<?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-4224480374801688042</id><updated>2012-02-01T20:46:06.736-09:00</updated><category term='1st post'/><title type='text'>Today is...Wonderful...No matter what. :o)</title><subtitle type='html'>We may not be able to control the circumstances in our lives, but we can control how they affect us.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-2170232998753986941</id><published>2008-09-29T11:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:28:18.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Moving</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. Just wanted to let you know that I made a new blog. My husband has been hounding me to change my blog address from kassandrabailey to kassandraryan, which you can't do without creating a whole new blog, so that's what I finally did. :o) Anyways, from now on, I will be posting on... &lt;a href="http://www.kassandraryan.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.kassandraryan.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all later! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-2170232998753986941?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/2170232998753986941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=2170232998753986941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/2170232998753986941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/2170232998753986941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-moving.html' title='I&apos;m Moving'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-8401266368711028736</id><published>2008-09-29T08:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:02:54.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>We started the remodel on our upstairs bathroom on Friday night. Needless to say, I did NOT get a chance to finish my Hawaii pictures! Ugh! Sorry. Maybe when I go home on lunch today, amidst all the other things that I need to get done. ??? Anyways, we'll see. Remodel pictures are soon to come though! :o) It's been a bit crazy/frustrating/trying, but we'll get it done. Anyways, I just wanted to give you all a tiny little update. :o) Talk to you later, I hope you're all having a good day so far! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-8401266368711028736?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/8401266368711028736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=8401266368711028736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/8401266368711028736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/8401266368711028736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/09/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-3081519730071814407</id><published>2008-09-26T08:16:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:31:59.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Baby</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I know I haven't posted in a while. Sorry. And I know some of you want wedding pictures, but I want to get the Hawaii ones done first. I promise I will TRY to get those finished up this weekend, then I can post wedding pictures. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, for those of you who have not already, I would like you to meet my new baby, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Evolet&lt;/span&gt;. :o) We call her Evie for short though. We love her to death (yes, even Mike). :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0XA4ybtTI/AAAAAAAABSA/IMJBzpFT0SM/s1600-h/P9201666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250378044595221810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0XA4ybtTI/AAAAAAAABSA/IMJBzpFT0SM/s320/P9201666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first night we brought her home. She's so tiny! On Monday, at the vet she weighed in at a whopping 1.9 lbs! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0XBHDjBDI/AAAAAAAABSI/BM7kDJApOdc/s1600-h/P9201669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250378048425100338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0XBHDjBDI/AAAAAAAABSI/BM7kDJApOdc/s320/P9201669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was TRYING to get her to stay in her food dish (it looks like a coffee cup, glued to a little saucer, they're SO cute!) but she wasn't too interested in that! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0VY2gNbcI/AAAAAAAABRY/Ke8pkil6qQc/s1600-h/P9201673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250376257275522498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0VY2gNbcI/AAAAAAAABRY/Ke8pkil6qQc/s320/P9201673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got a quick one, before she hopped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0VZd8vsJI/AAAAAAAABRg/WmY_TrdAqQc/s1600-h/P9201675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250376267864191122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0VZd8vsJI/AAAAAAAABRg/WmY_TrdAqQc/s320/P9201675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0VZaj6g3I/AAAAAAAABRo/R-FD3yZNSfw/s1600-h/P9201676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250376266954736498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0VZaj6g3I/AAAAAAAABRo/R-FD3yZNSfw/s320/P9201676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't her bowls the cutest thing? :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0VZv_50gI/AAAAAAAABRw/DbTA3rLVJEA/s1600-h/P9211679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250376272709276162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0VZv_50gI/AAAAAAAABRw/DbTA3rLVJEA/s320/P9211679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evie with "daddy". :o) He adores her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0VZ_CxUpI/AAAAAAAABR4/96V2rb62iak/s1600-h/P9211685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250376276747834002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0VZ_CxUpI/AAAAAAAABR4/96V2rb62iak/s320/P9211685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0SxQwzs1I/AAAAAAAABQw/r3wve8jEGOo/s1600-h/P9211688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250373378106438482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0SxQwzs1I/AAAAAAAABQw/r3wve8jEGOo/s320/P9211688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's all tuckered out. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0Sx0kcaoI/AAAAAAAABQ4/rbKEeuB50EY/s1600-h/P9251696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250373387718257282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0Sx0kcaoI/AAAAAAAABQ4/rbKEeuB50EY/s320/P9251696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from last night. Sorry the lighting is so bad in like, ALL of these pictures, but my camera is a little complex, and I haven't really taken the time to figure out how to use it. :o\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0Sx0pV-5I/AAAAAAAABRA/eYStb6znNms/s1600-h/P9251705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250373387738807186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0Sx0pV-5I/AAAAAAAABRA/eYStb6znNms/s320/P9251705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0SyFSB46I/AAAAAAAABRI/Ufjlv4WEQlg/s1600-h/P9251708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250373392204424098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0SyFSB46I/AAAAAAAABRI/Ufjlv4WEQlg/s320/P9251708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0SyHMjkcI/AAAAAAAABRQ/YPQq3bk-ZK0/s1600-h/P9251709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250373392718336450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0SyHMjkcI/AAAAAAAABRQ/YPQq3bk-ZK0/s320/P9251709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like being confined in any way, so she was desperately trying to get off the couch, but she's too scared to jump. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's our Evie. Our new little baby. :o) She's 9 weeks old right now. In a couple years when she's old enough, and her body is ready, we're going to breed her. I think it will be fun, but at the same time, I'm glad that it's at least 2 years away. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. Like I said, I promise I will try to get the Hawaii pictures DONE this weekend, then on to wedding pictures! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-3081519730071814407?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/3081519730071814407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=3081519730071814407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/3081519730071814407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/3081519730071814407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-baby.html' title='My New Baby'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SN0XA4ybtTI/AAAAAAAABSA/IMJBzpFT0SM/s72-c/P9201666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-5723855055402292623</id><published>2008-08-29T09:27:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:37:35.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is an amazing woman's birthday. Her name is Jennifer, and as her sister-in-law, Angela likes to call her, she's a "super mom". I have always looked up to her as a Godly woman. She is a very positive influence to me. It amazes me how she keeps up with all those little ones, and just keeps on going. She truly relies on the Lord for her strength, and that shows! I love her, and she deserves some recognition on this day, her birthday. Happy Birthday Jenn!!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLgzJj17DvI/AAAAAAAABQo/ce-gsbO-nEk/s1600-h/happy+birthday.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239994405778820850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLgzJj17DvI/AAAAAAAABQo/ce-gsbO-nEk/s320/happy+birthday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lets not forget, A happy early birthday to Josh tomorrow. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-5723855055402292623?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/5723855055402292623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=5723855055402292623' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5723855055402292623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5723855055402292623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLgzJj17DvI/AAAAAAAABQo/ce-gsbO-nEk/s72-c/happy+birthday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-7014882373918140236</id><published>2008-08-28T08:44:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:21:35.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>So, my baby sitting kids came over last Friday and spent the night with us. We all had a lot of fun. It's been a while since I've spent time with them, and I missed them a lot. Here are the pictures. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLb4qmDhx3I/AAAAAAAABQA/AoAyaG4sQYo/s1600-h/P8221564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239648627145688946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLb4qmDhx3I/AAAAAAAABQA/AoAyaG4sQYo/s320/P8221564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alton helping Mike work on the truck. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLb4re2e9WI/AAAAAAAABQI/d1qPaxI8V9Q/s1600-h/P8221566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239648642391799138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLb4re2e9WI/AAAAAAAABQI/d1qPaxI8V9Q/s320/P8221566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little monsters sitting on my feet clinging to my legs. Have you ever tried to do that whole walking thing with two small children sitting on your feet?!?!? It's HARD!!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLb4r-1XGsI/AAAAAAAABQQ/wMu2-TfILHs/s1600-h/P8221567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239648650977024706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLb4r-1XGsI/AAAAAAAABQQ/wMu2-TfILHs/s320/P8221567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLb4sEynsoI/AAAAAAAABQY/ffAE0qX5XQs/s1600-h/P8221570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239648652576141954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLb4sEynsoI/AAAAAAAABQY/ffAE0qX5XQs/s320/P8221570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog-piling mike. :o) They were having great fun with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLb4shbZCMI/AAAAAAAABQg/cZ4XUXwx9I8/s1600-h/P8221574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239648660263340226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLb4shbZCMI/AAAAAAAABQg/cZ4XUXwx9I8/s320/P8221574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbzcLx-2II/AAAAAAAABPY/GWw40IxhW78/s1600-h/P8221575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239642882016467074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbzcLx-2II/AAAAAAAABPY/GWw40IxhW78/s320/P8221575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbzccFLArI/AAAAAAAABPg/gHq-cw5Sd10/s1600-h/P8221577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239642886391923378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbzccFLArI/AAAAAAAABPg/gHq-cw5Sd10/s320/P8221577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbzcwDmy0I/AAAAAAAABPo/Fg2asxUn5YY/s1600-h/P8221578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239642891754064706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbzcwDmy0I/AAAAAAAABPo/Fg2asxUn5YY/s320/P8221578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbzdVytbYI/AAAAAAAABPw/fzc4U6yOmvE/s1600-h/P8221580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239642901883743618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbzdVytbYI/AAAAAAAABPw/fzc4U6yOmvE/s320/P8221580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbzdpDZ87I/AAAAAAAABP4/sCI1pbcbfok/s1600-h/P8231581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239642907054044082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbzdpDZ87I/AAAAAAAABP4/sCI1pbcbfok/s320/P8231581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday at the park. It was such a beautiful day out. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbnpvurNGI/AAAAAAAABOw/bqaXLODzgY4/s1600-h/P8231582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239629920865039458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbnpvurNGI/AAAAAAAABOw/bqaXLODzgY4/s320/P8231582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbnqDuvqlI/AAAAAAAABO4/QpmOqqmYEb4/s1600-h/P8231583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239629926234040914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbnqDuvqlI/AAAAAAAABO4/QpmOqqmYEb4/s320/P8231583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbnrP6LXaI/AAAAAAAABPA/Rbkcy-HjO5w/s1600-h/P8231584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239629946683088290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbnrP6LXaI/AAAAAAAABPA/Rbkcy-HjO5w/s320/P8231584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie played too. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbnrgCbA_I/AAAAAAAABPI/tWrZvxyyxG8/s1600-h/P8231585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239629951012635634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbnrgCbA_I/AAAAAAAABPI/tWrZvxyyxG8/s320/P8231585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbnstcAVCI/AAAAAAAABPQ/5cgLiDWQOpI/s1600-h/P8231586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239629971789468706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbnstcAVCI/AAAAAAAABPQ/5cgLiDWQOpI/s320/P8231586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's my husband going down the slide. A kid at heart. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLblkGxDfbI/AAAAAAAABOI/7GqoLDZ-zW4/s1600-h/P8231593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239627624946564530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLblkGxDfbI/AAAAAAAABOI/7GqoLDZ-zW4/s320/P8231593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all 4 of us piled in the tube. there were a lot of "OW!"'s going on in the process of this. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLblkpVzyvI/AAAAAAAABOQ/tR8yjedl-dc/s1600-h/P8231599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239627634227530482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLblkpVzyvI/AAAAAAAABOQ/tR8yjedl-dc/s320/P8231599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbllPQ_nCI/AAAAAAAABOY/dUP0hAuzSic/s1600-h/P8231601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239627644407880738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbllPQ_nCI/AAAAAAAABOY/dUP0hAuzSic/s320/P8231601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a blast making Mike push them on the swings, giving them under-dogs and what-not. :o)  It was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbllmPZWPI/AAAAAAAABOg/dKc6HhzIq08/s1600-h/P8231603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239627650575194354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbllmPZWPI/AAAAAAAABOg/dKc6HhzIq08/s320/P8231603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLblmrzvs9I/AAAAAAAABOo/YZbTxgmas0s/s1600-h/P8231604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239627669249700818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLblmrzvs9I/AAAAAAAABOo/YZbTxgmas0s/s320/P8231604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbdQgWXUZI/AAAAAAAABNg/U_JzhdlisOs/s1600-h/P8231606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239618492123533714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbdQgWXUZI/AAAAAAAABNg/U_JzhdlisOs/s320/P8231606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna...she's getting so big. Turning into a little woman already. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbdRD3XdOI/AAAAAAAABNo/GIj9wuVE2yE/s1600-h/P8231614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239618501657195746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbdRD3XdOI/AAAAAAAABNo/GIj9wuVE2yE/s320/P8231614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the baby...Ava...she's already 5! my how the time does fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbdRltNsgI/AAAAAAAABNw/98_y1kl6tbc/s1600-h/P8231616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239618510741418498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbdRltNsgI/AAAAAAAABNw/98_y1kl6tbc/s320/P8231616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbdR0udivI/AAAAAAAABN4/SJfSyYEe22E/s1600-h/P8231618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239618514773183218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbdR0udivI/AAAAAAAABN4/SJfSyYEe22E/s320/P8231618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alton was having fun telling me to "take pictures of me jumping, while I'm in the air Shocka!" 100% boy, that's for sure. :o) He's like a little man now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbdSZ8jK_I/AAAAAAAABOA/5pMnHnnGmuU/s1600-h/P8231619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239618524764384242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbdSZ8jK_I/AAAAAAAABOA/5pMnHnnGmuU/s320/P8231619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbbUpJuohI/AAAAAAAABM4/DSRP22VbFj4/s1600-h/P8231622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239616364182675986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbbUpJuohI/AAAAAAAABM4/DSRP22VbFj4/s320/P8231622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbbVUmbJCI/AAAAAAAABNA/v2MeQsIUbEI/s1600-h/P8231623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239616375845757986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbbVUmbJCI/AAAAAAAABNA/v2MeQsIUbEI/s320/P8231623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbbV3xFM8I/AAAAAAAABNI/Tk58H_bc62g/s1600-h/P8231626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239616385285698498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbbV3xFM8I/AAAAAAAABNI/Tk58H_bc62g/s320/P8231626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbbWSkt9oI/AAAAAAAABNQ/L-hWXXVurTg/s1600-h/P8231628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239616392481601154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbbWSkt9oI/AAAAAAAABNQ/L-hWXXVurTg/s320/P8231628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alton brought over this thing that you use batteries and hook them up to stuff and make noises, and all of that kind of boy stuff. They had a lot of fun with this. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbbW-zEbDI/AAAAAAAABNY/LOrs1H_cpNU/s1600-h/P8231631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239616404352953394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbbW-zEbDI/AAAAAAAABNY/LOrs1H_cpNU/s320/P8231631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbZhx3jURI/AAAAAAAABMw/ug1cwQnIjFE/s1600-h/P8231632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239614390837399826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLbZhx3jURI/AAAAAAAABMw/ug1cwQnIjFE/s320/P8231632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was our weekend. :o) We had a lot of fun. I sure did enjoy spending time with my kiddos. They're growing up so fast, and they're not even mine! Goodness. :o) Anyways, hope you ALL are doing FABULOUS. ;o) Have a GREAT day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-7014882373918140236?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/7014882373918140236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=7014882373918140236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/7014882373918140236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/7014882373918140236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SLb4qmDhx3I/AAAAAAAABQA/AoAyaG4sQYo/s72-c/P8221564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-3349589322609671780</id><published>2008-08-27T22:38:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:41:51.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Divisions</title><content type='html'>The post that I wrote in agreement with a post that Angela wrote was not meant to hurt anyone, or cause problems of any sort, I am sorry if it came across that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-3349589322609671780?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/3349589322609671780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=3349589322609671780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/3349589322609671780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/3349589322609671780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-divisions.html' title='No Divisions'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-7632415279118968011</id><published>2008-08-15T19:46:00.014-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:52:04.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: Thursday</title><content type='html'>So, on Thursday, we went out to Kualoa Ranch. It's this beautiful Valley, where they have filmed a lot of scenes from various movies, and TV shows. We did an hour long ATV ride through the park, and stopped at a few places along the way. It was a really neat experience. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mountains on the outside of the valley. These are seen in Jurassic park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Jh52m79I/AAAAAAAABJA/kXQFd35XJv0/s1600-h/P6190888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237063526004486098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Jh52m79I/AAAAAAAABJA/kXQFd35XJv0/s320/P6190888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3JiR0xUzI/AAAAAAAABJI/3xLYhHnNanc/s1600-h/P6190889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237063532439229234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3JiR0xUzI/AAAAAAAABJI/3xLYhHnNanc/s320/P6190889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3JiwGfcsI/AAAAAAAABJQ/vOXkCj2rT1o/s1600-h/P6190890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237063540566618818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3JiwGfcsI/AAAAAAAABJQ/vOXkCj2rT1o/s320/P6190890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3JjBAXrrI/AAAAAAAABJY/-4VI_EvPIK8/s1600-h/P6190891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237063545104346802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3JjBAXrrI/AAAAAAAABJY/-4VI_EvPIK8/s320/P6190891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Jj-TRnVI/AAAAAAAABJg/b9zN-517yB8/s1600-h/P6190892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237063561558203730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Jj-TRnVI/AAAAAAAABJg/b9zN-517yB8/s320/P6190892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3HzenBzfI/AAAAAAAABIY/PuiVHjIrS_I/s1600-h/P6190894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237061628905770482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3HzenBzfI/AAAAAAAABIY/PuiVHjIrS_I/s320/P6190894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Hz17Q7oI/AAAAAAAABIg/tFOlywEDNJY/s1600-h/P6190895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237061635164663426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Hz17Q7oI/AAAAAAAABIg/tFOlywEDNJY/s320/P6190895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3H0KnUBgI/AAAAAAAABIo/t95zwUczS0Y/s1600-h/P6190896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237061640718124546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3H0KnUBgI/AAAAAAAABIo/t95zwUczS0Y/s320/P6190896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3H0uZeacI/AAAAAAAABIw/NYQyTSrPww0/s1600-h/P6190897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237061650323761602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3H0uZeacI/AAAAAAAABIw/NYQyTSrPww0/s320/P6190897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3H1IQ3nbI/AAAAAAAABI4/E3qa1ewSW8Q/s1600-h/P6190899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237061657266986418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3H1IQ3nbI/AAAAAAAABI4/E3qa1ewSW8Q/s320/P6190899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overlooking the ocean on one of our stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Ft2TijeI/AAAAAAAABHw/3roudWAFEc0/s1600-h/P6190900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237059333164010978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Ft2TijeI/AAAAAAAABHw/3roudWAFEc0/s320/P6190900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3FuUJeVHI/AAAAAAAABH4/aRO7HLFqgy0/s1600-h/P6190901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237059341174854770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3FuUJeVHI/AAAAAAAABH4/aRO7HLFqgy0/s320/P6190901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was an actual Worl War II Bunker that they used in the war. This was a scene from the Movie Pearl Harbor as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3FuylFj2I/AAAAAAAABIA/Fpi8FOrG1Iw/s1600-h/P6190902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237059349343735650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3FuylFj2I/AAAAAAAABIA/Fpi8FOrG1Iw/s320/P6190902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3FvXTXPbI/AAAAAAAABII/H3KBkrV-LwM/s1600-h/P6190903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237059359201508786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3FvXTXPbI/AAAAAAAABII/H3KBkrV-LwM/s320/P6190903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They took us inside the bunker, where they had posters up of all the movies/TV shows that have been filmed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3FvvpDylI/AAAAAAAABIQ/2C8VDr9yXyY/s1600-h/P6190904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237059365734959698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3FvvpDylI/AAAAAAAABIQ/2C8VDr9yXyY/s320/P6190904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Euv9D9nI/AAAAAAAABHI/2pPi6utNeXo/s1600-h/P6190905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237058249127360114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Euv9D9nI/AAAAAAAABHI/2pPi6utNeXo/s320/P6190905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3EvGe-MDI/AAAAAAAABHQ/lSrjb3YNQeg/s1600-h/P6190906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237058255175168050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3EvGe-MDI/AAAAAAAABHQ/lSrjb3YNQeg/s320/P6190906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The making of the foot print from Godzilla. The foot print is still there. It was originally 10 feet deep, but they have cows on the ranch, and they kept falling in the hole, so they had to fill it in to 2 feet deep instead. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Evm0hTsI/AAAAAAAABHY/kBM_Ud_zwc4/s1600-h/P6190907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237058263855484610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Evm0hTsI/AAAAAAAABHY/kBM_Ud_zwc4/s320/P6190907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Ev3exf3I/AAAAAAAABHg/vHn1SqToopk/s1600-h/P6190908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237058268327673714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Ev3exf3I/AAAAAAAABHg/vHn1SqToopk/s320/P6190908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3EwVPGuxI/AAAAAAAABHo/1n_mvDYNYzQ/s1600-h/P6190909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237058276315020050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3EwVPGuxI/AAAAAAAABHo/1n_mvDYNYzQ/s320/P6190909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZn9n0EWQI/AAAAAAAABGg/wHvKmh1Zoe4/s1600-h/P6190910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234985925221832962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZn9n0EWQI/AAAAAAAABGg/wHvKmh1Zoe4/s320/P6190910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZoAB6meRI/AAAAAAAABGo/MNLaHF4ws48/s1600-h/P6190911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234985966588295442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZoAB6meRI/AAAAAAAABGo/MNLaHF4ws48/s320/P6190911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZoAqJc5fI/AAAAAAAABGw/WhzrWLcig_M/s1600-h/P6190913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234985977388000754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZoAqJc5fI/AAAAAAAABGw/WhzrWLcig_M/s320/P6190913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was just a model of the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZoA-GM1ZI/AAAAAAAABG4/LX0h6NOQPSA/s1600-h/P6190914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234985982743074194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZoA-GM1ZI/AAAAAAAABG4/LX0h6NOQPSA/s320/P6190914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 4-wheelers. Mike was all bummed because they were governed at like 20 mph. :o) they were really strict though. If you stepped one foot out of line on the tour, they kicked you off, and you didn't get your money back or anything. It's a good thing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZoBN6JQTI/AAAAAAAABHA/D3e9rmpDbfo/s1600-h/P6190917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234985986987475250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZoBN6JQTI/AAAAAAAABHA/D3e9rmpDbfo/s320/P6190917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZl4GXrNlI/AAAAAAAABF4/IEHdztazYDI/s1600-h/P6190919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234983631321773650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZl4GXrNlI/AAAAAAAABF4/IEHdztazYDI/s320/P6190919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "famous" tree in Jurassic Park, that the people were crouching behind when the T-Rex came out of the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZl4YZrrVI/AAAAAAAABGA/2ewAf6g0z6g/s1600-h/P6190920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234983636162030930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZl4YZrrVI/AAAAAAAABGA/2ewAf6g0z6g/s320/P6190920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZl4iekJiI/AAAAAAAABGI/j73zHUfSTZI/s1600-h/P6190926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234983638866863650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZl4iekJiI/AAAAAAAABGI/j73zHUfSTZI/s320/P6190926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Valley. this is where the Japanese planes flew through when Pearl harbor was attacked. When they filmed Pearl Harbor, they filmed it in this same location, and used real planes. The lady who gave us our tour was there when they were filming, and she said it was crazy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZl4-UYP-I/AAAAAAAABGQ/SpY9ktS5Dys/s1600-h/P6190927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234983646340333538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZl4-UYP-I/AAAAAAAABGQ/SpY9ktS5Dys/s320/P6190927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZl5F8mp-I/AAAAAAAABGY/L6DY_A_-bQg/s1600-h/P6190928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234983648388098018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZl5F8mp-I/AAAAAAAABGY/L6DY_A_-bQg/s320/P6190928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where they filmed part of Lost. It's Hurley's golf Course, if anyone actually knows what that means. I didn't. Haha. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZfRVIZOfI/AAAAAAAABFQ/cnzXCqmwIsY/s1600-h/P6190929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234976368199547378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZfRVIZOfI/AAAAAAAABFQ/cnzXCqmwIsY/s320/P6190929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZfRq6SBSI/AAAAAAAABFY/qoid8GBTNpA/s1600-h/P6190931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234976374045934882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZfRq6SBSI/AAAAAAAABFY/qoid8GBTNpA/s320/P6190931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These mountain formations were supposed to look like Kissing Gorillas. If you look closely you can see it. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZfR8ego5I/AAAAAAAABFg/O0xE3iG59LA/s1600-h/P6190932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234976378761290642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZfR8ego5I/AAAAAAAABFg/O0xE3iG59LA/s320/P6190932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the Godzilla footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZfSHhYyqI/AAAAAAAABFo/D-doeWVr7o0/s1600-h/P6190936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234976381726149282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZfSHhYyqI/AAAAAAAABFo/D-doeWVr7o0/s320/P6190936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZfSVNAsUI/AAAAAAAABFw/oB1Oa6l1zco/s1600-h/P6190938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234976385398780226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZfSVNAsUI/AAAAAAAABFw/oB1Oa6l1zco/s320/P6190938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plumerias. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZcUvlsgSI/AAAAAAAABEo/F7m2WCJd1Bw/s1600-h/P6190941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234973128306491682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZcUvlsgSI/AAAAAAAABEo/F7m2WCJd1Bw/s320/P6190941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZcVTIFLvI/AAAAAAAABEw/Xx1cYHPCfTY/s1600-h/P6190942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234973137845956338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZcVTIFLvI/AAAAAAAABEw/Xx1cYHPCfTY/s320/P6190942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what they call China Man's Hat. It's just this big rock off shore, out by Kualoa Ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZcWaThJDI/AAAAAAAABE4/vNL5-wNwyLs/s1600-h/P6190944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234973156952843314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZcWaThJDI/AAAAAAAABE4/vNL5-wNwyLs/s320/P6190944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that's my husband. Climbing a tree. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZcXDzz1NI/AAAAAAAABFA/oy2hJwBkNC8/s1600-h/P6190946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234973168094139602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZcXDzz1NI/AAAAAAAABFA/oy2hJwBkNC8/s320/P6190946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZcXu_-c6I/AAAAAAAABFI/ZEHQv2OW7Og/s1600-h/P6190947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234973179687891874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZcXu_-c6I/AAAAAAAABFI/ZEHQv2OW7Og/s320/P6190947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZZ6zJquyI/AAAAAAAABEA/O3WwtgqRdqY/s1600-h/P6190951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234970483562822434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZZ6zJquyI/AAAAAAAABEA/O3WwtgqRdqY/s320/P6190951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZZ7ETwzBI/AAAAAAAABEI/GUD-TTFIkio/s1600-h/P6190952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234970488168565778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZZ7ETwzBI/AAAAAAAABEI/GUD-TTFIkio/s320/P6190952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZZ7bg7dwI/AAAAAAAABEQ/B54Prs51uYs/s1600-h/P6190956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234970494397806338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZZ7bg7dwI/AAAAAAAABEQ/B54Prs51uYs/s320/P6190956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is at a Macadamia Nut Farm that we found somewhere along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZZ77uaxfI/AAAAAAAABEY/MEyABh1_lOo/s1600-h/P6190957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234970503044318706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZZ77uaxfI/AAAAAAAABEY/MEyABh1_lOo/s320/P6190957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZZ8HC1Z9I/AAAAAAAABEg/bkWyDNC6WiY/s1600-h/P6190958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234970506082740178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZZ8HC1Z9I/AAAAAAAABEg/bkWyDNC6WiY/s320/P6190958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZWCLNAlRI/AAAAAAAABDY/3KkjFuKK22k/s1600-h/P6190961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234966212231861522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZWCLNAlRI/AAAAAAAABDY/3KkjFuKK22k/s320/P6190961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZWCVymPbI/AAAAAAAABDg/21HdfqprIdc/s1600-h/P6190962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234966215073873330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZWCVymPbI/AAAAAAAABDg/21HdfqprIdc/s320/P6190962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old macadamia nut processor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZWChApEUI/AAAAAAAABDo/c7sI-RPWfD4/s1600-h/P6190965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234966218085568834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZWChApEUI/AAAAAAAABDo/c7sI-RPWfD4/s320/P6190965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZWC5ZpWrI/AAAAAAAABDw/2n-sxlr7Edg/s1600-h/P6190970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234966224632896178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZWC5ZpWrI/AAAAAAAABDw/2n-sxlr7Edg/s320/P6190970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZWDR2bMLI/AAAAAAAABD4/haVPmGbg7eo/s1600-h/P6190971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234966231196053682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZWDR2bMLI/AAAAAAAABD4/haVPmGbg7eo/s320/P6190971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go eat at the Crouching Lion Inn, and my parents were going to pay for dinner for us, but when we got there, it was closed for remodeling, so we ended up driving around. We found this GREAT beach though. It was a perfect spot for swimming. The waves were very minimal, and it wasn't very deep. We had a good time here. I loved it. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZTMADl0AI/AAAAAAAABCw/Ug7owERaKqQ/s1600-h/P6190979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234963082503376898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZTMADl0AI/AAAAAAAABCw/Ug7owERaKqQ/s320/P6190979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZTMWkvxtI/AAAAAAAABC4/iTALhAuJ6pA/s1600-h/P6190982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234963088548021970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZTMWkvxtI/AAAAAAAABC4/iTALhAuJ6pA/s320/P6190982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZTMvIfkvI/AAAAAAAABDA/N9w0CtLOrjI/s1600-h/P6190983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234963095140406002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZTMvIfkvI/AAAAAAAABDA/N9w0CtLOrjI/s320/P6190983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is at Bread of Life Bakery, which the Clarks reccomended to us. It was wonderful. This lady makes some awesome bread, sandwiches, soup. My goodness. It was SO good. And she was SUPER nice. It's no wonder Mrs. Clark loves her so much! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZTM-NWMhI/AAAAAAAABDI/VKpchpQWHNY/s1600-h/P6190995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234963099187294738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZTM-NWMhI/AAAAAAAABDI/VKpchpQWHNY/s320/P6190995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZTNqfFioI/AAAAAAAABDQ/5GPzO_cw6c4/s1600-h/P6190997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234963111072860802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SKZTNqfFioI/AAAAAAAABDQ/5GPzO_cw6c4/s320/P6190997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it: Day 5. sorry it took so long!!!! :o) Hope it was worth the wait though. Hope you all are having a great day! :o) &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/4224480374801688042-7632415279118968011?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/7632415279118968011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=7632415279118968011' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/7632415279118968011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/7632415279118968011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-5-thursday.html' title='Day 5: Thursday'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SK3Jh52m79I/AAAAAAAABJA/kXQFd35XJv0/s72-c/P6190888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-8568375772349079942</id><published>2008-08-08T08:59:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:40:43.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindred Spirit Award</title><content type='html'>I have been awarded the kindred spirit award by Courtney, at &lt;a href="http://courtneymichellephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Courtney Michelle Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJx7_movbCI/AAAAAAAABCo/fu9wwzHJpaI/s1600-h/Kindred+Spirit+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232193199731076130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJx7_movbCI/AAAAAAAABCo/fu9wwzHJpaI/s320/Kindred+Spirit+Award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would now like to award it to a couple of my kindred spirit friends. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori, you are truly a kindred spirit of mine. I think we've known that, ever since that first day at the Coffee Cabin! :o) I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanae`, even though you don't have a blog right now, I'm still giving you the award, because, well, how could I not?!?!? :o) You are one of my very closest friends. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber, you are an encouragement to me, and I love talking to you. We are kindred spirits across the miles. :o) Hugs! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela, this award makes me think of Anne of Green Gables, which makes me think of you. :o) I love the friendship that we have, and I pray it continues to grow. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bek, your blog has been such an encouragement to me lately. I love the way you write. I miss you, and I pray the Lord continues to give you the strength that you need. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, all of you who have been awarded, go &lt;a href="http://kindredspiritnetwork.com/award"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and copy the image, and add it to your blog! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that there is a Kindred Spirit Network that you can join, if you go &lt;a href="http://kindredspiritnetwork.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's actually a cool idea. Go to the site and check it out! Love you girls! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-8568375772349079942?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/8568375772349079942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=8568375772349079942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/8568375772349079942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/8568375772349079942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/08/kindred-spirit-award.html' title='Kindred Spirit Award'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJx7_movbCI/AAAAAAAABCo/fu9wwzHJpaI/s72-c/Kindred+Spirit+Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-9027730761095181752</id><published>2008-08-05T08:45:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:48:56.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>Alright, so here are the first half of the camping trip pictures. I don't really know what the deal was yesterday, but blogger was freaking out at me. So, here they are. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiYdSjLiEI/AAAAAAAABCA/zMZQ5zcVJsY/s1600-h/P8011418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231098596153854018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiYdSjLiEI/AAAAAAAABCA/zMZQ5zcVJsY/s320/P8011418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were loading up the truck here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiYdjODk-I/AAAAAAAABCI/NEV3zzQO0dc/s1600-h/P8011419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231098600628655074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiYdjODk-I/AAAAAAAABCI/NEV3zzQO0dc/s320/P8011419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of stuff, and there were only 4 of us, for 1 night! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiYeG0VvtI/AAAAAAAABCQ/62iI4L5-_6U/s1600-h/P8011420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231098610184470226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiYeG0VvtI/AAAAAAAABCQ/62iI4L5-_6U/s320/P8011420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to head out. We were very excited. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiYeo3_yLI/AAAAAAAABCY/I6u5ObtQHj4/s1600-h/P8011429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231098619326613682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiYeo3_yLI/AAAAAAAABCY/I6u5ObtQHj4/s320/P8011429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiYfPJ5n_I/AAAAAAAABCg/y0eHupHAnB4/s1600-h/P8011432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231098629602254834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiYfPJ5n_I/AAAAAAAABCg/y0eHupHAnB4/s320/P8011432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiUd1f9SHI/AAAAAAAABBY/930I_3khRns/s1600-h/P8011438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231094207489067122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiUd1f9SHI/AAAAAAAABBY/930I_3khRns/s320/P8011438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, as I said in the previous post, I was enthralled with this bench. There will be a few more pictures of it before the post is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiUefGPT8I/AAAAAAAABBg/QqNIF8RPU2o/s1600-h/P8011439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231094218655485890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiUefGPT8I/AAAAAAAABBg/QqNIF8RPU2o/s320/P8011439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SO beautiful out there when we got there. I can't even describe how happy I was to see the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiUfKTsKvI/AAAAAAAABBo/q3LnmERfmAA/s1600-h/P8011440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231094230254627570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiUfKTsKvI/AAAAAAAABBo/q3LnmERfmAA/s320/P8011440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A set of stairs in front of where we camped. They were half-way under water because of the flooding, but it was kinda cool. We spent a lot of time on the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiUfvlhTLI/AAAAAAAABBw/GY0ijyhLQqg/s1600-h/P8011441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231094240261524658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiUfvlhTLI/AAAAAAAABBw/GY0ijyhLQqg/s320/P8011441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiUgOQ5swI/AAAAAAAABB4/Us9JbQ_Q2sQ/s1600-h/P8011444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231094248496542466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiUgOQ5swI/AAAAAAAABB4/Us9JbQ_Q2sQ/s320/P8011444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiQ0KSEJII/AAAAAAAABAw/wVHPiIN2Jcc/s1600-h/P8011445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231090192978551938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiQ0KSEJII/AAAAAAAABAw/wVHPiIN2Jcc/s320/P8011445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiQ0_TEqEI/AAAAAAAABA4/Z7i8l3pSyDs/s1600-h/P8011446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231090207209859138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiQ0_TEqEI/AAAAAAAABA4/Z7i8l3pSyDs/s320/P8011446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Charlie sit on the bench and pose. :o) He wasn't listening very well though. He was WAY too distracted at everything around him...as you can see. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiQ1Z2-E3I/AAAAAAAABBA/6rhzUpenEfE/s1600-h/P8011448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231090214339744626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiQ1Z2-E3I/AAAAAAAABBA/6rhzUpenEfE/s320/P8011448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting up camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiQ1mHF6jI/AAAAAAAABBI/HpQdkbKB9cg/s1600-h/P8011449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231090217628592690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiQ1mHF6jI/AAAAAAAABBI/HpQdkbKB9cg/s320/P8011449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiQ2D5c8II/AAAAAAAABBQ/5ohe3hQo5A8/s1600-h/P8011451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231090225624445058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiQ2D5c8II/AAAAAAAABBQ/5ohe3hQo5A8/s320/P8011451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the Glory of God is so evident in nature around us. I think this captures that quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiKkVk0PwI/AAAAAAAABAI/_x_Duy_paSU/s1600-h/P8011453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231083324062318338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiKkVk0PwI/AAAAAAAABAI/_x_Duy_paSU/s320/P8011453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiKk-CtBJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/HuzrpBMPc7I/s1600-h/P8011454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231083334925091986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiKk-CtBJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/HuzrpBMPc7I/s320/P8011454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, Josh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ang's&lt;/span&gt; tent is the ginormous yellow igloo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lookin'&lt;/span&gt; thing. :o) Ours is the dark one, in the shadow of the big one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, ours was PLENTY big for us. