chocolate peanut butter ice cream cone ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to go watch Lynde play in her quarter final soccer game. Go Davis! I didn't realize how good of a soccer player my sister is.. but she is amazing! I loved watching her play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom took all of us kids to the pumpkin patch.. and I will have to post those pictures later.. but I haven't been to a pumpkin patch in years! it was a blast.. Syd kept wanting to get the biggest pumpkin in the whole patch to take home and carve. haha.. we got some good laughs over that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Friday we went "on the tour" as my mom likes to say :) We got this pass called a connect pass. It is $20 for adults to go.. and you get to do all of these things in salt lake like eat at the lion house, ride the tracks, childrens museum, aquarium, planetarium, butte gardens, the zoo, this is the place state park, the olympic park, and thanksgiving point. all for $20. So we planned our day out and hit as much of them as we could! We were beat by the end of  the day.. but it was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday we were off to watch Syd play in her last soccer game! GO SWEET PEAS! Syd played great! I think she is going to follow in Lyndee's footsteps when she is older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that he headed to frightmares along with the whole state of Utah. I think that was a record people breaker for Lagoon.. haha.. there were so many people there! but it was a blast.. Me and Lyndee were ride buddies! :) and I love how Landon still will hold my hand! aah! it was a blast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a great weekend! I love my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-9039802246099798114?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/9039802246099798114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=9039802246099798114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/9039802246099798114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/9039802246099798114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-fun-uea.html' title='My fun UEA'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPzgoaypQAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Skh5iERpUyE/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-4534312226198080382</id><published>2008-10-13T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:34:42.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What an adventure of a weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOf3bsHfCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TJUfTmuDuRw/s1600-h/n733311794_1022786_2410%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256720964745919522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOf3bsHfCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TJUfTmuDuRw/s320/n733311794_1022786_2410%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, this is what life as a college student look like =) Friends walking down the street and talking with each other and laughing! Welcome to SNOW! On the left is my roomate Liz, in the Middle is Emma, and on i'm on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOf3fFwPaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bK5cY2CsK78/s1600-h/n503980331_4392650_9614%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256720965658754466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOf3fFwPaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bK5cY2CsK78/s320/n503980331_4392650_9614%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOf3cvxH6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/7seoCCIC29A/s1600-h/n503980331_4392651_1667%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256720965029666722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOf3cvxH6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/7seoCCIC29A/s320/n503980331_4392651_1667%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOf3hrQbAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XzAHE-xYC-c/s1600-h/n503980331_4392648_8800%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256720966352923650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOf3hrQbAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XzAHE-xYC-c/s320/n503980331_4392648_8800%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so on Saturday night Liz, Jena, and me were sitting there looking at some videos with my roomate. Saturday was homecoming and we just were hanging out. Well all of the sudden a video of the Mo-tab comes on and Jena was saying how she has never been to the tabernacle to hear the Mo- Tab sing before.. she had only been to the conference center. (take note this was at eleven o'clock that night) and so Jena says "guys we should go see that sometime" and Liz responds with "We should go see them tomorrow!" and we all yell "yeah!"  So Liz called her parents who live in Salt Lake and told them we were coming up.. and all three of us hopped in Liz's car and drove up to Salt Lake. We got there at about one thirty.. And I am not spontaneous at all.. and I almost didn't go.. In fact, Jena and Liz had to about force me to go..  I was literally on the verge of not going. But it was a BLAST! and I am so glad I didn't miss it. Liz's house was beautiful! We went to the spoken word on Sunday and afterword we went and watched the Joseph Smith movie where my testimony was strengthened so much! What a fun, random trip! I love these girls too! They are like my sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOfpQdkTMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wgTI76KY-Vg/s1600-h/n733311794_1026735_124%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256720721213934786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOfpQdkTMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wgTI76KY-Vg/s320/n733311794_1026735_124%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOfpk5hx7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/SC8KoBlDiXE/s1600-h/n733311794_1026664_9908%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256720726699919282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOfpk5hx7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/SC8KoBlDiXE/s320/n733311794_1026664_9908%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOfp_WpOPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-k8LO9P_H58/s1600-h/n733311794_1026650_5158%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256720733801363698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOfp_WpOPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-k8LO9P_H58/s320/n733311794_1026650_5158%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ROOMATES.. all ten of us! :) starting on the left you got Lisa, April, Mel, Whit, Liz, Me, Casey, Marleen, Amanda, and Emma! I learn so much from these girls! they are all so cute.. and I think that we have way too much fun together! :) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOfqIaKstI/AAAAAAAAAE4/i5cIGggvBQI/s1600-h/n733311794_1022691_5054%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256720736232059602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOfqIaKstI/AAAAAAAAAE4/i5cIGggvBQI/s320/n733311794_1022691_5054%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my ambassador team! For homecoming our theme was "roundin up the students" so half dressed up like cowboys and the other half as students. It was so much fun! aah! I loved every second! I feel so blessed to be on a team with these guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOfqFpEhFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ygg53W1uTpo/s1600-h/n733311794_1022811_7646%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256720735489262674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOfqFpEhFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ygg53W1uTpo/s320/n733311794_1022811_7646%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FOOTBALL GAME! It was perfect weather too.. well until it started SNOWING! thank goodness for hot chocolate! haha.. This game was a lot of fun! We won it too by the way.. Snow is ranked #2 in the nation! Whoot Whoot! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-4534312226198080382?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/4534312226198080382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=4534312226198080382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4534312226198080382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4534312226198080382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-adventure-of-weekend.html' title='What an adventure of a weekend!'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SPOf3bsHfCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TJUfTmuDuRw/s72-c/n733311794_1022786_2410%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-2713739512501088623</id><published>2008-10-06T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:42:12.