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiKlCuCYiI/AAAAAAAABAY/AJNmc6t6ca8/s1600-h/P8011456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231083336180589090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiKlCuCYiI/AAAAAAAABAY/AJNmc6t6ca8/s320/P8011456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiKlx8tc3I/AAAAAAAABAg/4Q-9dcjilBg/s1600-h/P8011457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231083348858598258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiKlx8tc3I/AAAAAAAABAg/4Q-9dcjilBg/s320/P8011457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiKmtxxn1I/AAAAAAAABAo/aN4IR7x0nmA/s1600-h/P8011458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231083364918861650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiKmtxxn1I/AAAAAAAABAo/aN4IR7x0nmA/s320/P8011458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My model shot of Charlie. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiGVbpKG-I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/hk4ehpv3Ako/s1600-h/P8011459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231078669946592226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiGVbpKG-I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/hk4ehpv3Ako/s320/P8011459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiGVtpfdkI/AAAAAAAAA_g/vApNslZOZfw/s1600-h/P8011465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231078674779829826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiGVtpfdkI/AAAAAAAAA_g/vApNslZOZfw/s320/P8011465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was supposed to be watching Charlie, and he went in his kennel, so I kinda forgot about him, and at some point, he got out of his kennel and wandered off. Whoops. So, Mike comes over and he's like, "Babe, where's the dog?" and I say, "Oh, he's in his ken- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;, I dunno. Great. Where did he go? He was there just a minute ago." So we yelled for him, and Mike found him wandering around by the bathrooms or something. This picture is of when they were walking back to then tent. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, Mike has that look on his face that he gets when he's annoyed at me. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiGWLFQlOI/AAAAAAAAA_o/NAZ4joL4BRY/s1600-h/P8011468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231078682680923362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiGWLFQlOI/AAAAAAAAA_o/NAZ4joL4BRY/s320/P8011468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiGW6NKYWI/AAAAAAAAA_w/BkeFippP-5o/s1600-h/P8011469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231078695330537826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiGW6NKYWI/AAAAAAAAA_w/BkeFippP-5o/s320/P8011469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearing apart a wood pallet for firewood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiGXQYiVMI/AAAAAAAAA_8/TZVRuKcmzyM/s1600-h/P8011475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231078701283824834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiGXQYiVMI/AAAAAAAAA_8/TZVRuKcmzyM/s320/P8011475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hotdog&lt;/span&gt; on the camp stove, because the fire didn't work out too well, with everything around there being soaking wet, from the recent rain and flooding. We tried. We did get one going the following morning though, so it was all good. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiEDiUUwjI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/reN_Rc6kTaY/s1600-h/P8011485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231076163477357106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiEDiUUwjI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/reN_Rc6kTaY/s320/P8011485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's the first half of the pictures. :o) You can look at the previous post, below for the second half, if you haven't already. Hope you enjoyed. :o)&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/4224480374801688042-9027730761095181752?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/9027730761095181752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=9027730761095181752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/9027730761095181752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/9027730761095181752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/08/camping-trip.html' title='Camping Trip'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJiYdSjLiEI/AAAAAAAABCA/zMZQ5zcVJsY/s72-c/P8011418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-477245573035231790</id><published>2008-08-04T11:22:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:00:33.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lambert/Ryan Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>So on Friday after work, Josh and Angela and Mike and I went camping out at Birch Lake. The lake was flooded (as you'll see in the pictures) so we were the only ones out there, except for these people in a camper, and this hippie-ish guy. It was funny. When we got there, he was wading out in the water, in his shorts, washing his clothes. Then he hung them up on a tree, on a little hill away from the water. Later we heard him playing a Ukulele or something to that effect. then he just got in his sleeping bag and camped out the rest of the night. Anyways, we had a good time. It was so quiet and peaceful out there....and there was SUN!!! It's amazing, I know. I didn't realize how tired of the rain I was, and how much I missed the sun, until we got out there, and there it was. God is good. :o) What a blessing that was. Anyways, here are some pictures (there's a lot). :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the hubby. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeGILgn-wI/AAAAAAAAA9o/M399vZqVoAU/s1600-h/P8011486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230796967300823810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeGILgn-wI/AAAAAAAAA9o/M399vZqVoAU/s320/P8011486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Ang, just chillin by the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeGO49PBuI/AAAAAAAAA9w/9AMXSD3Rqyc/s1600-h/P8011489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230797082579633890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeGO49PBuI/AAAAAAAAA9w/9AMXSD3Rqyc/s320/P8011489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeGPVZnTLI/AAAAAAAAA94/LIGIyfLIJbA/s1600-h/P8011490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230797090214857906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeGPVZnTLI/AAAAAAAAA94/LIGIyfLIJbA/s320/P8011490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enthralled with this bench that was partly under water. It just looked so cool, so Ang took some pictures. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeGPliKekI/AAAAAAAAA-A/JfPkc_Ng3Ig/s1600-h/P8011491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230797094545685058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeGPliKekI/AAAAAAAAA-A/JfPkc_Ng3Ig/s320/P8011491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeGQgjLoGI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Z_t56ODULpw/s1600-h/P8011492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230797110387646562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeGQgjLoGI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Z_t56ODULpw/s320/P8011492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to "throw your arms up in the air!" and this was the result: :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeEzXAFu3I/AAAAAAAAA9A/fZL2_4S3DqA/s1600-h/P8011493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230795510096706418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeEzXAFu3I/AAAAAAAAA9A/fZL2_4S3DqA/s320/P8011493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeEz9KdLdI/AAAAAAAAA9I/vvlscu89qps/s1600-h/P8011495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230795520340733394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeEz9KdLdI/AAAAAAAAA9I/vvlscu89qps/s320/P8011495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, making wood shavings to start a fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeE0HuvJZI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ENPEZG9Qzy0/s1600-h/P8011496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230795523177260434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeE0HuvJZI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ENPEZG9Qzy0/s320/P8011496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeE0mI4w-I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/pQ9cGMLd5NU/s1600-h/P8011497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230795531340006370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeE0mI4w-I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/pQ9cGMLd5NU/s320/P8011497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hippie-ish guy's little camp. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeE1PaSrPI/AAAAAAAAA9g/zKopbjs1UW4/s1600-h/P8011501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230795542418861298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeE1PaSrPI/AAAAAAAAA9g/zKopbjs1UW4/s320/P8011501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeC2bY9bxI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/OAJYR9xzQtE/s1600-h/P8011502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230793363791114002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeC2bY9bxI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/OAJYR9xzQtE/s320/P8011502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeC26eFmWI/AAAAAAAAA8g/_26h5DB7O6o/s1600-h/P8011503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230793372134119778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeC26eFmWI/AAAAAAAAA8g/_26h5DB7O6o/s320/P8011503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeC3VZnGjI/AAAAAAAAA8o/EDFfe7D2W6Q/s1600-h/P8011504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230793379363101234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeC3VZnGjI/AAAAAAAAA8o/EDFfe7D2W6Q/s320/P8011504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeC36nM1FI/AAAAAAAAA8w/TS4AJQZQDyg/s1600-h/P8011505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230793389352211538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeC36nM1FI/AAAAAAAAA8w/TS4AJQZQDyg/s320/P8011505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeC4C8Sj3I/AAAAAAAAA84/5z_QRinlvi0/s1600-h/P8011506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230793391588151154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeC4C8Sj3I/AAAAAAAAA84/5z_QRinlvi0/s320/P8011506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, after we woke up. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeAyenOAOI/AAAAAAAAA7w/suYTGTAy5W8/s1600-h/P8021509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230791096913494242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeAyenOAOI/AAAAAAAAA7w/suYTGTAy5W8/s320/P8021509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookin breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeAy7RzVDI/AAAAAAAAA74/Ydheh8jDyl0/s1600-h/P8021510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230791104608293938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeAy7RzVDI/AAAAAAAAA74/Ydheh8jDyl0/s320/P8021510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeAzTsRWaI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ATuh3-mQk74/s1600-h/P8021511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230791111161764258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeAzTsRWaI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ATuh3-mQk74/s320/P8021511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was messing with her camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeAzuuwu8I/AAAAAAAAA8I/7jPQ_d_NFXc/s1600-h/P8021512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230791118419966914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeAzuuwu8I/AAAAAAAAA8I/7jPQ_d_NFXc/s320/P8021512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeA0ErMq0I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/C7QBjFa1Dvg/s1600-h/P8021513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230791124310600514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeA0ErMq0I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/C7QBjFa1Dvg/s320/P8021513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJduabGa0pI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VMFsrjQ4aFQ/s1600-h/P8021515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230770892444455570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJduabGa0pI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VMFsrjQ4aFQ/s320/P8021515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nature pictures. :o) Ang and I decided we would take some. I'm especially happy with my mushrooms. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdua6a4bcI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WCT-8LIVslQ/s1600-h/P8021518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230770900851781058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdua6a4bcI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WCT-8LIVslQ/s320/P8021518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdubGNxWcI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/u5uAGelh2WY/s1600-h/P8021521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230770904018016706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdubGNxWcI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/u5uAGelh2WY/s320/P8021521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I like these ones too. Kinda mystical. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdubpfyNoI/AAAAAAAAA7g/PZH-KDvOIeQ/s1600-h/P8021523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230770913488811650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdubpfyNoI/AAAAAAAAA7g/PZH-KDvOIeQ/s320/P8021523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdub5A57oI/AAAAAAAAA7o/ww5hUt2qS3M/s1600-h/P8021524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230770917654261378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdub5A57oI/AAAAAAAAA7o/ww5hUt2qS3M/s320/P8021524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdsQORRABI/AAAAAAAAA6g/LuE5iMuZAEk/s1600-h/P8021525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230768518178340882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdsQORRABI/AAAAAAAAA6g/LuE5iMuZAEk/s320/P8021525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdsQnYPMgI/AAAAAAAAA6o/OrJsjD3d1k8/s1600-h/P8021530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230768524918469122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdsQnYPMgI/AAAAAAAAA6o/OrJsjD3d1k8/s320/P8021530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdsREQc6OI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ux6FpKGXIVk/s1600-h/P8021531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230768532670441698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdsREQc6OI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ux6FpKGXIVk/s320/P8021531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdsRdDXnWI/AAAAAAAAA64/J8viT2fUlu4/s1600-h/P8021532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230768539326455138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdsRdDXnWI/AAAAAAAAA64/J8viT2fUlu4/s320/P8021532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdsRjvfelI/AAAAAAAAA7A/FUAGgPPh_B4/s1600-h/P8021533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230768541122132562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdsRjvfelI/AAAAAAAAA7A/FUAGgPPh_B4/s320/P8021533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdqfx9OG9I/AAAAAAAAA54/ocLmdgrwS3Q/s1600-h/P8021534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230766586432723922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdqfx9OG9I/AAAAAAAAA54/ocLmdgrwS3Q/s320/P8021534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdqgBo1XYI/AAAAAAAAA6A/j7X8jbFfzEk/s1600-h/P8021535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230766590642183554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdqgBo1XYI/AAAAAAAAA6A/j7X8jbFfzEk/s320/P8021535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sign cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdqgqBKd6I/AAAAAAAAA6I/_nsZg3IFNX8/s1600-h/P8021537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230766601481648034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdqgqBKd6I/AAAAAAAAA6I/_nsZg3IFNX8/s320/P8021537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdqhNssp1I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/yJrRPtzhYb0/s1600-h/P8021543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230766611059484498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdqhNssp1I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/yJrRPtzhYb0/s320/P8021543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdqhw6hmAI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/DclgO7RDpDA/s1600-h/P8021540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230766620512720898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdqhw6hmAI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/DclgO7RDpDA/s320/P8021540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked over to the military side of the lake, and they had all these beach chairs lined up, and it was actually pretty nice over there. Lame. Luckily we were the only ones there, so we could actually get over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdop7qEARI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Xs8ZC2SDW5o/s1600-h/P8021544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230764561812160786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdop7qEARI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Xs8ZC2SDW5o/s320/P8021544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lighting didn't turn out right in this one. It was way cooler in person. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdoqadxUcI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ufyBEoZl1N4/s1600-h/P8021546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230764570082103746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdoqadxUcI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ufyBEoZl1N4/s320/P8021546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdorF5I_rI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sZI2NEmCjDk/s1600-h/P8021548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230764581739626162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdorF5I_rI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sZI2NEmCjDk/s320/P8021548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is what you get now that I'm married. You have to have a kissy-face picture every once in a while. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdorSyMOUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/5vRTq9jKlpQ/s1600-h/P8021549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230764585200138562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdorSyMOUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/5vRTq9jKlpQ/s320/P8021549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdosCdViEI/AAAAAAAAA5w/lUnB5edDzw8/s1600-h/P8021552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230764597997570114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdosCdViEI/AAAAAAAAA5w/lUnB5edDzw8/s320/P8021552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lighting was bad in this one too. Hmm, I wonder if that's what you would use a lens hood for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdeSoaGykI/AAAAAAAAA4o/oeYAcOVh2e8/s1600-h/P8021554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230753166391691842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdeSoaGykI/AAAAAAAAA4o/oeYAcOVh2e8/s320/P8021554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group pictures! This was right before we left to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdeTdbu15I/AAAAAAAAA4w/OBjKfTQawg4/s1600-h/P8021558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230753180625590162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdeTdbu15I/AAAAAAAAA4w/OBjKfTQawg4/s320/P8021558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdeTq1b_II/AAAAAAAAA44/SA23rCizQWU/s1600-h/P8021559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230753184223067266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdeTq1b_II/AAAAAAAAA44/SA23rCizQWU/s320/P8021559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, then Ang and I decided to get on the bench together. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdeUFnkncI/AAAAAAAAA5A/eGWug1k57Ms/s1600-h/P8021560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230753191412669890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdeUFnkncI/AAAAAAAAA5A/eGWug1k57Ms/s320/P8021560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends. Love it. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdeU8TYXXI/AAAAAAAAA5I/s3nva6-EgpA/s1600-h/P8021561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230753206091930994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJdeU8TYXXI/AAAAAAAAA5I/s3nva6-EgpA/s320/P8021561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I got too many pictures in this post or something, because blogger won't let me load any more. So, I think I'm going to post the first half (I load them backwards, so they stay in the right order) in a different post. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-477245573035231790?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/477245573035231790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=477245573035231790' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/477245573035231790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/477245573035231790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/08/lambertryan-camping-trip.html' title='Lambert/Ryan Camping Trip'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJeGILgn-wI/AAAAAAAAA9o/M399vZqVoAU/s72-c/P8011486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-601249198059341874</id><published>2008-07-31T13:16:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:15:39.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>So, I guess I'm on a roll today as far as posting goes. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday night, Mike calls me, telling me he has to run by Wal-Mart before he comes home, and being the sweet husband that he is, asks me if I need anything. So, I think for a minute, and start rattling off a list. It went something like this: Umm...Well, I could use some new hair scrunchies, a shirt would be nice, Oh! I need some new eyeliner, I'm almost out, something chocolate would be good...umm, that's all I can think of for now. After I rambled on for a few seconds about all these things I really didn't need, I laughed a little, and said, "No, dear. I don't need anything. thanks though. See you when you get home." So that was the end of that. Or so I thought. When he did get home, I was rummaging in the cabinets, trying to figure out what to make for dinner, and he came up be hind me. when I turned around, we were talking, so I didn't really pay attention to the bag he was holding, until he opened it up for me to see. He had bought me a beautiful potted flower. I don't know what they're called, but I love it. :o) He also bought me a bag of Hershey's Bliss chocolates, which I would venture to say are just as good as Dove. :o) Anyways, here are pictures of the flowers. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJI3e1L5xJI/AAAAAAAAA4g/A1LwHISKQo8/s1600-h/P7301398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229303120143172754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJI3e1L5xJI/AAAAAAAAA4g/A1LwHISKQo8/s320/P7301398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJIzOCqV0WI/AAAAAAAAA34/WtQAan08rnI/s1600-h/P7301400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229298433656213858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJIzOCqV0WI/AAAAAAAAA34/WtQAan08rnI/s320/P7301400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJIzOUsux3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/STz0x6EhaKo/s1600-h/P7301403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229298438498076530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJIzOUsux3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/STz0x6EhaKo/s320/P7301403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJIzO07AdrI/AAAAAAAAA4I/fCkUN_JzDRk/s1600-h/P7301404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229298447147890354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJIzO07AdrI/AAAAAAAAA4I/fCkUN_JzDRk/s320/P7301404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJIzPAaqvtI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/cWTwzOqWka0/s1600-h/P7301405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229298450233474770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJIzPAaqvtI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/cWTwzOqWka0/s320/P7301405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJIzPv9X9JI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/PFVwuKYfuVA/s1600-h/P7301406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229298462995510418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJIzPv9X9JI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/PFVwuKYfuVA/s320/P7301406.JPG" 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/4224480374801688042-601249198059341874?