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SOpng30IDnI/AAAAAAAAACo/LFjp727AVfw/s1600-h/kylee+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254125729717161586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SOpng30IDnI/AAAAAAAAACo/LFjp727AVfw/s320/kylee+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SOpng3BIAII/AAAAAAAAACw/aSAkyIQ6wi4/s1600-h/kylee+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254125729503248514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SOpng3BIAII/AAAAAAAAACw/aSAkyIQ6wi4/s320/kylee+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SOpnhIGrbLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0ZWCUeQ5LEg/s1600-h/kylee+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SOpnhthSfxI/AAAAAAAAADA/xF-OlaXGPg4/s1600-h/kylee+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254125744133668626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SOpnhthSfxI/AAAAAAAAADA/xF-OlaXGPg4/s320/kylee+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SOpnhprjvPI/AAAAAAAAADI/-oZmaIRe5L4/s1600-h/kylee+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254125743102999794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SOpnhprjvPI/AAAAAAAAADI/-oZmaIRe5L4/s320/kylee+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh  my! What a fun weekend! It started out with a football game with me Landon and Syd! =) Landon is getting quite the arm, and I think Sydnee has the personality where "anything you can do I can do better." haha.. it was so fun playing with them. We then ventured off to the Davis football game, and our neighbor stumped us with the hardest hangman game I have ever played! The word was eeyore.. and it took all the adults and little kids about fifteen minutes to finally guess it! Me and Lyndee went and got a shake and just talked for a little while. I love her so much. She is such a great example in my life, and she sure has taught me that some of my greatest teachers are younger than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday we watched CONFERENCE! Now all of those who had the opportunity of watching conference, wasn't it amazing? I feel so refreshed! The gospel is true.. There were so many words of comfort and hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our family went and watched Landon play at his football game. He did so good! I love how cute those little boys are! And my observations that I am sure glad I am not a guy. I think I would cry if my coaches yelled at me.. but those boys love it =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to Red Robin! mmmm! So good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shay, mom, lynd, and me all got to go have a girls night on Saturday night and went and saw the movie "Nights in Rodanthe" and to be honest, I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family pictures were taken on Sunday before grandma kathy loses her hair. She had her first Chemo treatment on Friday. She is the strongest person I have ever met in my life. She has the best sense of humor and outlook on life. I hope that I can become more like her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now.... back in Ephraim there are leaves all over the ground, the weather is a jacket weather =) and I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-2713739512501088623?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/2713739512501088623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=2713739512501088623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/2713739512501088623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/2713739512501088623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-what-fun-weekend-it-started-out.html' title=''/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SOpng30IDnI/AAAAAAAAACo/LFjp727AVfw/s72-c/kylee+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-292064832339244167</id><published>2008-09-28T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:07:47.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom and Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am the luckiest girl in the whole world to have the parents that I do. My mom and dad just turned 42 in the last two weeks.. and one tradition we have in our family is tell the things that we love about the person whose birthday it is.. and I can't pass up that opportunity.. even if it is a little belated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SOBUOq5jPaI/AAAAAAAAACg/NpM6MPgssuk/s1600-h/ky+364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251289776524574114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SOBUOq5jPaI/AAAAAAAAACg/NpM6MPgssuk/s320/ky+364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my dad's birthday was first I will start with him! My dad is one of the funniest, most caring, hardworking person that I have ever met in my life. I can't talk to my dad without laughing or smiling at one thing or another. Here are just a few treasured memories that I have with my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My dad surprised me at work one day. He called my boss and told asked her if I could have the night off. So my boss called me and told me that my dad needed me to go home. I was so worried that something was wrong.. but I walked in the door of my house and my dad said "Kylee you look beautiful! Are you ready to go?" and I asked "go where?" and he just told me to hop in the car. So I did.. and we drove to Salt Lake and he took me to training table.. I was so confused as to why we drove clear to Salt Lake to go to training table.. but after dinner we were crossing the street and this big sign said that Michael Buble was playing in concert that night.. and my dad surprised me with 10th row tickets to the concert. I had so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-It was my first semester in college and it was the monday of finals week and my dad surprised me by coming down to school and bringing me a good luck present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My dad loves to talk in different accents. On the way home from a vacation he talked in and Irish accent for at least a half hour straight.. and we all could not stop laughing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- This summer my dad would often saunder down the stairs late at night and find me just sitting there and he would sit and talk.. I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I love the little texts I get!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He can make everything okay.. no matter what the situation is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He loves to have fun! I love that when we go on vacations we can always plan on having tons of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My dad loves to rhyme.. and sometimes he just gets on these rolls.. and can rhyme and rhyme and rhyme.. and we all just sit and laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He is the best on the bbq and breakfast and cookies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday dad! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for my mom =) My mom is the most sincere, tender hearted, strongest, patient, most friendly person that I have ever known. I admire her so much.. and I feel that if I could even be half the person that she is when I grow up I would be so happy. Here are some of my most treasured memories and things that I love with my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- This summer I was out talking with this boy that I really liked until two o clock in the morning.. it was one of those DTR talks.. and I came in and ran downstairs to my room.. well I hear someone coming down the stairs.. and I thought it was my dad, so I pretended to be asleep.. but it was my sweet mom. She came in and said "Ky?" and I was so surprised! I was like "Mom?" and she ran to my bed and layed down and grabbed some blankets.. (I was sleeping in Shay's bed that night for some reason) and she said okay.. tell me everything. Me and my mom talked for at least an hour and a half.. and she is just my best friend.. with me through thick and through thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Me and mom were in church many times this summer in sunday school and would just bust a gut laughing at something or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My mom is constantly laughing.. I love the sound of her laugh.. it is music to my ears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-She is known for her pumpkin, banana, and zucchini bread.. and her sunday dinners!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I had home release my last semester of high school and me and my mom would eat lunch together.. and we would go shopping, and just sit and talk for hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My mom came to school to take me to see the Emma Smith movie! and we could cry together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My mom would always leave me notes that just made my day to find!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Me and my mom got lost on snow mobiles one time.. and we were scared for our lives! I just remember we said so many prayers that day.. and we got lots of laughs out of that afterwords!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My mom made me try out for colorguard captain.. and I thought that I would never make it and was on the verge of not trying out.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My mom would always dance around the kitchen doing cheers! I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My mom is my biggest cheerleader!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you mom.. happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-292064832339244167?