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/601249198059341874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=601249198059341874' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/601249198059341874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/601249198059341874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/07/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJI3e1L5xJI/AAAAAAAAA4g/A1LwHISKQo8/s72-c/P7301398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-7366947386803767011</id><published>2008-07-31T12:46:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:15:56.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Birthday</title><content type='html'>Well, I forgot to buy candles on Saturday when we did Mike's birthday, and it was driving me nuts that we didn't sing, and he didn't get to blow out candles. So, on his actual birthday, I went to the store, and bought a chocolate cake mix, and white icing that has that fun fetti stuff in it or whatever, and candles, and went home and baked him a cake. :o) However, I didn't have anything to spray the pan with, so I used olive oil. It didn't work. The cake stuck, and fell apart. Well, I managed to get it iced anyways, although it wasn't pretty. It sure was tasty though, so I guess it didn't matter in the end. :o) Josh and Ang were over for dinner, because Ang and I went shopping for food for our little overnight camping trip this weekend. So, once again, they helped us celebrate Mike's birthday. :o) Here are a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor cake. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJInFC2r6eI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Z7joU4iKQWU/s1600-h/P7291393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229285084949637602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJInFC2r6eI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Z7joU4iKQWU/s320/P7291393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were singing. (hence the funny look on Josh's face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJInF0G469I/AAAAAAAAA3o/WK-sF9iz4kA/s1600-h/P7291394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229285098170936274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJInF0G469I/AAAAAAAAA3o/WK-sF9iz4kA/s320/P7291394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was proud of himself that he blew out ALL the candles at once. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJInGV9x1tI/AAAAAAAAA3w/XBywRCHCJxM/s1600-h/P7291395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229285107259528914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJInGV9x1tI/AAAAAAAAA3w/XBywRCHCJxM/s320/P7291395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-7366947386803767011?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/7366947386803767011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=7366947386803767011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/7366947386803767011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/7366947386803767011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-birthday.html' title='More Birthday'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJInFC2r6eI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Z7joU4iKQWU/s72-c/P7291393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-169805789323667276</id><published>2008-07-30T18:08:00.016-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:25:36.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know. You're all about to fall over in the floor, but here you have it: Day 4. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we went to the Aloha Stadium, and shopped. We didn't get any pictures of that though. It's not quite as big of a deal as I remember it being when I was 11. :o) Of course, that might have been because SOMEONE *ahem* doesn't like shopping, and wouldn't hardly let me browse at all. :o) Anyways, we didn't stay at the Aloha Stadium long. It was really, really hot. We did get a coconut to drink out of though. Should have gotten a picture of that too, but alas, I didn't. Oh well. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went to the Aloha Stadium, we went to Pearl Harbor, since it was right down the road from the Stadium. There was a 2 hour wait to go on the boat out to the memorial. They give you a little ticket, with a number on it, which splits everyone up into groups, as they come in (we were in group 19). Anyways, at first we weren't going to wait, we didn't really think it was a big deal. But somewhere along the way we just decided to stay. I'm glad we did. These first pictures are of when we were wandering around waiting for our group's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFtKPS_DKI/AAAAAAAAA24/7X83u8H1-20/s1600-h/P6180759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229080665026137250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFtKPS_DKI/AAAAAAAAA24/7X83u8H1-20/s320/P6180759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white thing out in the water is the USS Arizona Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFtLAe__1I/AAAAAAAAA3A/2mug7k_hUCU/s1600-h/P6180760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229080678229868370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFtLAe__1I/AAAAAAAAA3A/2mug7k_hUCU/s320/P6180760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some Pearl Harbor Survivors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFtLYDvUlI/AAAAAAAAA3I/QVc9-VJlfh4/s1600-h/P6180761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229080684557980242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFtLYDvUlI/AAAAAAAAA3I/QVc9-VJlfh4/s320/P6180761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFtL2m6izI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/xnxM_wjTb7k/s1600-h/P6180762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229080692758580018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFtL2m6izI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/xnxM_wjTb7k/s320/P6180762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFtMMSNMmI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/PYDHbhDnk78/s1600-h/P6180763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229080698577302114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFtMMSNMmI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/PYDHbhDnk78/s320/P6180763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A model of the Memorial. The glass represents the water, and it shows you how much of the Arizona is under water, and what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFr7hCP2aI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/UHf837xctb0/s1600-h/P6180765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229079312578107810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFr7hCP2aI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/UHf837xctb0/s320/P6180765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sorry, but I'm not sure what this is (I mean, obviously it's a ship, I just don't know what it's called). It just looked cool. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFr7-ysQgI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/rf-2OBhd6cs/s1600-h/P6180768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229079320565924354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFr7-ysQgI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/rf-2OBhd6cs/s320/P6180768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFr8JtgPBI/AAAAAAAAA2g/By0v_G_VHDE/s1600-h/P6180769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229079323496954898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFr8JtgPBI/AAAAAAAAA2g/By0v_G_VHDE/s320/P6180769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFr8ZM3zpI/AAAAAAAAA2o/sQCV9TGYURs/s1600-h/P6180773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229079327655054994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFr8ZM3zpI/AAAAAAAAA2o/sQCV9TGYURs/s320/P6180773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of these blocks represents a vessel that was hit during Pearl Harbor. On each block is a list of names. A list of people who died on each vessel. They go all the way around the flag in the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFr820m5mI/AAAAAAAAA2w/hvQ5pnssKAg/s1600-h/P6180774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229079335606347362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFr820m5mI/AAAAAAAAA2w/hvQ5pnssKAg/s320/P6180774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFqvjmg1sI/AAAAAAAAA1o/W43PTlhYGJo/s1600-h/P6180776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229078007597029058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFqvjmg1sI/AAAAAAAAA1o/W43PTlhYGJo/s320/P6180776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought this was funny. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFqwGRjNNI/AAAAAAAAA1w/5VWI4E1VTug/s1600-h/P6180777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229078016904344786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFqwGRjNNI/AAAAAAAAA1w/5VWI4E1VTug/s320/P6180777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a submarine called the USS Bowfin. It did some pretty amazing stuff, and never had a fatality. All of her men, that ever served on it, came home safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFqwg0JZWI/AAAAAAAAA14/Vs9zExDxWIU/s1600-h/P6180778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229078024028775778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFqwg0JZWI/AAAAAAAAA14/Vs9zExDxWIU/s320/P6180778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to pay to get on it, so we settled for just looking at it. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFqxNWD4RI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jye-01fYDZw/s1600-h/P6180779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229078035982180626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFqxNWD4RI/AAAAAAAAA2A/jye-01fYDZw/s320/P6180779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not exactly sure what this thing was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFqxiqNTJI/AAAAAAAAA2I/hZL25CbRL88/s1600-h/P6180782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229078041703828626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFqxiqNTJI/AAAAAAAAA2I/hZL25CbRL88/s320/P6180782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist the plumerias. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFpWL5xvSI/AAAAAAAAA1A/F3t_Yj9M9r4/s1600-h/P6180783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229076472227020066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFpWL5xvSI/AAAAAAAAA1A/F3t_Yj9M9r4/s320/P6180783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could actually see out of this periscope. It went up, out of the roof, and you could look out over the water and see the Memorial and everything. It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFpWSsqg7I/AAAAAAAAA1I/iZS4---DTEg/s1600-h/P6180784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229076474051068850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFpWSsqg7I/AAAAAAAAA1I/iZS4---DTEg/s320/P6180784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFpWuF906I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/WCjaNSHuHXE/s1600-h/P6180785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229076481404949410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFpWuF906I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/WCjaNSHuHXE/s320/P6180785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Japanese man-driven torpedo. This thing was HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFpXMy4BmI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/W0VIbFsCvA4/s1600-h/P6180786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229076489646376546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFpXMy4BmI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/W0VIbFsCvA4/s320/P6180786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got so hot, so we found a shady place to sit and wait out the rest of our time. It felt sooo good. We layed down and took a nap for a little while too. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFpXceFQ6I/AAAAAAAAA1g/ISExboU5qeM/s1600-h/P6180787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229076493854131106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFpXceFQ6I/AAAAAAAAA1g/ISExboU5qeM/s320/P6180787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you go out to the Memorial, they take you into a theater, where you watch a video about Pearl Harbor. I think this is a really good idea, because it puts you in the right mindset, for visiting the memorial. It kind of sobers you up, instead of being like, "Oh, I'm some dumb tourist here to have a great time, and I'm going to go see a sunken ship!" Anyways, it was good. Really sad video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFoGE2lXvI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/M3ZRSb5SO_g/s1600-h/P6180789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229075095945043698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFoGE2lXvI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/M3ZRSb5SO_g/s320/P6180789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFoGsMd2kI/AAAAAAAAA0g/qGZ0Hq3Kxoc/s1600-h/P6180790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229075106505808450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFoGsMd2kI/AAAAAAAAA0g/qGZ0Hq3Kxoc/s320/P6180790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFoG01JnWI/AAAAAAAAA0o/blcU5d0TfYA/s1600-h/P6180792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229075108823932258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFoG01JnWI/AAAAAAAAA0o/blcU5d0TfYA/s320/P6180792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFoHDt_E1I/AAAAAAAAA0w/jlpGwL3sn6w/s1600-h/P6180793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229075112820413266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFoHDt_E1I/AAAAAAAAA0w/jlpGwL3sn6w/s320/P6180793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows what the ship used to look like, and what it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFoHZqx3wI/AAAAAAAAA04/Skpu78Sf5V4/s1600-h/P6180794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229075118712545026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFoHZqx3wI/AAAAAAAAA04/Skpu78Sf5V4/s320/P6180794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the names of all of the men that died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFmeEP35wI/AAAAAAAAAzw/CJobPOlGyms/s1600-h/P6180798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229073309076285186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFmeEP35wI/AAAAAAAAAzw/CJobPOlGyms/s320/P6180798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFmeuzzWdI/AAAAAAAAAz4/pqdFXrm29ME/s1600-h/P6180799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229073320501270994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFmeuzzWdI/AAAAAAAAAz4/pqdFXrm29ME/s320/P6180799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFme_mwrsI/AAAAAAAAA0A/KIFx6asc46M/s1600-h/P6180800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229073325009972930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFme_mwrsI/AAAAAAAAA0A/KIFx6asc46M/s320/P6180800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a viewing hole in the far end of the memorial, to look down into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFmfZPAEEI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ku7ehLbEGww/s1600-h/P6180801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229073331889639490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFmfZPAEEI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ku7ehLbEGww/s320/P6180801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFmfnFYllI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/YbSgLU5wkdM/s1600-h/P6180802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229073335607400018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFmfnFYllI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/YbSgLU5wkdM/s320/P6180802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFjpXSDm-I/AAAAAAAAAzI/bcBqHLDxWJ4/s1600-h/P6180803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229070204629392354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFjpXSDm-I/AAAAAAAAAzI/bcBqHLDxWJ4/s320/P6180803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFjp-G60pI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/uZD11q6-AJI/s1600-h/P6180804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229070215051661970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFjp-G60pI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/uZD11q6-AJI/s320/P6180804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFjqM-BQsI/AAAAAAAAAzY/dKBdziUESKM/s1600-h/P6180805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229070219040867010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFjqM-BQsI/AAAAAAAAAzY/dKBdziUESKM/s320/P6180805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance of the memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFjqjd3I6I/AAAAAAAAAzg/B5by2Z8Cpqw/s1600-h/P6180810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229070225080001442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFjqjd3I6I/AAAAAAAAAzg/B5by2Z8Cpqw/s320/P6180810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFjq_itp6I/AAAAAAAAAzo/E30ev8FDF9g/s1600-h/P6180809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229070232616544162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFjq_itp6I/AAAAAAAAAzo/E30ev8FDF9g/s320/P6180809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFiJN3cayI/AAAAAAAAAyg/1AAz2FGEJNc/s1600-h/P6180812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229068552834411298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFiJN3cayI/AAAAAAAAAyg/1AAz2FGEJNc/s320/P6180812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shows the routes that the Japs took, in their attack on Pearl Harbor, and 3 other military bases on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFiJeLimOI/AAAAAAAAAyo/IKorqqOb_u8/s1600-h/P6180813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229068557213669602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFiJeLimOI/AAAAAAAAAyo/IKorqqOb_u8/s320/P6180813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFiJ7e9tZI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Es79v32Mg30/s1600-h/P6180815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229068565079766418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFiJ7e9tZI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Es79v32Mg30/s320/P6180815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFiKICLPbI/AAAAAAAAAy4/SoKdGtMj9zQ/s1600-h/P6180816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229068568448679346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFiKICLPbI/AAAAAAAAAy4/SoKdGtMj9zQ/s320/P6180816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFiKemR6DI/AAAAAAAAAzA/oQqlLaPb8yQ/s1600-h/P6180820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229068574505691186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFiKemR6DI/AAAAAAAAAzA/oQqlLaPb8yQ/s320/P6180820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad we went to Pearl Harbor. It was definitely worth the wait to go out to the Memorial. It was a really good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got done at Pearl Harbor, we drove out to Ko Olina. It's this super nice part of the Island where all the ritzy people live. It was SO pretty. You don't realize how dirty and busy the city is, until you go out to Ko Olina. I loved it there. It was so much more relaxed than Waikiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFgUHlQGAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2vTiFGCaLq8/s1600-h/P6180821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229066541102798850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFgUHlQGAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2vTiFGCaLq8/s320/P6180821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFgUubya4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/zBd3uzPlLw8/s1600-h/P6180823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229066551532088194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFgUubya4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/zBd3uzPlLw8/s320/P6180823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFgU05I6zI/AAAAAAAAAyI/lw7o1IlP4F0/s1600-h/P6180829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229066553265810226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFgU05I6zI/AAAAAAAAAyI/lw7o1IlP4F0/s320/P6180829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFgVXHru1I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/e6Il_0OHiwU/s1600-h/P6180831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229066562453617490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFgVXHru1I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/e6Il_0OHiwU/s320/P6180831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFgVl57iuI/AAAAAAAAAyY/BfB50x0XeO8/s1600-h/P6180836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229066566422465250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFgVl57iuI/AAAAAAAAAyY/BfB50x0XeO8/s320/P6180836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the big resorts out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEri4lEsqI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/gZ8lnlHPhqc/s1600-h/P6180838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229008520657285794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEri4lEsqI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/gZ8lnlHPhqc/s320/P6180838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJErjASnvrI/AAAAAAAAAxY/rUEvFdCQdf8/s1600-h/P6180839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229008522727374514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJErjASnvrI/AAAAAAAAAxY/rUEvFdCQdf8/s320/P6180839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJErjoMq14I/AAAAAAAAAxg/hBK_sZN66ik/s1600-h/P6180843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229008533439829890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJErjoMq14I/AAAAAAAAAxg/hBK_sZN66ik/s320/P6180843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJErkNgzHnI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_MnzhjwQnbM/s1600-h/P6180844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229008543456370290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJErkNgzHnI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_MnzhjwQnbM/s320/P6180844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJErkdlRhUI/AAAAAAAAAxw/nKdWLMdwmeY/s1600-h/P6180845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229008547770107202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJErkdlRhUI/AAAAAAAAAxw/nKdWLMdwmeY/s320/P6180845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEqM3rhHfI/AAAAAAAAAwo/gflXlxa1lLg/s1600-h/P6180846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229007042947128818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEqM3rhHfI/AAAAAAAAAwo/gflXlxa1lLg/s320/P6180846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEqNvZQYMI/AAAAAAAAAww/Be0nIRP77xs/s1600-h/P6180852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229007057902919874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEqNvZQYMI/AAAAAAAAAww/Be0nIRP77xs/s320/P6180852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEqOTzSyHI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Z-Nc3u5Bubc/s1600-h/P6180853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229007067675805810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEqOTzSyHI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Z-Nc3u5Bubc/s320/P6180853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEqOgFJheI/AAAAAAAAAxA/73K7DG69vCo/s1600-h/P6180854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229007070971921890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEqOgFJheI/AAAAAAAAAxA/73K7DG69vCo/s320/P6180854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEqPIHS1II/AAAAAAAAAxI/_CVczLn57mM/s1600-h/P6180855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229007081718338690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEqPIHS1II/AAAAAAAAAxI/_CVczLn57mM/s320/P6180855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJElXlz5HQI/AAAAAAAAAvY/p66WBAl-7No/s1600-h/P6180856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229001729570839810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJElXlz5HQI/AAAAAAAAAvY/p66WBAl-7No/s320/P6180856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some ducks, just chillin. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJElX47ohDI/AAAAAAAAAvg/iyy0et-WWnY/s1600-h/P6180858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229001734703580210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJElX47ohDI/AAAAAAAAAvg/iyy0et-WWnY/s320/P6180858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJElYRMUuYI/AAAAAAAAAvo/QEh4D61Sle8/s1600-h/P6180860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229001741216037250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJElYRMUuYI/AAAAAAAAAvo/QEh4D61Sle8/s320/P6180860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJElY-l74RI/AAAAAAAAAvw/HGw42zFpgWw/s1600-h/P6180863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229001753403056402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJElY-l74RI/AAAAAAAAAvw/HGw42zFpgWw/s320/P6180863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was a man-made lagoon. It was perfect for going swimming, because the waves were still there, but they weren't big at all. It was more of a peaceful rocking sort of thing. It was nice. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJElZB65FFI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Z-LeEpugiSE/s1600-h/P6180864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229001754296259666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJElZB65FFI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Z-LeEpugiSE/s320/P6180864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEjLPtl7wI/AAAAAAAAAuw/_u-seBLHJac/s1600-h/P6180865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228999318457151234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEjLPtl7wI/AAAAAAAAAuw/_u-seBLHJac/s320/P6180865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEjL1EhTVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/6x6k-v0qQhI/s1600-h/P6180866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228999328485428562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEjL1EhTVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/6x6k-v0qQhI/s320/P6180866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEjMJ3bNmI/AAAAAAAAAvA/mDCSHbmB_j4/s1600-h/P6180870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228999334067648098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEjMJ3bNmI/AAAAAAAAAvA/mDCSHbmB_j4/s320/P6180870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEjM1O8VxI/AAAAAAAAAvI/uakOI4LiS3g/s1600-h/P6180871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228999345709012754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEjM1O8VxI/AAAAAAAAAvI/uakOI4LiS3g/s320/P6180871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEjNeivnaI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/JFhaKYoaAZI/s1600-h/P6180872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228999356797918626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEjNeivnaI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/JFhaKYoaAZI/s320/P6180872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the awesome flip-flops that Lanae` bought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEf8bVadiI/AAAAAAAAAuI/GG7oa1VriwQ/s1600-h/P6180874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228995765344040482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEf8bVadiI/AAAAAAAAAuI/GG7oa1VriwQ/s320/P6180874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEf8gvqzBI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/SCf4eFx3oYc/s1600-h/P6180875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228995766796340242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEf8gvqzBI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/SCf4eFx3oYc/s320/P6180875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEf9CkK_tI/AAAAAAAAAuY/9TDq2jM5BXU/s1600-h/P6180876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228995775874924242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEf9CkK_tI/AAAAAAAAAuY/9TDq2jM5BXU/s320/P6180876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plumerias, imagine that. :o) I was obsessed with them. They smell SO amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEf_AB8cJI/AAAAAAAAAug/K3cbaJ7748Y/s1600-h/P6180883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228995809554231442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEf_AB8cJI/AAAAAAAAAug/K3cbaJ7748Y/s320/P6180883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so the weird parking lot attendant who could barely speak a word of English took this for us. It was a bit of a weird encounter. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEf_x8YORI/AAAAAAAAAuo/f5L8hgpCOY0/s1600-h/P6180886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228995822952659218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJEf_x8YORI/AAAAAAAAAuo/f5L8hgpCOY0/s320/P6180886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it. Day 4. :o) Hope you enjoyed. &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/4224480374801688042-169805789323667276?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/169805789323667276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=169805789323667276' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/169805789323667276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/169805789323667276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-4-wednesday.html' title='Day 4: Wednesday'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SJFtKPS_DKI/AAAAAAAAA24/7X83u8H1-20/s72-c/P6180759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-5071467195322520541</id><published>2008-07-29T14:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:36:13.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is my husband's birthday. :o) I don't really have a whole lot planned for tonight, because we already did everything over the weekend. Josh, and Angela and I set up a surprise dinner for him, and we took him out to Gambardella's. He didn't know Josh and Ang were involved in the whole scheme until we got to the restaurant. Ok, here's what happened. Mike had to work a side job all day, so I told him he HAD to be home, and ready to leave the house at 6:00 (reservations were at 6:30). So at that point he knew something was up, but he didn't know why or what was going on. So, while he was working, I mixed up this cake mix that you bake in the croc pot (recipe courtesy of Jenn, thanks Jenn, it was AWESOME!!!) and I took it over to Josh and Ang's house, for them to put in the croc pot before they left, so it could cook while we were at dinner. So, mike came home at 5:15 and we got ready to leave. About half way to Gambardella's, Mike figured out where we were going, but he still didn't know it was for his birthday, and he still didn't know that Josh and Ang were going to be there. We were walking inside and he saw their car, and he was like "Is Josh and Ang here?" I said, "What? I don't know." It was funny. So we get inside, and I whisper to the lady at the door that the reservations are for 4 and they're under Lambert, but the other two are already there. So she told us how to get upstairs, and we went up there, and Josh and Ang were sitting at the table. That's when Mike finally caught on, and when Josh said, "Happy early birthday!". It was funny. So we had an awesome dinner, and a lot of fun just talking, and enjoying each other's company. Here are some pictures at Gambardella's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-l5hea1jI/AAAAAAAAAtY/UeTWU-7Eexg/s1600-h/P7261383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228580100057519666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-l5hea1jI/AAAAAAAAAtY/UeTWU-7Eexg/s320/P7261383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-lb3k4wHI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Nr4K--w3rs8/s1600-h/P7261384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228579590594150514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-lb3k4wHI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Nr4K--w3rs8/s320/P7261384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-lcLMVP8I/AAAAAAAAAtI/tr_6ZRY54Bs/s1600-h/ANG+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228579595859869634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-lcLMVP8I/AAAAAAAAAtI/tr_6ZRY54Bs/s320/ANG+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-lcPnfRdI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uG5buwEGA-0/s1600-h/ANG+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228579597047514578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-lcPnfRdI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uG5buwEGA-0/s320/ANG+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we went back to Josh and Ang's. The cake wasn't quite done cooking, so we opened presents. :o) Josh got him this cool polo shirt from American Eagle. I got him this cool Burton suitcase offline, and 2 Burton t-shirts, a new Burton beanie, and a new pair of snowboarding socks (Burton of course). Needless to say, he was excited about all of his presents. :o) I ordered his suitcase on the first of July, expecting it to take a couple weeks to get here. I had it shipped to work, so he wouldn't know about it, and it got here 3 days after I ordered it! And let me tell you, I had the HARDEST time keeping my mouth shut for 4 weeks about it! :o) I love surprises. Anyways, after presents we ate the chocolate cake and ice cream. It was SOOOO good. If anyone wants the recipe, I will give it to you. I'm going to make it again sometime soon. :o) Anyways, here are some pictures of present time. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-ojRDGpeI/AAAAAAAAAtg/GcB88pM_5Q8/s1600-h/P7261385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228583016225744354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-ojRDGpeI/AAAAAAAAAtg/GcB88pM_5Q8/s320/P7261385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-ojytaHUI/AAAAAAAAAto/v-NndqH10IA/s1600-h/P7261386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228583025261550914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-ojytaHUI/AAAAAAAAAto/v-NndqH10IA/s320/P7261386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-okZRXnWI/AAAAAAAAAtw/NsA2DMMO7iE/s1600-h/P7261387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228583035612929378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-okZRXnWI/AAAAAAAAAtw/NsA2DMMO7iE/s320/P7261387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-olJtuD_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/zeOYpuDETpw/s1600-h/P7261388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228583048616742898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-olJtuD_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/zeOYpuDETpw/s320/P7261388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So happy. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-oloGWVAI/AAAAAAAAAuA/LFMEUWGHvVI/s1600-h/P7261392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228583056773108738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-oloGWVAI/AAAAAAAAAuA/LFMEUWGHvVI/s320/P7261392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-5071467195322520541?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/5071467195322520541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=5071467195322520541' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5071467195322520541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5071467195322520541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI-l5hea1jI/AAAAAAAAAtY/UeTWU-7Eexg/s72-c/P7261383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-4946664818091985390</id><published>2008-07-28T19:35:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:57:54.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey Moon Day 3 - Tuesday</title><content type='html'>We went Surfing on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6dphsdVxI/AAAAAAAAAsY/M5uD4teDM1k/s1600-h/P6170680_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289554168764178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6dphsdVxI/AAAAAAAAAsY/M5uD4teDM1k/s320/P6170680_01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is out behind Surf &amp;amp; Sea, the company that we got our surfing lessons from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6dqOItvxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/8ohU2PoHWck/s1600-h/P6170671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289566098439954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6dqOItvxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/8ohU2PoHWck/s320/P6170671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6dqgyq9CI/AAAAAAAAAso/FAWBkpnv3sc/s1600-h/P6170673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289571106255906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6dqgyq9CI/AAAAAAAAAso/FAWBkpnv3sc/s320/P6170673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6drSLC99I/AAAAAAAAAsw/3TBXk4wqtUc/s1600-h/P6170675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289584361830354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6drSLC99I/AAAAAAAAAsw/3TBXk4wqtUc/s320/P6170675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike wrote I Luv U in the sand, so of course, I had to take a picture. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6dsNCzuiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/m7-DsNBjb2Y/s1600-h/P6170678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289600164968994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6dsNCzuiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/m7-DsNBjb2Y/s320/P6170678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mike paddling out. the guy further out behind him is our instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6ZU6tZObI/AAAAAAAAArw/eElyyJUSexE/s1600-h/P6170683_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228284802059811250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6ZU6tZObI/AAAAAAAAArw/eElyyJUSexE/s320/P6170683_012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6ZVYMRuOI/AAAAAAAAAr4/PtwlR9qYSU4/s1600-h/P6170685_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228284809973971170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6ZVYMRuOI/AAAAAAAAAr4/PtwlR9qYSU4/s320/P6170685_012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6ZWDWJfSI/AAAAAAAAAsA/-trV-daMYs8/s1600-h/P6170702_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228284821558099234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6ZWDWJfSI/AAAAAAAAAsA/-trV-daMYs8/s320/P6170702_01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with our surf boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6ZWcqQ2lI/AAAAAAAAAsI/yR4pZ-ka3NI/s1600-h/P6170707_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228284828353354322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6ZWcqQ2lI/AAAAAAAAAsI/yR4pZ-ka3NI/s320/P6170707_01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6ZXDAh9kI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mk1fHbNRg3E/s1600-h/P6170709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228284838647297602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6ZXDAh9kI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mk1fHbNRg3E/s320/P6170709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6UJxdYCpI/AAAAAAAAArI/uqPKYHzoZCg/s1600-h/P6170666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228279113040005778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6UJxdYCpI/AAAAAAAAArI/uqPKYHzoZCg/s320/P6170666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6UKoKwXFI/AAAAAAAAArQ/hLv19JsAtCA/s1600-h/P6170670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228279127725857874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6UKoKwXFI/AAAAAAAAArQ/hLv19JsAtCA/s320/P6170670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Surfing, we went to the Dole Pineapple Plantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6ULengBhI/AAAAAAAAArY/ZwkbMvqKT9Q/s1600-h/P6170652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228279142341936658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6ULengBhI/AAAAAAAAArY/ZwkbMvqKT9Q/s320/P6170652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6ULq3LWqI/AAAAAAAAArg/FLCwNUwWsgg/s1600-h/P6170653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228279145628916386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6ULq3LWqI/AAAAAAAAArg/FLCwNUwWsgg/s320/P6170653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6UMNqHJrI/AAAAAAAAAro/X3J-ozl2AtM/s1600-h/P6170656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228279154969355954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6UMNqHJrI/AAAAAAAAAro/X3J-ozl2AtM/s320/P6170656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6SyjJBDoI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Br60VB3kbmA/s1600-h/P6170657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228277614547897986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6SyjJBDoI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Br60VB3kbmA/s320/P6170657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6SzVXPZhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/RQwyM5gdmIc/s1600-h/P6170659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228277628029330962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6SzVXPZhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/RQwyM5gdmIc/s320/P6170659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6S0t0WuRI/AAAAAAAAAqw/jU6vlbD4F_k/s1600-h/P6170660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228277651773765906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6S0t0WuRI/AAAAAAAAAqw/jU6vlbD4F_k/s320/P6170660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6S1PrXk9I/AAAAAAAAAq4/WaYg5_7EIzA/s1600-h/P6170661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228277660862878674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6S1PrXk9I/AAAAAAAAAq4/WaYg5_7EIzA/s320/P6170661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6S29uamWI/AAAAAAAAArA/1Cw-RFZPdSc/s1600-h/P6170662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228277690403559778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6S29uamWI/AAAAAAAAArA/1Cw-RFZPdSc/s320/P6170662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eating a pineapple chili dog. It was actually kinda good. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6Rn1Am0NI/AAAAAAAAAp4/eOYNr-BvIuo/s1600-h/P6170712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228276330854273234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6Rn1Am0NI/AAAAAAAAAp4/eOYNr-BvIuo/s320/P6170712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pineapple Ice cream. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6Rouz59YI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Kqe_nm2pIbs/s1600-h/P6170713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228276346370258306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6Rouz59YI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Kqe_nm2pIbs/s320/P6170713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6RqAgl6fI/AAAAAAAAAqI/EA7xcn4_K90/s1600-h/P6170720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228276368300960242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6RqAgl6fI/AAAAAAAAAqI/EA7xcn4_K90/s320/P6170720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some driving pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6Rq8QkOMI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Iumm7s8I0co/s1600-h/P6170722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228276384339867842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6Rq8QkOMI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Iumm7s8I0co/s320/P6170722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6RrusBL2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/g_7YAroWvjo/s1600-h/P6170723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228276397876784994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6RrusBL2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/g_7YAroWvjo/s320/P6170723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have day 3. :o) Not sure when you'll get day 4, but I'll make an attempt. I did get my wedding pictures back yesterday. :o) So...as soon as I get the honey moon pictures posted, I'll get started on the wedding ones. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-4946664818091985390?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4946664818091985390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=4946664818091985390' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4946664818091985390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4946664818091985390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/07/honey-moon-day-3-tuesday.html' title='Honey Moon Day 3 - Tuesday'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SI6dphsdVxI/AAAAAAAAAsY/M5uD4teDM1k/s72-c/P6170680_01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-1485994140782000175</id><published>2008-07-22T11:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:50:32.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Blog</title><content type='html'>So, I finally figured out how to change my background. I'm much happier with it now, although I'm a little annoyed that it deleted all my pictures in my side bar. I'm going to have to put them all back now. Does anyone know how to keep that from happening? (Maybe Tobi, since you've changed your blog around a couple times?) Any help would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let me know what you think of the new look....unless you hate it, then you can just keep that one to yourself. :o) So let me rephrase: Any positive feedback is welcome. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are having a good day! Talk to ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-1485994140782000175?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1485994140782000175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=1485994140782000175' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1485994140782000175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1485994140782000175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/07/pretty-blog.html' title='Pretty Blog'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-6206461062078189842</id><published>2008-07-19T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:45:33.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Monday</title><content type='html'>So, most of these first half are just of us driving around Waikiki, and stuff. The first half of the pictures is actually the second half of day 2. The second half of the pictures is the first half of our day, I just posted them wrong, and sorry,  but I certainly do not feel like trying to deal with this and fix it. Anyways, here they are. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little lizard we saw outside our condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILcbRLmXsI/AAAAAAAAApk/uyHR_KEKy8Y/s1600-h/P6160613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224980878729830082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILcbRLmXsI/AAAAAAAAApk/uyHR_KEKy8Y/s320/P6160613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILbx5wifpI/AAAAAAAAAo8/va9pdLzDXrQ/s1600-h/P6160620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224980168067677842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILbx5wifpI/AAAAAAAAAo8/va9pdLzDXrQ/s320/P6160620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILbyHCLo1I/AAAAAAAAApE/lsan_o4X2EQ/s1600-h/P6160621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224980171631338322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILbyHCLo1I/AAAAAAAAApE/lsan_o4X2EQ/s320/P6160621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILbycA7XfI/AAAAAAAAApM/lBQuGXCF7TY/s1600-h/P6160623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224980177263222258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILbycA7XfI/AAAAAAAAApM/lBQuGXCF7TY/s320/P6160623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILbyjC5cFI/AAAAAAAAApU/w4-8UzG2nso/s1600-h/P6160626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224980179150532690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILbyjC5cFI/AAAAAAAAApU/w4-8UzG2nso/s320/P6160626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILbyyXr9vI/AAAAAAAAApc/x9bioLDJ47k/s1600-h/P6160627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224980183264261874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILbyyXr9vI/AAAAAAAAApc/x9bioLDJ47k/s320/P6160627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILaRju5HTI/AAAAAAAAAoU/rfCYR1wGh7Q/s1600-h/P6160628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224978512887749938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILaRju5HTI/AAAAAAAAAoU/rfCYR1wGh7Q/s320/P6160628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILaSOzIXQI/AAAAAAAAAoc/LyuoI9BWRPU/s1600-h/P6160629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224978524448251138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILaSOzIXQI/AAAAAAAAAoc/LyuoI9BWRPU/s320/P6160629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILaSdP7pXI/AAAAAAAAAok/5h8D47_1cEg/s1600-h/P6160632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224978528327148914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILaSdP7pXI/AAAAAAAAAok/5h8D47_1cEg/s320/P6160632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILaSiRCxmI/AAAAAAAAAos/JA9BUzqpwRw/s1600-h/P6160633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224978529673987682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILaSiRCxmI/AAAAAAAAAos/JA9BUzqpwRw/s320/P6160633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A REALLY Big drum. Note the little sign next to it. If you look closely you can see how big the man plating it is in comparison. It was pretty huge. Picture doesn't really portray that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILaS20KcYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/pBT-YSo2uzI/s1600-h/P6160635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224978535190000002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILaS20KcYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/pBT-YSo2uzI/s320/P6160635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SIJa2gtQsfI/AAAAAAAAAns/5LL2ZYtkogg/s1600-h/P6160637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838410242404850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SIJa2gtQsfI/AAAAAAAAAns/5LL2ZYtkogg/s320/P6160637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SIJa28x5zyI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0QDikBl5WY4/s1600-h/P6160638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838417778069282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SIJa28x5zyI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0QDikBl5WY4/s320/P6160638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SIJa3EnIVKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/WWg_xJOCK2A/s1600-h/P6160642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838419880367266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SIJa3EnIVKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/WWg_xJOCK2A/s320/P6160642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SIJa3XsV9TI/AAAAAAAAAoE/a0tr91wmtA8/s1600-h/P6160643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838425002505522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SIJa3XsV9TI/AAAAAAAAAoE/a0tr91wmtA8/s320/P6160643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SIJa3vWzOcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/bx9gk5GrAHM/s1600-h/P6160644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224838431354599874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SIJa3vWzOcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/bx9gk5GrAHM/s320/P6160644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhjgthGRsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Z3_tHqSyjDc/s1600-h/P6160646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222033181561472706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhjgthGRsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Z3_tHqSyjDc/s320/P6160646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhjhL9bPQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fyam9E-5cvE/s1600-h/P6160647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222033189733350658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhjhL9bPQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fyam9E-5cvE/s320/P6160647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, this was the first half of our day. We went snorkeling at Hanauma bay, which is a sunken volcano crater. The reef and fish here are pretty cool. we had a great time, but battling the waves is pretty tiring. It was awesome though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhjhph0lnI/AAAAAAAAAnU/D8SqXpIZTXg/s1600-h/P6160586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222033197670635122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhjhph0lnI/AAAAAAAAAnU/D8SqXpIZTXg/s320/P6160586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the crater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhjh02-TLI/AAAAAAAAAnc/calAMpMg0Uw/s1600-h/P6160589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222033200712142002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhjh02-TLI/AAAAAAAAAnc/calAMpMg0Uw/s320/P6160589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhjiZZUWRI/AAAAAAAAAnk/IyjsfI6Euxs/s1600-h/P6160591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222033210519869714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhjiZZUWRI/AAAAAAAAAnk/IyjsfI6Euxs/s320/P6160591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhdxLwazcI/AAAAAAAAAl8/2DSF07toXhk/s1600-h/P6160592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222026867486936514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhdxLwazcI/AAAAAAAAAl8/2DSF07toXhk/s320/P6160592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhdxfZ_jJI/AAAAAAAAAmE/w7TWal6vBT0/s1600-h/P6160594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222026872761584786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhdxfZ_jJI/AAAAAAAAAmE/w7TWal6vBT0/s320/P6160594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a really popular place to go, but when we got there at 7:00 in the morning, there weren't many people yet, so that was nice. Then we left when it started to get more crowded, so we missed a lot of the mob. That was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhdxjHq0dI/AAAAAAAAAmM/eWZmZyrx_WA/s1600-h/P6160596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222026873758470610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhdxjHq0dI/AAAAAAAAAmM/eWZmZyrx_WA/s320/P6160596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhdx4unH9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/ZNolHB0CXLQ/s1600-h/P6160597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222026879558950866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhdx4unH9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/ZNolHB0CXLQ/s320/P6160597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhdyY9shjI/AAAAAAAAAmc/p-rFNsnaVp4/s1600-h/P6160599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222026888212153906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SHhdyY9shjI/AAAAAAAAAmc/p-rFNsnaVp4/s320/P6160599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2Lfjx3ChI/AAAAAAAAAlU/PJEeTi5Le9M/s1600-h/P61606002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218980917488847378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2Lfjx3ChI/AAAAAAAAAlU/PJEeTi5Le9M/s320/P61606002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2Lf-TOV7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/37QJpV3qFrw/s1600-h/P61606012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218980924608108466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2Lf-TOV7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/37QJpV3qFrw/s320/P61606012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2LgZbCI4I/AAAAAAAAAlk/ia00H_mVkS0/s1600-h/P6160602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218980931888620418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2LgZbCI4I/AAAAAAAAAlk/ia00H_mVkS0/s320/P6160602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2Lgp_okQI/AAAAAAAAAls/M1Dt-NVBgRI/s1600-h/P6160603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218980936337101058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2Lgp_okQI/AAAAAAAAAls/M1Dt-NVBgRI/s320/P6160603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See all the people? Trust me, it gets worse. We were on our way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2Lg_RMvhI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uBc2nokRfHM/s1600-h/P6160604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218980942047919634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2Lg_RMvhI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uBc2nokRfHM/s320/P6160604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2I__YFSjI/AAAAAAAAAks/sR-UuTvcklk/s1600-h/P6160605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218978176117852722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2I__YFSjI/AAAAAAAAAks/sR-UuTvcklk/s320/P6160605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2JAA8RkRI/AAAAAAAAAk0/9xZXoBPPnrE/s1600-h/P6160606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218978176538087698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2JAA8RkRI/AAAAAAAAAk0/9xZXoBPPnrE/s320/P6160606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2JAhpIbMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/J2J0JNrS6SQ/s1600-h/P6160607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218978185316166850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2JAhpIbMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/J2J0JNrS6SQ/s320/P6160607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2JBFWn0dI/AAAAAAAAAlE/zYtZ6v3Lhfk/s1600-h/P6160608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218978194902208978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2JBFWn0dI/AAAAAAAAAlE/zYtZ6v3Lhfk/s320/P6160608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2JBZ43oVI/AAAAAAAAAlM/w-xuTGmHTbc/s1600-h/P6160610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218978200414560594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2JBZ43oVI/AAAAAAAAAlM/w-xuTGmHTbc/s320/P6160610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it. Day 2. :o) Hope you liked them. We'll see when I get around to day 3. Haha. Talk to ya later. &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/4224480374801688042-6206461062078189842?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/6206461062078189842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=6206461062078189842' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/6206461062078189842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/6206461062078189842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-2-monday.html' title='Day 2: Monday'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SILcbRLmXsI/AAAAAAAAApk/uyHR_KEKy8Y/s72-c/P6160613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-6088047557066991779</id><published>2008-07-18T12:10:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:39:26.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Blog</title><content type='html'>Sooo....I don't like my blog. It's kind of....blah...ya know? I've seen a few people, who have cool, interesting looking blogs. I'm not exactly savvy on this aspect of blogging, so would anyone like to give me a pointer or two on how to spice this thing up a little? I'd appreciate it...and hey, you probably would too, that way you don't have to look at the boringness of it, huh? :o) Haha, ok. Talk to ya later. See some of you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hey. Hopefully Day 2 pictures tonight...no, scrathch that. Tomorrow. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-6088047557066991779?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/6088047557066991779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=6088047557066991779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/6088047557066991779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/6088047557066991779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/07/ugly-blog.html' title='Ugly Blog'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-5318680160680487577</id><published>2008-07-15T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:41:15.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>We're having missions conference at church this week, so it's a little nuts. I doubt I'll get day 2 posted. I've been working on it, but there's a lot of pictures, even though I'm not putting ALL of them on here, and they take forever to upload. So, you might have to wait another week. At this rate, I'll be showing you pictures of our first anniversary, or our first child before you see all of the honeymoon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I'm kidding. I'll try. I know only a few of you are dying to see them anyways. The rest, well...oh well. :o) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm going now. Hope you all have a good day. See some of you tonight. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-5318680160680487577?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/5318680160680487577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=5318680160680487577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5318680160680487577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5318680160680487577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/07/so_15.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-7171787112489728591</id><published>2008-07-03T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:15:04.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey Moon, Day 1: Sunday</title><content type='html'>This is at the airport (pretty huh?) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2Ed1yEOzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/okew_XayrJA/s1600-h/P6150547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218973191380417330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2Ed1yEOzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/okew_XayrJA/s320/P6150547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the airport:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2Ee7ppkyI/AAAAAAAAAkM/_JqMPl1PL9Y/s1600-h/P6150548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218973210135597858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2Ee7ppkyI/AAAAAAAAAkM/_JqMPl1PL9Y/s320/P6150548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my husband waiting for our bags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2EfItSFAI/AAAAAAAAAkU/hZE-R4OfEX4/s1600-h/P6150549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218973213640496130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2EfItSFAI/AAAAAAAAAkU/hZE-R4OfEX4/s320/P6150549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was on the phone with the car rental place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2EftHjQWI/AAAAAAAAAkc/4UYR-wVscxE/s1600-h/P6150550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218973223414350178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2EftHjQWI/AAAAAAAAAkc/4UYR-wVscxE/s320/P6150550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! That's my bag!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2EfyjPxII/AAAAAAAAAkk/1vDIWJDc7NM/s1600-h/P6150553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218973224872690818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2EfyjPxII/AAAAAAAAAkk/1vDIWJDc7NM/s320/P6150553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our car, we got a mustang, even though I can't stand Ford. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa4DAjp_rI/AAAAAAAAAis/VEZx87Ywels/s1600-h/P6150554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217059580183969458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa4DAjp_rI/AAAAAAAAAis/VEZx87Ywels/s320/P6150554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa4DS0nhCI/AAAAAAAAAi0/i26k4jqy-xc/s1600-h/P6150556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217059585086948386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa4DS0nhCI/AAAAAAAAAi0/i26k4jqy-xc/s320/P6150556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2CL0j2CiI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ymWkx84JUZo/s1600-h/P6150553.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Plumeria&lt;/span&gt;. We had a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;plumeria&lt;/span&gt; tree right out our front door. Pictures of that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa4D3pN7VI/AAAAAAAAAi8/JP-0p36mYUY/s1600-h/P6150557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217059594971245906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa4D3pN7VI/AAAAAAAAAi8/JP-0p36mYUY/s320/P6150557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibiscus, down where we parked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa4ENjPbJI/AAAAAAAAAjE/hhzUmMOFRYY/s1600-h/P6150558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217059600851758226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa4ENjPbJI/AAAAAAAAAjE/hhzUmMOFRYY/s320/P6150558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall building. One of many. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa4Ef9Tk7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/p76LgUF9uiw/s1600-h/P6150559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217059605792920498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa4Ef9Tk7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/p76LgUF9uiw/s320/P6150559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palm trees, *sigh* I couldn't get enough of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa1vLweRgI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ouCevJcHQRo/s1600-h/P6150560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217057040569878018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa1vLweRgI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ouCevJcHQRo/s320/P6150560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband. :o) We went to this little grill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa1vSNCeHI/AAAAAAAAAiM/96-WEnBmnPk/s1600-h/P6150561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217057042300303474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa1vSNCeHI/AAAAAAAAAiM/96-WEnBmnPk/s320/P6150561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city from the parking garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa1vl4voGI/AAAAAAAAAiU/E0k4vEy06AQ/s1600-h/P6150566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217057047583891554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa1vl4voGI/AAAAAAAAAiU/E0k4vEy06AQ/s320/P6150566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa1v3Rd9wI/AAAAAAAAAic/b9mwbC8Pm1g/s1600-h/P6150567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217057052250994434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa1v3Rd9wI/AAAAAAAAAic/b9mwbC8Pm1g/s320/P6150567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool tree we saw on our 2 1/2 hour walk to find the beach. We had fun. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa1wASgjxI/AAAAAAAAAik/zEw4MbC7vqs/s1600-h/P6150568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217057054671277842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa1wASgjxI/AAAAAAAAAik/zEw4MbC7vqs/s320/P6150568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just us. On our walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa0ocyuOfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/1ZlahIE_bhA/s1600-h/P6150572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217055825372002802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa0ocyuOfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/1ZlahIE_bhA/s320/P6150572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This other cool tree that grew over the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa0os5CHlI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wM9SJdIneCk/s1600-h/P6150573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217055829693439570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa0os5CHlI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wM9SJdIneCk/s320/P6150573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fountain we found on our way back from the beach. (Yes, we did actually find it.) :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa0o_pIKII/AAAAAAAAAhs/31oGyCdLego/s1600-h/P6150579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217055834727000194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa0o_pIKII/AAAAAAAAAhs/31oGyCdLego/s320/P6150579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa0pN6AVRI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cdiFsuPxZn8/s1600-h/P6150583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217055838555886866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa0pN6AVRI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cdiFsuPxZn8/s320/P6150583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pool by our condo. This was the only time we went down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa0pS0JVlI/AAAAAAAAAh8/SjVmWWfNFyk/s1600-h/P6150584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217055839873488466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SGa0pS0JVlI/AAAAAAAAAh8/SjVmWWfNFyk/s320/P6150584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright there you have it guys. Day one. :o) See, you've been begging and begging for pictures, but you'll probably be tired of them by the time I'm done. :o) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lata&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-7171787112489728591?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/7171787112489728591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=7171787112489728591' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/7171787112489728591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/7171787112489728591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/06/honey-moon-day-1-sunday.html' title='Honey Moon, Day 1: Sunday'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG2Ed1yEOzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/okew_XayrJA/s72-c/P6150547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-7972339516493155898</id><published>2008-07-03T15:42:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:46:17.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ice Cream.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG1laCoXACI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ScP9-QNl6lM/s1600-h/Yummo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218939041249427490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG1laCoXACI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ScP9-QNl6lM/s320/Yummo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is AWESOME. :o) It's been added to my list of favorites, along with Haagen Dazs White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle, and Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's Oatmeal Cookie Ice Cream. I recently discovered this one, being on a coconut kick ever since returning from Hawaii. Anyways, seriously, this ice cream is amazing. I really love it. Just thought I would share. If you're looking for something new, and you actually like this kind of stuff (*ahem* Lanae`) go get you some. :o) &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;**Sorry there hasn't been any Hawaii pictures!!!! I haven't forgotten, I just haven't had time!!! SORRY!!!! :o) Soon, really soon...I hope. :o) Take care, and have a GREAT 4th!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-7972339516493155898?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/7972339516493155898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=7972339516493155898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/7972339516493155898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/7972339516493155898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-ice-crem.html' title='This Ice Cream.....'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/SG1laCoXACI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ScP9-QNl6lM/s72-c/Yummo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-6391651376582145878</id><published>2008-07-01T08:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:26:16.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>I started a post on Saturday that had pictures from Hawaii in it. I'm not sure why I didn't finish it though. I got sidetracked I suppose. I was trying to post pictures from Sunday, while editing the pictures from Friday. My husband was going to be home in an hour, and so far, in the two hours he had already been gone, I had only gotten the pictures edited that he asked me to, and none of the house done that he asked me to do, so the blogging was forgotten. :o) I'll try to do them tonight though, maybe. Lanae` is coming over for dinner (Yay!) so I don't know if they will get posted tonight or not. I will try though. :o) Anyways, I don't really have anything to say. I just wanted to let you all know what was going on with the pictures. :o) Talk to ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-6391651376582145878?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/6391651376582145878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=6391651376582145878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/6391651376582145878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/6391651376582145878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/07/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-1696590391842061351</id><published>2008-06-26T11:20:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:45:20.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. Back from the honey moon now. :o) The wedding was great. The honeymoon was great. :o) Being married...yeah, that's great too. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things in my life...are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...or not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Chris and Lauren are moving back to Texas tomorrow, and it's killing me. *sigh* It's alright. I know God has the strength that I don't have, but need to get through it. It's going to be rough though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've just been trying to get my new house in order. There's a bit of chaos with the millions of wedding presents we received. :o)  It's a mess, but I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a replacement retainer for my lower teeth yesterday, because two of my teeth are overlapping, and I lost my last retainer. Anyways, my teeth hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should go. I'm planning on attempting to post honey moon pictures either this weekend, or next week. Talk to y'all later. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-1696590391842061351?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1696590391842061351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=1696590391842061351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1696590391842061351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1696590391842061351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-1302388159535722294</id><published>2008-05-16T12:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:33:28.