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/292064832339244167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=292064832339244167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/292064832339244167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/292064832339244167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-mom-and-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom and Dad!'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SOBUOq5jPaI/AAAAAAAAACg/NpM6MPgssuk/s72-c/ky+364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-3087351774520721142</id><published>2008-09-17T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:13:51.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Shay and Dixon =)</title><content type='html'>haha.. so today I get on and I am re reading what I wrote last night on my blog.. I was so sleepy last night.. but anyway.. I opened up my blog.. and just started laughing.. cause the picture of Shay and Dixon is the first picture you see when my page plops up.. and it looks like I am the one that is married :) hahaha.. Oh man.. I could not get those pictures to cooperate with me last night.. so that picture had to be first, but I didn't think anything of it until just now.. Sorry Shay and Dixon! Just know I love you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-3087351774520721142?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/3087351774520721142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=3087351774520721142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/3087351774520721142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/3087351774520721142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry-shay-and-dixon.html' title='Sorry Shay and Dixon =)'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-4618887267236990108</id><published>2008-09-16T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:58:43.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SNCNVYJz7YI/AAAAAAAAACY/GEfxtZNVj1E/s1600-h/kylee+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246848964286999938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SNCNVYJz7YI/AAAAAAAAACY/GEfxtZNVj1E/s320/kylee+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SNCMme8nsgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0ZmKcfCg6Og/s1600-h/kylee+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246848158656868866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SNCMme8nsgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0ZmKcfCg6Og/s320/kylee+221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SNCHaQF0HFI/AAAAAAAAACA/-CPIycfsbso/s1600-h/ky+356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246842450952330322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SNCHaQF0HFI/AAAAAAAAACA/-CPIycfsbso/s320/ky+356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SNCMHTXvIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/YHUrxI3SgkM/s1600-h/ky+355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246847622973432082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SNCMHTXvIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/YHUrxI3SgkM/s320/ky+355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been in such a reflective mood today.. and all I can think about is my cute family. I thought I would share some thoughts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My family is my very best friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My favorite trip was going to Florida with them.. and I got stuck in between the wall and the bed.. and me and Lyndee were laughing so hard cause they couldn't pull me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I love to be a cheerleader and go watch Landon play football and Lyndee play soccer and Kena dance and Sydnee play soccer and Shay working :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When we were little we would go on Sunday drives alot of Sundays. We would drive around for hours.. I didn't love it when I was little.. but I love it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Landon gives the best hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My parents listen to me no matter what.. they are the most selfless people I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Me and Lyndee and Shay would always make up dances when we were little.. my favorite was the Rockin Robin dance.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Dad always makes vacations fun.. he is a little kid at heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mom's homeade pumpkin, banana, and zuccini bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh there are so many things I could say.. these are just a sample. I love them so much! They are my life savers.. They lift me up on a daily basis.. and I look up to them so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-4618887267236990108?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/4618887267236990108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=4618887267236990108' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4618887267236990108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4618887267236990108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SNCNVYJz7YI/AAAAAAAAACY/GEfxtZNVj1E/s72-c/kylee+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-1597768034407660974</id><published>2008-09-10T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:11:29.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was the best of days.. it was the worst of days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SMgfWzwdljI/AAAAAAAAABo/9ypPH-bNGCw/s1600-h/mel+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244476242783999538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SMgfWzwdljI/AAAAAAAAABo/9ypPH-bNGCw/s320/mel+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay.. so first off.. I will start by saying.. what an adventureful saturday! You might be looking at these pictures and start to panic.. but no worries everything turned out just fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backing up a little bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days before Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wess:&lt;/em&gt; KYLEE! Do you want to go on a date four wheeling on Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kylee: &lt;/em&gt;Oh my! That sounds like so much fun! I would love to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wess: &lt;/em&gt;Sweet! We will pick you up at eleven am on Saturday. Oh, and do you possibly have a friend who would want to come too? My friend needs&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SMgfW3aEf1I/AAAAAAAAABw/Oe_V7iCx_kA/s1600-h/mel+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244476243763822418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SMgfW3aEf1I/AAAAAAAAABw/Oe_V7iCx_kA/s320/mel+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a date :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kylee:&lt;/em&gt; My roomate Melanie would love to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wess: &lt;/em&gt;Sweet! Sounds like a plan! See ya then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was how this whole adventure started :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday they were right on time! Me and Mel were stoked! We were so excited to hang out with these cute nice boys and just have a great time! So, we got to Joel's (Mel's date) house and hopped on the four wheelers.. and I was wondering why they didn't give us helmets to wear.. but I didn't ask.. but anyway.. so there was &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SMgfXAcJnOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/muslD0-0MNw/s1600-h/mel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;three couples. Me and Wess, Mel and Joel, and Kurt and Ashley. And there were three four wheelers so we just rode together. Oh my it was so much fun! We got to this hidden lake in the mountains and there was this giant rope swing and everyone jumped off of it into the f &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SMgfXAcJnOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/muslD0-0MNw/s1600-h/mel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;reezing lake except me and Ash.. I should have done it, but I was such a chicken.. that water looked freezing :) The boys started a campfire and we roa &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SMgfXAcJnOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/muslD0-0MNw/s1600-h/mel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sted hot dogs and we had such a fun picnic. Honestly, it was one of the funnest things I have ever done. It was so nice being up in the mountains and getting away for a little bit. The boys were so nice.. actually some of the nicest, funniest guys I have ever met.. So good company, good food, great activity, beautful &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SMgfXAcJnOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/muslD0-0MNw/s1600-h/mel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;wa &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SMgfXAcJnOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/muslD0-0MNw/s1600-h/mel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;rm day.. it couldn't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the boys drove the four wheelers to the lake and so they wanted the girls to have their turn and drive back to Joel's house. Well Me and Wess headed out first and Mel and Joel were right behind us, and Kurt and Ash were right behind them.. Well we were about ten minutes away from Joel's house and me and Wess had just went around this big hill. Right before we went over &lt;div&gt;it we looked back and sure enough Mel was right behind me. Well we look back about a minute later and I was completely dissoritented.. I had no idea where I was.. this was definately not the way we had came. So, me and Wess decided to wait for everyone, and after five minutes of waiting we decided to keep going, because Wess knew where I was at. Well my phone starts to ring just as we were getting out of the canyon.. so I answered it, and it was Joel saying "Kylee you need to come back to that big hill" and I asked what was wrong and he said "We rolled the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;four whe&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244476246188465378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SMgfXAcJnOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/muslD0-0MNw/s320/mel+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;eler.." And I asked if he was okay.. he was and then I asked if Mel was okay. He seemed panicked and said he didn't know. She was concious but couldn't get up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wess and me hurried back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SMgfXAcJnOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/muslD0-0MNw/s1600-h/mel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there Mel was just laying there on the hill on her stomach. there was a jeep that was "diggin" or four wheelin.. and we flagged him down and he came over.. he happened to be in the emt class and he took a look at her and called the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambulance came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put Mel on a stretcher wrapped her all up like on all the movies and put her in the ambulance. I got to ride in the ambulance with her.. I got to sit in the front seat. I've never got to be in an ambulance before, so that in itself was quite the adventure! I was amazed Melanie didn't cry once. She had the bravest face I have ever seen.. and all of the emt's were grandpa's and Mel made best friends with them! I admire her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too familiar with hospitals I have never been in the ER.. but man that is a happinin and busy place. It took the doctors four hours to take all of the X-rays and to figure out what to do.. the doctors in smaller towns don't always have the equipment they need.. so they decided to send Mel up North in an ambulance. They wouldn't let me ride in the ambulance this time.. And those cute boys were exhausted.. by this time it was eight at night and they had been waiting in the waiting room all night.. anyway I told them to go home, and I just started crying.. I had been tough all day, and had called Mel's parents to tell them the details.. I just broke when I got into my car. I called my friend Jared.. and Jared drove me up north to meet Mel's parents at the Provo hospital. Mel ended up being okay.. she got to provo and the doctor said there would be no surgery and nothing was really broken except her wrist. . and she was very very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jared got back to ephraim about three am.. what a crazy day! I am so thankful that Mel is okay! It has put me in such a reflective mood.. Life's can be taken away so fast.. IT makes me so grateful for the people in my life and for just every second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SMgfXAcJnOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/muslD0-0MNw/s1600-h/mel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-1597768034407660974?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/1597768034407660974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=1597768034407660974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1597768034407660974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1597768034407660974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-was-best-of-days-it-worst-of-days.html' title='It was the best of days.. it was the worst of days...'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SMgfWzwdljI/AAAAAAAAABo/9ypPH-bNGCw/s72-c/mel+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-8181190019355229265</id><published>2008-09-03T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:21:42.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it or not.. I have a twin..</title><content type='html'>Haha.. so today I am looking over our ward list and the pictures with all of the girls in my ward.. and I see this girl that no kidding looks exactly like me. I looked at the name, and I looked at the picture.. and it was a different girl by the name of I think Sarah.. which is funny because that used to be my nickname.. or part of a nickname when I was little (haha.. shay you will get that part=)) Anyway.. so.. she has dark hair and brown eyes.. so we aren't identical.. but she has the same nose, chin, and smile as me! Weird huh! Shay doesn't even look that much like me.. crazy huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-8181190019355229265?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/8181190019355229265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=8181190019355229265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8181190019355229265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8181190019355229265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/09/believe-it-or-not-i-have-twin.html' title='Believe it or not.. I have a twin..'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-6067520844961182446</id><published>2008-08-27T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:47:40.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History Class</title><content type='html'>You know those days where you are in class and the teacher is teaching and you know they are saying something really important that is going to be on the test? And your eyelids just feel so heavy, but you try your hardest to fight to stay awake. You fidget around with your backpack, put lip gloss on, doodle on your notes, drink water, stretch.. and yet nothing seems to work? Then you look at the clock and no time has passed at all.. and you know your doomed?!:) Well.. that was how history was for me the other day.. and I guess I was dozing off but woke up really fast only to look up and find this kid laughing at me. hahah.. I mean I think I would laugh at me too.. I was probably quite the sight! But still.. full on laughing at me! haha.. so that woke me up.. I was so embarrassed.. and after class he comes up to me and says I am so sorry, but you just made my day.. I guess he had been dozing off too and woke up with a start and looked back at the class only to see me doing the exact same thing! Next class period he brought me smarties.. so that I could stay awake.. funny huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-6067520844961182446?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/6067520844961182446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=6067520844961182446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/6067520844961182446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/6067520844961182446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/08/history-class.html' title='History Class'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-3517128820142415446</id><published>2008-08-27T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:41:39.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>Oh man! I am trying to figure out how to start this story! =) Okay, so being on leadership, one of the things I have an opportunity to get to do is welcome our foreign exchange students to snow.. and show them where they live and get them all settled in. It is such a neat opportunity, and my heart truly reaches out to them. Can you imagine moving thousands of miles to a new country only know how to speak a tiny bit of english.. I mean we don't even have the same alphabet! I don't think I could do it! Okay, so anyway.. their plane didn't fly in until late at night so they didn't arrive here until about eleven o' clock. Anyway, so a bunch of us were there ready to greet them.. and me and my friend meet our fellow students who had just had a two day long flight.. and Kylee realizes her car can't fit all of their luggage let alone all of their luggage plus me, my friend, and these two students! So, I didn't know what to do.. So luckily they had the wheeley suitcases.. but I felt so bad cause we just had to walk around trying to find out where they live. I thought I knew where they lived.. but when we got to where I thought their apartments were.. there were no apartments.. PROBLEMO! so.. we kept walking.. I ran back and got my car and tried to drive ahead.. and by this time about a half hour has passed with the four of us trugging the streets of Ephraim late late at night. Anyway, so we finally found one of their apartments and get them all settled in.. and we walk back out to my car to take the other student to his apartment.. and I realize that my keys are no where to be found.. haha.. I couldn't help but just laugh to myself.. because these poor people.. they travel all this way to only travel more.. and now my keys are gone! So with much ado.. we searched for my keys and eventually found them as we retraced my tracks :) haha.. then my keys almost got locked in my car with all of the luggage.. but we won't go there.. but so then this other student didn't live in apartments.. he lived in like a town house.. and I didn't have an address.. so we were just driving around looking for a white town house in the general area that it was supposed to be in.. and we saw a house and we were like "AH HA!" we have found it! and we tried the key.. and it didn't work.. pretty sure a family lived in the house that we were trying to get into.. I am sure they thought we were trying to break in.. so we drove around for like ten minutes.. and now it is about midnight.. and we finally make a few phone calls and get pointed in the right direction.. And we all made it home in one peace.. I hope I didn't traumatize these guys to much.. So the lesson to be learned is.. if you get to host people and show them where they will be going.. make sure you find where you are going before you try to show them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-3517128820142415446?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/3517128820142415446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=3517128820142415446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/3517128820142415446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/3517128820142415446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/08/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-903354202545912969</id><published>2008-07-07T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:03:00.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a World Where you Can be anything.. Be yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So.. I was just sitting here today when I came across this quote "In a world where you can be anything, be yourself" and I just thought to myself.. How simple of a thought, and yet how profound! Some days this is such a hard thing to do?! Why?! I have no idea.. good question ky! =) But along with this quote I would simply like to add.. be your best self. So that is what I am going to be today.. me, myself, and I! And I am sure going to try to be the best me that I can be =) Today.. I am Kylee Anderson.. nothing more, and nothing less. I am simply a student trying to make it through alive.. and finding laughs along the way, I am a dreamer, I am a girl of many hopes, I am a daughter of my Heavenly Father, I am a laugher, I am a crier, I am a pathetic chocolate lover, I have a sore spot for play dough ice cream, I am a sister, I am a hopeless romantic, I am a reader, I am a tease, I am a dork, I am a singer to the radio, I a runner when I want to be, I am a flat shoe lover, I am a potential diver, I am a chick flick lover, I am a mess some days, I am a future excellent blogger =) I am a little kid lover, I am me! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SHHNXkMUMII/AAAAAAAAABE/7sTIQ-tBXyE/s1600-h/kylee+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220179247835132034" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="184" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SHHNXkMUMII/AAAAAAAAABE/7sTIQ-tBXyE/s320/kylee+148.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-903354202545912969?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/903354202545912969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=903354202545912969' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/903354202545912969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/903354202545912969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-world-where-you-can-be-anything-be.html' title='In a World Where you Can be anything.. Be yourself'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__xHKpCCWHTI/SHHNXkMUMII/AAAAAAAAABE/7sTIQ-tBXyE/s72-c/kylee+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-4570401733207766138</id><published>2008-06-03T00:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:07:49.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunshine Shay is married!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I must admit, I have been a slacker in all forms of the word for not writing on my blog more often! I would like to apologize to all my fans.. haha.. ;) I will do my best at writing more often.. and as I think about what has been happening lately I could kick myself for not sharing one of the most important days in my whole life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My twin sister aka Sunshine Shay, Shay, "tatoe", best friend in the whole world married her prince charming, Dixon Wade Leavitt on May 28, 2008 in the bountiful temple! oh my! if only I knew how to upload pictures on my blog I would upload them so you could see :) haha.. but my words are going to have to be the pictures you see I guess until I figure out how to blog better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! she couldn't have picked a better day to get married on. It had been raining all week.. but not this day.. it was just beautiful and sunny and just a "Shaylee" day! It was so neat because all my life me and shay would always talk about what boy we would get to meet and then marry. We always dreamed up of how we would meet them, and what they would look like.. and I tell you, it is so neat to me that Shaylee didn't settle for anything.. she found her prince charming, her soul mate! Dixon treats Shay like a queen, and I hope every girl can find a "Dixon" in their life. I tell you what it has definately been a huge hug from my Heavenly Father, to bear witness to me that He has a plan for each of us, and we are all here for a purpose, and he doesn't want us to settle for everything, and that we can be blessed if we live the best we can, and live the commandments the best we can! I am so grateful for Shay's example to me, and I just love and look up to her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so neat to see all of the people that came to Shay's wedding and also to her reception.. Shay and Dixon have just touched so many people's lives, including my own, and it was just so neat that so many people would drive from all over Utah to come and give their best wishes.. it meant so much to me that they have such a strong support system, and I just love everyone who came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah! yay! I am just so happy! I feel so undeserving and yet so blessed at the same time to have Shaylee Anderson Leavitt as my twin sister. I know that Heavenly Father knew that I needed her! What a great gift he has given me, and am forever grateful for the endless blessings that Shay has been in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-4570401733207766138?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/4570401733207766138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=4570401733207766138' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4570401733207766138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4570401733207766138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-sunshine-shay-is-married.html' title='My Sunshine Shay is married!'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-1777987676284621297</id><published>2008-05-23T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:58:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay.. funny story</title><content type='html'>So, I have to share this story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, So I am at work at Kohl's, and I am just minding my own business just folding towels and making the home department of our stoor look nice, and this guy comes up to me with I guess were his sisters. So, I kindly greet them with a hello (as we are told to do) and I ask them if they are finding everything okay.. and they say yep.. well I hear these whispers coming from their direction.. and then all of the sudden I am left with this boy and his sisters run off!! What kind sisters he has! =) And he starts talking to me.. kay.. So, I was just like oh my! what to do, What to do.. So, you know he tries to get a conversation going and I was trying to be nice, without being too nice.. there is a fine line though! Anyway.. so this boy pulls out his phone and is about to use the "hey here's my phone.. oh can I get your number by the way" lines.. and he asks so.. your boyfriend would be pretty upset if he saw me talking to you right now wouldn't he. So, I just quickly thought it out.. and I hate to lie.. but I had too! So, I said yep. But it gets better.. he stayed and talked with me for ever after that.. and just wouldn't leave. Oh my, I was like.. okay than.. and he just was a weird guy.. anyway.. he finally doesn't say anything he just leaves! Phew! Crazy utah boys! Dating life is tough! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. just thought I would share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-1777987676284621297?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/1777987676284621297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=1777987676284621297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1777987676284621297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1777987676284621297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-funny-story.html' title='okay.. funny story'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-8970554252288411551</id><published>2008-05-18T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:55:20.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just reflecting</title><content type='html'>So, you know those nights where your brain just doesn't want to stop thinking??? Here are just some random thoughts that I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shaylee is going to be the prettiest bride! I have the butterflies and the can't eat can't sleep feeling for her.. I am so excited! and Dixon and his family are amazing! I hope that I can be good friends with them too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have the best support system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Play dough ice cream is heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Laughter is the best medicine.. and can brighten any day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Patience is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Little kids are the world's greatest teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I want to wake up tomorrow at seven am and go running.. the question is.. is can I wake up that early??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Random weird boys that hit on me at work.. are well.. weird! and I don't know what to do about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It takes one minute to meet someone, one hour to get to know someone, one day to love somone, and a lifetime to forget them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I wonder what adventures I will embark on this summer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What am I going to do without a roomate? I have never not had one.. cause I have always shared a room with my twin sister shay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't settle for anything.. Dream big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I don't have to be a supermodel.. I just have to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-8970554252288411551?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/8970554252288411551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=8970554252288411551' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8970554252288411551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/8970554252288411551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-reflecting.html' title='just reflecting'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321562559286556617.post-4250920277906653608</id><published>2008-04-21T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:00:47.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know...l April is windy</title><content type='html'>So, um, I go outside today in a skirt.. now for the girls who are reading this, I am sure you are going uh oh, and for the guys who are reading this.. be glad that you will never go outside on a windy day in a skirt.. =) haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-4250920277906653608?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/4250920277906653608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=4250920277906653608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4250920277906653608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4250920277906653608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-so-you-knowl-april-is-windy.html' title='Just so you know...l April is windy'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-3024707824394969236</id><published>2008-04-07T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:15:30.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love the weather!</title><content type='html'>So, today, I wake up and look outside my window.. and yes, it was snowing! SNOWING in April! can you believe it! I was a little saddened.. but I got to thinking about it and I think that I am extremely blessed because Heavenly Father has given me Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall all in one week! Who ever gets that? not many people outside the state of Utah I bet=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-3024707824394969236?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/3024707824394969236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=3024707824394969236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/3024707824394969236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/3024707824394969236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/04/gotta-love-weather.html' title='Gotta love the weather!'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-7282870165514397409</id><published>2008-03-16T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:38:36.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNNY DAYS!!!</title><content type='html'>You know when you wait for spring break to come, and it inches closer and closer, and then all of the sudden it is just gone in a flash? haha.. well, I have just been having the BEST spring break I have ever had in my entire life! Get a group of friends to hop on board and go to Southern Utah! It equals the time of my life! How grateful I am for the break from school, and who to better spend it with! aah! I am so thankful for the springtime! And the break from school! Whoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-7282870165514397409?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/7282870165514397409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=7282870165514397409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7282870165514397409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7282870165514397409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunny-days.html' title='SUNNY DAYS!!!'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-5907752344133958939</id><published>2008-03-11T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:41:49.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The BEST thing in the whole world is being a twin!</title><content type='html'>So, I decided.. it is about time that I dedicate a page to my twin sister aka my best friend in the whole world.. SHAYLEE ANDERSON (leavitt almost)!!! Okay, so there are just some things many of you don't understand about me and Shay's relationship.. haha.. Shay is the kind of person who can put sunshine into my day no matter what! She is my shoulder to cry on, my confident, my cheerleader, my best friend! I look up to my sister so much! You see, there is just no one else out there like her! I don't think I have ever heard Shay talk bad about a person, she just has this light about her that brightens any room that she walks into! Aah! I just love my sister so much! You see, I always have a best friend no matter what the situation is! She is the only person that can give me straight up honest advice and me not crawl in a corner. She is the only one who will eat cereal with me at twelve o clock in the morning! She is the only one who will fall asleep on me when we talk so late into the night! =)  She is constantly dreaming, and she sets her goals high to be able to accomplish her dreams! She is a constant friend to everyone that she comes in contact with! She is my guardian angel! Shay! I love you sweet sister! I am so glad that we are twins! Thank you so much for the countless times you are there for me, and for being patient with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah! I love being a twin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-5907752344133958939?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/5907752344133958939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=5907752344133958939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/5907752344133958939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/5907752344133958939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-thing-in-whole-world-is-being-twin.html' title='The BEST thing in the whole world is being a twin!'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-2276945754281257279</id><published>2008-03-05T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:57:18.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the horrors of MATH!!! =0)</title><content type='html'>So, I went to math today.. and my teacher was sick with pnemonia..NOOOOO!!!!!! oh man! So we had a substitute. And you know when a substitute tries to teach math.. well that is how it went.. and then I try to go get help in the math lab.. and I just got so confused! Why do I even need to take math anyhow?? haha.. somedays it seems like a foreign language to me! Man! I admire anyone that can do math!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-2276945754281257279?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/2276945754281257279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=2276945754281257279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/2276945754281257279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/2276945754281257279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-horrors-of-math-0.html' title='Oh the horrors of MATH!!! =0)'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-394905740275872208</id><published>2008-02-14T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:49:58.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To like or to dislike Valentines Day?</title><content type='html'>So, I have decided that Valentines is a great day if you have a man! I mean, they give you flowers and do cute things... and the day is like heaven on earth! But man, without a man, it is still an okay day. You just realize how single you are.. Here's a shout out to all of those who are single along with me=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-394905740275872208?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/394905740275872208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=394905740275872208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/394905740275872208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/394905740275872208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-like-or-to-dislike-valentines-day.html' title='To like or to dislike Valentines Day?'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-4504808847465968873</id><published>2008-02-10T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:50:46.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The funnest date</title><content type='html'>So, a bunch of me and my friends went on this date. Now, I got to go with one of my friends that is a twin, and then one of my best friends (lindsay) got to go with the other twin. Oh man, it was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some gudelines that made this date so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a good date idea if anyone is looking for one.. ok ya ready... a PILLOW FIGHT! now, I know it sounds lame at first. But trust me, get a big group of people together and start a pillow fight, I guarantee there will be lots of laughs, and maybe some things broken=) but it is a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, side note.. never.. i repeat never.. fall in the ice in a skirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go to a dance, even if it isn't the funnest of all dances.. ask one of your friends who you know pretty well to go with you.. because you can be yourself and dance your heart out. Using pretend microphones is always a bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least.. never call them the wrong name! hahaha.. Long story!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And least and last... laugh till you cry, and just enjoy every second!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-4504808847465968873?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/4504808847465968873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=4504808847465968873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4504808847465968873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4504808847465968873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/02/funnest-date.html' title='The funnest date'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-4047367690141688378</id><published>2008-02-08T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:49:41.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up is hard =)</title><content type='html'>So, this week presented many challenges.. And I can honestly say.. it is hard growing up. Sometimes I wish I could sit and an go back to the innocence of childhood!=) But I find that each moment that we get we can take to learn more about ourselves.. and who we are, and who we are becomming! I truly believe that Heavenly Father blesses us in mysterious ways.. and how grateful I am for those blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the midst of all the hard tirals.. there is always sunshine.. we just have to look outside and see all that He has given us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-4047367690141688378?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/4047367690141688378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=4047367690141688378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4047367690141688378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4047367690141688378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2008/02/growing-up-is-hard.html' title='Growing up is hard =)'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-7823831825363621450</id><published>2007-10-03T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:41:22.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I miss most</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Hey family! I just thought that I would write you all! ok, so I am loving school. But I have to admit, I just miss you all! I was thinking about all the things I miss so I made a list. 1. Mom and Dad chasing each other around the house laughing so hard, and none of us new what they were laughing about:)2. Dad hiding behind a wall (or car) and jumping out to say boo and scaring the bajeebers out of me.3. Moms homeade cooking, mmmm..mmmm.. good4. Watching Syd, Land, and Ken get into a fight, and none of us knew quite what they were fighting about hahah..5. me and shay being penguins and sliding across our beds.. (yeah I don't know if I ever told you bout that..)6. Hearing about your day, what you did, who liked who.. all of it!7. Driving in the car as part of a carpool. I really did love that. Ken, I loved coming to get you at dance, I miss that8. Having dance parties late at night.. poor neighbors9. Watching stars with Lyndee and having the sprinklers turn on10. Washing my car with Landon and Sydnee aka.. the best helpers in the world11. Driving in the car with family and having Landon get car sick.. that always left a story, and to be quite honest.. alot of laughs and crying as well:) hahaha12. I miss the late movie nights by the heater.. we all still fight over the heater.. remind me.. on my christmas list, there will be a heater on it!!:)13. Sitting and talking to mom for hours on end.. poor mom, I think sometimes she was so tired she just nodded her head and said yes.. but that meant alot to me:)14. Sunday dinners, fighting over dishes.. and yes someone always had to go to the bathroom when the word dishes was said.15. Dying easter eggs.. and getting dye all over moms counter.. oops!!!:)16. Painting toe nails, and doing pedicures, even though it made a mess everywhere, all over the floor!!! hahaha..17. BACK MASSAGES!!! I loved that!! ooh! Lyndee is the best back popper there is! 18. Lets see.. I miss watching Landon shoot hoops.. he is so good at that. By the way Land.. I have been shooting hoops here at college, and I don't know how you got it in the hoop. I think I have only made like five baskets.. all the rest were air balls and yes.. hahaha.. you might have to teach me the ropes.19. I miss Lyndee and Kenadee sticking tongues at each other behind moms back.. oops.. don't tell mom:)20. I miss the hustle of getting out the door to school in the morning21. I miss going to the movies with you, and laughing so hard durning the movie that we couldn't stop.. and everyone would say shhhh..22. Sitting in church and looking down the long bench at the cute faces that sat next to me. And the constant war of who gets to sit next to mom.. hahah.. I call her next by the way!!23. Having dad be able to restle six kids at once, and all of us laughing so hard that noone could escape.24. I miss the words " I bet you can't smile" 25. I miss the hugs, the words of comfort, and Sydnee grabbing my face between her hands and asking if i'm ok, and to tough it up:)26. I miss waking up to Landon playing playstation on Saturday mornings.27. I miss the everyday choas at the Anderson house.. Who put what chip into what wall, plastic in the microwave, sand tracking all through the house!28. yard work day!! hahaha actually I really don't know if I miss that.. hahah.. no I'm just kidding.. I miss everyone scattering when the word yard work was said.29. I miss the chases around the bar.. somehow running in a circle makes you laugh really hard, and almost always noone wins.. :)30. I miss the noise!!:) Ok, So my list could go on forever I promise.. But I knew you didn't have all day to read.. so I decided to stop at 30. But basically to sum it all up. I love you guys! I am under the belief that we have the best family on this earth. Now, I know that we aren't perfect. But I do know that we have the spirit in our home, that we have a lot of fun together.. and that you are my best friends. I hope it always stays that way. But thank you for your constant love and support, for your smiles, tears, laughter, trials, and triumphs. You build me up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-7823831825363621450?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/7823831825363621450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=7823831825363621450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7823831825363621450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7823831825363621450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-i-miss-most.html' title='What I miss most'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-4665086761441474853</id><published>2007-09-16T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:15:13.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the Joy of talking:)</title><content type='html'>Ok, so pretty much I think talking is one of the greatest gifts that we could have.. Sometimes it can get you in trouble.. but for the most part it is a joy to talk. I love talking to people and finding out something that they love to do and watching their eyes light up. There is nothing happier to me than sparkling eyes telling me a story.&lt;br /&gt;      One of the joy's I have on a daily basis is talking to different people. Thank goodness for modern technology making it so a sister, mom, other family, and best friends are only a phone call away.&lt;br /&gt;     Isn't it interesting how we all communicate?? Sometimes through words, other through body language, other times smiles, laughs.. etc. I enjoy sharing the moments of laughter where sometimes you don't know even why you are laughing.. but you laugh anyways. I enjoy the sad times when a person doesn't even have to know what is wrong but gives you a hug anyways.. and offers words of support and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;     I love how everyone in this world is a different person.. how we each tick differently to our own tune. I think that We were all put on this earth to help each other.. to encourage, comfort, help, support, laugh.. etc. I am grateful for the friendships I have, for the good influences and examples. I feel truly blessed everyday for everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-4665086761441474853?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/4665086761441474853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=4665086761441474853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4665086761441474853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/4665086761441474853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-joy-of-talking.html' title='Oh, the Joy of talking:)'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-7591474951726479453</id><published>2007-08-22T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T13:55:09.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good times</title><content type='html'>So, for some reason a bottle full of green gooey stuff (aka face masks) can absolutely make a girl's day! I mean just rub it on your face grab a camera and be prepared for tons and tons of laughs!!:) ha ha here are some pictures! I love college life. I must say that it is so different from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-7591474951726479453?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/7591474951726479453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=7591474951726479453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7591474951726479453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/7591474951726479453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-times.html' title='good times'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-6584825270818795043</id><published>2007-08-11T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T08:41:58.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aah, the things we do..</title><content type='html'>So, This past week I have been laying in bed watching movie after movie and eating all the ice cream I wanted. Honestly, I got all of this great treatment for getting my wisdom teeth pulled. So this made me think, what other things can I do so that I can get this same treatment. On the flip side, I didn't like being in so much pain that I couldn't even laugh at my sister who was laying next to me in the same pain I was. I immediately began to thank my lucky stars that I would never have to undergo the frightful event of wisdom teeth pulling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, even though I was sentenced to bed rest; I still found some time to enjoy myself. One funny moment I must comment on one story. It was at three o' clock in the morning. I had gotten up out of bed and Shay had asked me where I was going. I told her that I was making my way upstairs to find more ice. She decided that she would follow. Well, I politely let her get ice first, and then she said "sorry ky, I took all of the ice."  So, big tears welled up in my eyes as I made my way back down to that soft bed that I had been laying on forever. I don't know who laughed hardest in pain at this story me or Shay. I think it was one of those had to be there moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thankfully I write today with a clear head, and only one painful tooth. No more painkillers, special treatment, and ice cream parties. (ok maybe that was a little drastic, of course there will still be ice cream parties!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-6584825270818795043?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/6584825270818795043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=6584825270818795043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/6584825270818795043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/6584825270818795043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2007/08/aah-things-we-do.html' title='Aah, the things we do..'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-473983078010496639</id><published>2007-08-05T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:10:40.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Families are forever</title><content type='html'>I went to church with my family today. It was the first time in a while that I got to sit with them. Usually I attend a singles ward. I was just sitting there looking down the row at my cute brother and sisters and my mom and dad. I honestly don't know what I would do without them. My family is so important to me! They are one big bear hug. I have no idea what I would do or who I would be without my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-473983078010496639?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/473983078010496639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=473983078010496639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/473983078010496639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/473983078010496639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2007/08/families-are-forever.html' title='Families are forever'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-1675697260160602814</id><published>2007-08-04T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T23:05:01.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama mia..</title><content type='html'>"So I say Thank you for the music, the songs Im  singing Thanks for all the joy theyre bringing Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty What would life be? Without a song or a dance what are we? So I say thank you for the music For giving it to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song goes out to all of the musical's that I have had the pleasure of watching! For all those cute guys that can sing in them; and all of those belted out songs. For all the laughs that I have while watching them. For all of the upbeat songs, the timeless stories, and the embeded memories! Thank you for the music... for giving it to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-1675697260160602814?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/1675697260160602814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=1675697260160602814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1675697260160602814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/1675697260160602814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2007/08/mama-mia.html' title='Mama mia..'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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-1321562559286556617.post-796511094474962639</id><published>2007-08-03T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:46:43.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter is the world's best medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have to say, I love embarrassing moments. Isn't it interesting, no matter what kind of day you are having that if something embarrassing comes your way, the day all of the sudden is looking a little brighter, or perhaps darker.. depending on who you are. For me embarrassing moments happen on a daily basis. Like just today I go up to this girl who I think is one of my really good friends from high school and give her a big hug and then I look at her.. and it is not the girl I expected it to be. Yeah, I didn't even know who she was. However, she did have the same name as my really good friend. So, poor people who have to endure hugs from a stranger that they don't even know. I am grateful for moments that make me laugh. I truly believe that laughter is the best medicine in this world! I mean think about it, there is no way that a person can laugh and be unhappy at the same time. Many of my most treasured moments are laughing so hard that you can't move and are frozen into some awkward position because your stomach hurts so bad! Aah, that is the life. I am glad that Heavenly Father blessed us with laughter, and embarrassing moments to help us on our way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1321562559286556617-796511094474962639?l=itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/feeds/796511094474962639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1321562559286556617&amp;postID=796511094474962639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/796511094474962639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1321562559286556617/posts/default/796511094474962639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsbeenthatkindofday.blogspot.com/2007/08/laughter-is-worlds-best-medicine.html' title='Laughter is the world&apos;s best medicine'/><author><name>kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848662756801083463</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></feed>