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do da do...</title><content type='html'>Well, once again, sorry I haven't posted in forever. :o) I guess I'm one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lamo&lt;/span&gt; people who are slowly killing the blog world huh? :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things are going good with wedding planning. Busy, but good. I'm getting things accomplished, and as long as that's happening, I'm happy. :o) As soon, as I slow down, and I'm not doing anything, I start freaking out, and we can't have any of that now can we? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt;, I am trying not to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bridezilla&lt;/span&gt;. :o) I think I'm doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so far, but you'd have to ask my family, and friends involved in all of it. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know I said that I would post more Anchorage pictures, but before I can even do that, another Anchorage trip is going to be made (this afternoon) so there will be even more pictures to post. We'll see if I ever get caught up. :o) Anyways, Lanae` and I are heading out to Anchorage this afternoon to go pick up the Bridesmaid dresses that came in this past week, and my dress (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!). Then we're going to do a little shopping and hanging out, having fun. We're really excited. :o) We're taking Taylor with us, because mom and dad and Chris and Lauren went down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ninilchik&lt;/span&gt; for the weekend, to work on the boat and stuff, and they thought it would be too difficult with Taylor there. Anyways, she's coming with us. We're really excited about that too. I love spending time with my niece.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; what else is new with me? Oh, I got a new camera the other day! I'm really excited about it, although it is a little intimidating, because there are so many things you can do with it. I'm sure once I figure some things out, it'll be fine. It just better take some amazing pictures for the price I paid for it. :o) I mainly wanted it so I could get really good pictures while Mike and I are in Hawaii on our Honeymoon. So, I guess you guys have those to look forward to at some point in time. :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I should probably go. Hope this post was substantial enough for those out there who have been missing my posts (not sure how many there are though). :o) Love you all, talk to you later. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-1302388159535722294?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1302388159535722294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=1302388159535722294' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1302388159535722294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1302388159535722294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-da-do.html' title='Do da do...'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-8014094422226032360</id><published>2008-03-29T22:07:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:31:15.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>Wow, has it really been almost a month since the last time I posted? That's crazy! Things have been a little nuts lately... I AM getting married soon people! :o) Anyways, this post won't be very wordy, but here are some pictures I have been promising you guys for forever. :o) Hope you all are doing great. Have a good night/day, whenever you happen to read this. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-80kuGcdXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/6Ux1a4w9-Y8/s1600-h/IMG_3019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183419501581727090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-80kuGcdXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/6Ux1a4w9-Y8/s320/IMG_3019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-80lOGcdYI/AAAAAAAAAeU/otB0QG9iylA/s1600-h/IMG_3027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183419510171661698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-80lOGcdYI/AAAAAAAAAeU/otB0QG9iylA/s320/IMG_3027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-80leGcdZI/AAAAAAAAAec/YfEeiwVDyM4/s1600-h/IMG_3032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183419514466629010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-80leGcdZI/AAAAAAAAAec/YfEeiwVDyM4/s320/IMG_3032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-80luGcdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/pU89KOnKTBE/s1600-h/IMG_3043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183419518761596322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-80luGcdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/pU89KOnKTBE/s320/IMG_3043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bridal Shop where I found my dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-80luGcdbI/AAAAAAAAAes/z1niLHLo3aA/s1600-h/IMG_3164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183419518761596338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-80luGcdbI/AAAAAAAAAes/z1niLHLo3aA/s320/IMG_3164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren and Lanae`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-83Q-GcdcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/34ZxFM3bN5w/s1600-h/IMG_3166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183422460814194114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-83Q-GcdcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/34ZxFM3bN5w/s320/IMG_3166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and the Lady's baby who owned the bridal shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-83ReGcddI/AAAAAAAAAe8/C1yr6A8LUos/s1600-h/IMG_3173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183422469404128722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-83ReGcddI/AAAAAAAAAe8/C1yr6A8LUos/s320/IMG_3173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Girls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-83RuGcdeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0faQL0iza-o/s1600-h/IMG_3174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183422473699096034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-83RuGcdeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0faQL0iza-o/s320/IMG_3174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari and her baby Gracie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David's Bridal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-83R-GcdfI/AAAAAAAAAfM/X_faGAjLoog/s1600-h/IMG_3177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183422477994063346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-83R-GcdfI/AAAAAAAAAfM/X_faGAjLoog/s320/IMG_3177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori trying on a necklace. We ended up buying them for all the bridesmaids. They were really pretty. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-83SOGcdgI/AAAAAAAAAfU/B_IQdFSsl-8/s1600-h/IMG_3180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183422482289030658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-83SOGcdgI/AAAAAAAAAfU/B_IQdFSsl-8/s320/IMG_3180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Red Robin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-86GOGcdhI/AAAAAAAAAfc/o5Y62XaOQhY/s1600-h/IMG_3262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183425574665483794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-86GOGcdhI/AAAAAAAAAfc/o5Y62XaOQhY/s320/IMG_3262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-86GuGcdiI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pN5p4XXit58/s1600-h/IMG_3263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183425583255418402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-86GuGcdiI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pN5p4XXit58/s320/IMG_3263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-86G-GcdjI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CWRGnW8NftQ/s1600-h/IMG_3267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183425587550385714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-86G-GcdjI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CWRGnW8NftQ/s320/IMG_3267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-86HOGcdkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/pOjflKxKXBo/s1600-h/IMG_3274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183425591845353026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-86HOGcdkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/pOjflKxKXBo/s320/IMG_3274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, Tori's gonna kill me for this one, but we all made funny faces, and they're all on here, so no complaining! :o) We all looked like dorks, and it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-86HuGcdlI/AAAAAAAAAf8/aQ80qA582bc/s1600-h/IMG_3276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183425600435287634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-86HuGcdlI/AAAAAAAAAf8/aQ80qA582bc/s320/IMG_3276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lauren's goofy one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-88S-GcdmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/2vB6wrzEPRE/s1600-h/IMG_3277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183427992732071522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-88S-GcdmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/2vB6wrzEPRE/s320/IMG_3277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mom wouldn't do a nerdy one. She just had to be all normal and smile. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-88TeGcdnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/56aXroOgPUs/s1600-h/IMG_3278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183428001322006130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-88TeGcdnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/56aXroOgPUs/s320/IMG_3278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Obviously me...making a dumb face. you only live once right? :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-89EOGcdrI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Kir7zcsUqwI/s1600-h/IMG_3291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183428838840628914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-89EOGcdrI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Kir7zcsUqwI/s320/IMG_3291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Lanae`. Cute. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-88T-GcdpI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kIv-fpIw6i8/s1600-h/IMG_3279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183428009911940754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-88T-GcdpI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kIv-fpIw6i8/s320/IMG_3279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Our desert before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-88UOGcdqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5KSTOrJQ1z8/s1600-h/IMG_3293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183428014206908066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-88UOGcdqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5KSTOrJQ1z8/s320/IMG_3293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-8-4-GcdsI/AAAAAAAAAg0/KBdDq2iPedc/s1600-h/IMG_3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183430844590356162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-8-4-GcdsI/AAAAAAAAAg0/KBdDq2iPedc/s320/IMG_3308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Re-packing the car.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-8-5eGcdtI/AAAAAAAAAg8/9iw15puhjvg/s1600-h/IMG_3306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183430853180290770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-8-5eGcdtI/AAAAAAAAAg8/9iw15puhjvg/s320/IMG_3306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-8-5uGcduI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NzYhXj6RDlo/s1600-h/IMG_3314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183430857475258082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-8-5uGcduI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NzYhXj6RDlo/s320/IMG_3314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauren and I bing Dorks. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-8-5-GcdvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/IOPSLc4lVnM/s1600-h/IMG_3324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183430861770225394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-8-5-GcdvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/IOPSLc4lVnM/s320/IMG_3324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta da!!! Mom did it!!! :o) (really, it was a major feat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm.... running through wal-mart....to be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-8-6OGcdwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/VhMVk9qKVDM/s1600-h/IMG_3331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183430866065192706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-8-6OGcdwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/VhMVk9qKVDM/s320/IMG_3331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, guys that's all for now. I'm super tired. I gotta go to bed. Hope you enjoyed these. More to come. Maybe in another 25 days? :o) hehe. :o) &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/4224480374801688042-8014094422226032360?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/8014094422226032360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=8014094422226032360' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/8014094422226032360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/8014094422226032360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R-80kuGcdXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/6Ux1a4w9-Y8/s72-c/IMG_3019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-8593663954297853920</id><published>2008-03-03T08:31:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T08:32:29.690-09:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. Sorry I haven't posted for a while. Things have been a little crazy. I'll try to post a real post soon. I just wanted you all to know that I wasn't dead. That's all. :o) So, hopefully Anchorage Pictures coming soon! :o) Hugs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-8593663954297853920?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/8593663954297853920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=8593663954297853920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/8593663954297853920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/8593663954297853920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-6153758253014402044</id><published>2008-02-14T09:30:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:23:58.238-09:00</updated><title type='text'>This Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day Everyone! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7SVJif41YI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9kbirRVeTFQ/s1600-h/cool+idea+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166918663612716418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7SVJif41YI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9kbirRVeTFQ/s320/cool+idea+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-6153758253014402044?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/6153758253014402044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=6153758253014402044' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/6153758253014402044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/6153758253014402044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-day.html' title='This Day'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7SVJif41YI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9kbirRVeTFQ/s72-c/cool+idea+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-1306100153978513855</id><published>2008-02-12T09:20:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:24:05.112-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. A girl that I work with is signed up for the wedding day giveaway on KTVF, and she's made it to the top three. It's up to the public to vote who will win, and over the weekend, they dropped down way far to last place. Please vote for them, so they will win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webcenter11.com/content/weddingdaygiveaway/default.aspx"&gt;http://www.webcenter11.com/content/weddingdaygiveaway/default.aspx&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click on Shantell and Clint, in the voting box. you have until tomorrow to vote, and you can vote more than once. Thanks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-1306100153978513855?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1306100153978513855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=1306100153978513855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1306100153978513855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1306100153978513855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/02/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-4620049206629043291</id><published>2008-02-11T11:12:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:23:58.534-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Pictures...Finally. :o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DcSCf41SI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Fk2yO8GxnWA/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165870975060333858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DcSCf41SI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Fk2yO8GxnWA/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to go Wedding dress shopping, we got a flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DbNif41NI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LK_w9iFIWNs/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165869798239294674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DbNif41NI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LK_w9iFIWNs/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DbOCf41OI/AAAAAAAAAcc/PbsPQGpm8ac/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165869806829229282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DbOCf41OI/AAAAAAAAAcc/PbsPQGpm8ac/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we broke down in front of a Chevy dealership, so the guys in there were nice enough to help us, even though we were driving a ford. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DbOSf41PI/AAAAAAAAAck/6wvWs1ST6Kk/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165869811124196594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DbOSf41PI/AAAAAAAAAck/6wvWs1ST6Kk/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the Glamorous Girls make it to David's Bridal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DbOif41QI/AAAAAAAAAcs/BTpwffwOYaY/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165869815419163906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DbOif41QI/AAAAAAAAAcs/BTpwffwOYaY/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops...forgot to rotate it. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DbOyf41RI/AAAAAAAAAc0/hnmWyDade0k/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165869819714131218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DbOyf41RI/AAAAAAAAAc0/hnmWyDade0k/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DXayf41II/AAAAAAAAAbs/MddfUpmW5JA/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165865627826050178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DXayf41II/AAAAAAAAAbs/MddfUpmW5JA/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DXbCf41JI/AAAAAAAAAb0/AuxwWU_8cwg/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165865632121017490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DXbCf41JI/AAAAAAAAAb0/AuxwWU_8cwg/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DXbSf41KI/AAAAAAAAAb8/INYcQLWwpUY/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165865636415984802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DXbSf41KI/AAAAAAAAAb8/INYcQLWwpUY/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter. These pictures were of his last night at home. He flew out back to Georgia the next morning to start his Airborne training for the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DXbif41LI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Qs5HxnGlde4/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165865640710952114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DXbif41LI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Qs5HxnGlde4/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DXcSf41MI/AAAAAAAAAcM/aW0nsGZJCAQ/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165865653595854018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DXcSf41MI/AAAAAAAAAcM/aW0nsGZJCAQ/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DJ2if41DI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5_8Nxo5pyFs/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165850711404631090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DJ2if41DI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5_8Nxo5pyFs/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DJ3Sf41EI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9gYr24hktig/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165850724289532994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DJ3Sf41EI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9gYr24hktig/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...cousins are the greatest. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DJ3if41FI/AAAAAAAAAbU/IU7PYGn4-pE/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165850728584500306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DJ3if41FI/AAAAAAAAAbU/IU7PYGn4-pE/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the almost the only picture I have of Tanner from my trip. I think I have one other one. Sad. :o( I love Tanner. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DJ4Cf41GI/AAAAAAAAAbc/5RqxDwvdPRw/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165850737174434914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DJ4Cf41GI/AAAAAAAAAbc/5RqxDwvdPRw/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DJ4Sf41HI/AAAAAAAAAbk/0w_wGMjrfJ0/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165850741469402226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DJ4Sf41HI/AAAAAAAAAbk/0w_wGMjrfJ0/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter in his Bronco, making his signature face. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DHQif40-I/AAAAAAAAAac/ul-CqE-38BY/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165847859546346466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DHQif40-I/AAAAAAAAAac/ul-CqE-38BY/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww...and here we are at the airport the next morning. It was so sad. We all (me, kaylee, hunter, and my uncle Kenny) cried. We even had the ticket lady at the beginning of security crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DHRCf40_I/AAAAAAAAAak/1ZoZpDkqgpw/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165847868136281074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DHRCf40_I/AAAAAAAAAak/1ZoZpDkqgpw/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to look happy, but it wasn't workin' too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DHRSf41AI/AAAAAAAAAas/8cf24swxP_g/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165847872431248386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DHRSf41AI/AAAAAAAAAas/8cf24swxP_g/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee and I. We were in Oklahoma here. It was later in the same day that we took Hunter to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DHRyf41BI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DCno62wp7zg/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165847881021182994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DHRyf41BI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DCno62wp7zg/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm really not on crack. I promise. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DHSCf41CI/AAAAAAAAAa8/mkMaYAMg7qQ/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165847885316150306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DHSCf41CI/AAAAAAAAAa8/mkMaYAMg7qQ/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyla and Desire`e's little toy poodle. He was pretty cute. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DBSSf400I/AAAAAAAAAZM/dxjy9GF5FwE/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165841292541350722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DBSSf400I/AAAAAAAAAZM/dxjy9GF5FwE/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee and I with the horse, Strawberry, in Oklahoma, at my grandparent's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DBSyf401I/AAAAAAAAAZU/DZ3HciN7N0E/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165841301131285330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DBSyf401I/AAAAAAAAAZU/DZ3HciN7N0E/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa, he didn't want Maw-Maw taking a picture of him. They're so funny to watch. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DBVif402I/AAAAAAAAAZc/kX0m7A7afSY/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165841348375925602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DBVif402I/AAAAAAAAAZc/kX0m7A7afSY/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maw-Maw taking a picture of grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DBeSf403I/AAAAAAAAAZk/_V1Xpr-8u_k/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165841498699780978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DBeSf403I/AAAAAAAAAZk/_V1Xpr-8u_k/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DBfCf404I/AAAAAAAAAZs/veVvkzynEYo/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165841511584682882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DBfCf404I/AAAAAAAAAZs/veVvkzynEYo/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C-6yf40vI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Fv5cSpJlIFc/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165838689791169266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C-6yf40vI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Fv5cSpJlIFc/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kaylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C-7Cf40wI/AAAAAAAAAYs/M_9SuMrUrQ4/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165838694086136578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C-7Cf40wI/AAAAAAAAAYs/M_9SuMrUrQ4/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look I'm on the phone! Hmmm.....guess with who? :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C-7if40xI/AAAAAAAAAY0/d7GW7nupkes/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165838702676071186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C-7if40xI/AAAAAAAAAY0/d7GW7nupkes/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we used a map to get from Oklahoma to Texas. It's pretty much a straight shot though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C-8Sf40yI/AAAAAAAAAY8/abbxGBHnp7Q/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165838715560973090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C-8Sf40yI/AAAAAAAAAY8/abbxGBHnp7Q/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C-8yf40zI/AAAAAAAAAZE/OzgBM6PIwhI/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165838724150907698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C-8yf40zI/AAAAAAAAAZE/OzgBM6PIwhI/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classic Road Trip Junk in the backseat. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C4fif40lI/AAAAAAAAAXU/88Ca9DR0QNc/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165831624569967186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C4fif40lI/AAAAAAAAAXU/88Ca9DR0QNc/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sat the camera on the dash. So, in these next few...well, we were just being dorks. There's not much else you can say. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C4gSf40mI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xKtj1gJvPzk/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165831637454869090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C4gSf40mI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xKtj1gJvPzk/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C4hSf40nI/AAAAAAAAAXk/M46diTfKu-o/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165831654634738290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C4hSf40nI/AAAAAAAAAXk/M46diTfKu-o/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C4iCf40oI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ckL0eJNRthY/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165831667519640194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C4iCf40oI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ckL0eJNRthY/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C4iif40pI/AAAAAAAAAX0/-0q8Fg9J0QM/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165831676109574802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C4iif40pI/AAAAAAAAAX0/-0q8Fg9J0QM/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummm...I uh....spit my gum out the window, and when I rolled it back up I sorta...got my hair stuck in it. Yup, I'm retarded. It was funny though. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C1JCf40gI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IwzGIvahlXk/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165827939488027138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C1JCf40gI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IwzGIvahlXk/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C1Kif40iI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UT8JojRDEHk/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165827965257830946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C1Kif40iI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UT8JojRDEHk/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Oklahoma-Texas state line. I love this place. I stop at it every time I cross the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C1KSf40hI/AAAAAAAAAW0/LLMGzcamiy0/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165827960962863634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C1KSf40hI/AAAAAAAAAW0/LLMGzcamiy0/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought the Dog was funny. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C1LCf40jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7PNSNw_ID_0/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165827973847765554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C1LCf40jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7PNSNw_ID_0/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C1LSf40kI/AAAAAAAAAXM/AnYgohqzkI0/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165827978142732866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7C1LSf40kI/AAAAAAAAAXM/AnYgohqzkI0/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me on the Texas statue thing, whatever it's called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7CvRSf40bI/AAAAAAAAAWE/C5ky4NLQF8w/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165821484152181170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7CvRSf40bI/AAAAAAAAAWE/C5ky4NLQF8w/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaylee and I (surprise, surprise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7CvTCf40cI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LkkwYYoCIzY/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165821514216952258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7CvTCf40cI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LkkwYYoCIzY/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I sat on the star...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7CvTif40dI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TyAE0lykzDI/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165821522806886866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7CvTif40dI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TyAE0lykzDI/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7CvTyf40eI/AAAAAAAAAWc/MvmFRF79Wrs/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165821527101854178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7CvTyf40eI/AAAAAAAAAWc/MvmFRF79Wrs/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and then slid down it. :o) It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7CvUCf40fI/AAAAAAAAAWk/KAqZ6Wkxdr0/s1600-h/Texas+Trip+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165821531396821490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7CvUCf40fI/AAAAAAAAAWk/KAqZ6Wkxdr0/s320/Texas+Trip+%2708+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my great grandma, in Anna, TX. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, wow that was a lot of pictures, but there you have it. :o) I actually had 209 pictures total, so really, this wasn't that much. :o) Hope you guys enjoy. I should be posting some Anchorage pictures soon. Talk to y'all later. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-4620049206629043291?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4620049206629043291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=4620049206629043291' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4620049206629043291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4620049206629043291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-our-way-to-go-wedding-dress-shopping.html' title='Texas Pictures...Finally. :o)'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R7DcSCf41SI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Fk2yO8GxnWA/s72-c/Texas+Trip+%2708+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-4331011053208383797</id><published>2008-02-08T11:20:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:22:51.796-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>Ok, well I was going to post some more pictures of my Texas tip, but my computer's being stupid, so I guess I can't right now. :o) I'll try again later. Hope you all are having a MARVELOUS day, in this horrid weather. Bye! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-4331011053208383797?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4331011053208383797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=4331011053208383797' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4331011053208383797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4331011053208383797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/02/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-3013637006162310207</id><published>2008-02-06T10:02:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:22:15.674-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures from our trip. Trust me, there are TONS more. These are just the ones off of Tori's camera. I'll get the rest to you when I get them. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R6oHpgW8sEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0CVvCHPeHJE/s1600-h/3"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163948332375912514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R6oHpgW8sEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0CVvCHPeHJE/s320/3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R6oHNgW8r_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/MEYqfdYBoYY/s1600-h/4"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163947851339575282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R6oHNgW8r_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/MEYqfdYBoYY/s320/4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beautiful Lanae`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R6oHOQW8sAI/AAAAAAAAAVc/J8eEexdEIpg/s1600-h/11"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163947864224477186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R6oHOQW8sAI/AAAAAAAAAVc/J8eEexdEIpg/s320/11" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori with her neice Lanie. So cute. Poor baby was sick though (Lanie not Tori.) :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R6oHOwW8sBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/W5sWwckD8yE/s1600-h/12"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163947872814411794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R6oHOwW8sBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/W5sWwckD8yE/s320/12" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know what the little girls' name is, I just don't know how to spell it so here it goes. Samara? Hope I didn't COMPLETELY butcher it. :o) We were at Tanya's (Tori and Lanae`'s sister-in-law) house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R6oHPQW8sCI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zmgD4HJlD0A/s1600-h/15"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163947881404346402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R6oHPQW8sCI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zmgD4HJlD0A/s320/15" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanae` and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R6oHPgW8sDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yHYrPbnycvQ/s1600-h/22"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163947885699313714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R6oHPgW8sDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yHYrPbnycvQ/s320/22" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori and Lanae`'s cousin, Maria. Isn't her hair GEORGOUS?!?!? I thought so anyways. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-3013637006162310207?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/3013637006162310207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=3013637006162310207' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/3013637006162310207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/3013637006162310207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R6oHpgW8sEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0CVvCHPeHJE/s72-c/3' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-1371404300975671450</id><published>2008-02-04T10:05:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:12:37.242-09:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, mom, Lauren, Tori, Lanae` and I went on a weekend trip down to Anchorage. It was a blast. We had SOO much fun. :o) The best part about it though, the reason we went in the first place, was to find me a wedding dress. Well, I found one!!!!!! It's BEAUTIFUL. It's PERFECT. There was MAGIC, and my mom cried. :o) Of COURSE, I can't post pictures, for that would ruin the surprise, not only for my groom-to-be, but for the rest of you as well. Maybe for you out of towners, I will email them to you, but that's about all. :o) We got bridesmaid dresses ordered as well. It's so great. God really had His hand in our weekend. We were kept safe, and we were able to accomplish on the first day what we went down there to do, and we had so much fun with eachother. It was a wonderful trip, and I thank God for the blessings it brought about. :o) I will post pictures as soon as I get them. (they're on Lanae` and Tori's cameras.) So, that's all for now. Just wanted to let you all know that I found a wedding dress, and I'm extremely happy about it. :o) Love you all. Talk to you later. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-1371404300975671450?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1371404300975671450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=1371404300975671450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1371404300975671450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1371404300975671450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-3960994296628512092</id><published>2008-01-26T13:49:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T13:53:06.484-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Pictures!!! :o)</title><content type='html'>Mike and I went and had our engagement pictures done today at Sears. We had fun, and the lady was so nice. :o) Anyways, thought I would share. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5cQW8r7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/RINTryfRpkQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159921693161729970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5cQW8r7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/RINTryfRpkQ/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5cQW8r8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/mIO9DHWevDA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159921693161729986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5cQW8r8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/mIO9DHWevDA/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5cgW8r9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/SfMpRYCu2yM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159921697456697298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5cgW8r9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/SfMpRYCu2yM/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5cgW8r-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/BlBOIAgwxPo/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159921697456697314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5cgW8r-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/BlBOIAgwxPo/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5SgW8r2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/ywrLAR-vS3E/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159921525658005346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5SgW8r2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/ywrLAR-vS3E/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5SwW8r3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/WZV_KjPhezI/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159921529952972658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5SwW8r3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/WZV_KjPhezI/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5SwW8r4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/YDnCxghSZY8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159921529952972674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5SwW8r4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/YDnCxghSZY8/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5TAW8r5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/QEL0KZvY8-I/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159921534247939986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5TAW8r5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/QEL0KZvY8-I/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5TgW8r6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZjEed4ZfDdw/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159921542837874594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5TgW8r6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZjEed4ZfDdw/s320/9.jpg" 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/4224480374801688042-3960994296628512092?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/3960994296628512092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=3960994296628512092' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/3960994296628512092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/3960994296628512092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/01/engagement-pictures-o.html' title='Engagement Pictures!!! :o)'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5u5cQW8r7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/RINTryfRpkQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-5624066150736435292</id><published>2008-01-24T09:01:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:59:38.130-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures...Now stop Complaining. :o)</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures from the four days I spent with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bek&lt;/span&gt;. We had a good time, just hanging out and being around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. It was a real blessing to be able to see her again. Love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bek&lt;/span&gt;! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Susannah to the park for her first picnic! It was great. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jtIgW8rxI/AAAAAAAAATk/nsCC49AGhvg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159134103533825810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jtIgW8rxI/AAAAAAAAATk/nsCC49AGhvg/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jtJQW8ryI/AAAAAAAAATs/Ha0UaSqCeOI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159134116418727714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jtJQW8ryI/AAAAAAAAATs/Ha0UaSqCeOI/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jtJgW8rzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6thIa85cPmA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159134120713695026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jtJgW8rzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6thIa85cPmA/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jtJwW8r0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/b6WXJrdkHEQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159134125008662338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jtJwW8r0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/b6WXJrdkHEQ/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jtLAW8r1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/-vpJbu3HcAs/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159134146483498834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jtLAW8r1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/-vpJbu3HcAs/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jsowW8rsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ltYBglZyNG4/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159133558072979138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jsowW8rsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ltYBglZyNG4/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jspAW8rtI/AAAAAAAAATE/9ymftEEVKTE/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159133562367946450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jspAW8rtI/AAAAAAAAATE/9ymftEEVKTE/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jspQW8ruI/AAAAAAAAATM/C6O4ZzvS9ZM/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159133566662913762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jspQW8ruI/AAAAAAAAATM/C6O4ZzvS9ZM/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jspQW8rvI/AAAAAAAAATU/4j-k4bFuJyg/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159133566662913778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jspQW8rvI/AAAAAAAAATU/4j-k4bFuJyg/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jsqgW8rwI/AAAAAAAAATc/26twDxJpioY/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159133588137750274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jsqgW8rwI/AAAAAAAAATc/26twDxJpioY/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jr5wW8rnI/AAAAAAAAASU/m1AlypcjldU/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159132750619127410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jr5wW8rnI/AAAAAAAAASU/m1AlypcjldU/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jr6AW8roI/AAAAAAAAASc/A6620rop63s/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159132754914094722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jr6AW8roI/AAAAAAAAASc/A6620rop63s/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jr6AW8rpI/AAAAAAAAASk/uQccrNVf4Y4/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159132754914094738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jr6AW8rpI/AAAAAAAAASk/uQccrNVf4Y4/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jr6QW8rqI/AAAAAAAAASs/j4RWIRixb8g/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159132759209062050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jr6QW8rqI/AAAAAAAAASs/j4RWIRixb8g/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jr6gW8rrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/xDQl26k_9Mg/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159132763504029362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jr6gW8rrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/xDQl26k_9Mg/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, there are some pictures for your monstrous photographic appetites. Hope you enjoyed them. :o) I have some more, on a CD and on my camera, of my cousins and stuff, that I will try to post later. Who knows, though? It may take me another week-and-a-half to post those. :o) Talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; later. :o)&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/4224480374801688042-5624066150736435292?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/5624066150736435292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=5624066150736435292' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5624066150736435292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5624066150736435292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/01/picutersnow-stop-complaining-o.html' title='Pictures...Now stop Complaining. :o)'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R5jtIgW8rxI/AAAAAAAAATk/nsCC49AGhvg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-703702666540531366</id><published>2008-01-21T10:09:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:25:20.304-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well, dress shopping didn't exactly go well. NO ONE has anything with sleeves on it down there, and they look at you like you're crazy when you tell them that you HAVE to have something with sleeves on it, and no, I don't care how good you say I would look in a strapless, it's NOT going to work. Goodness. Is it really that hard? Come on people. Anyways, you can tell how frustrated I am about it, I'm sure. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. The hunt is still on, and I'm excited about the idea of going dress shopping again. This time with my mom, and hopefully a couple of friends? :o) we shall see what happens. I'm planning on going to Anchorage soon. Not sure exactly when, but soon. If I don't find anything in Anchorage then I have a dress picked out online, that I LOVE, but I don't want to have to order offline if I don't have to. I want to be able to buy a dress that I can try on, and make sure it actually looks good on me and all that other fun stuff. So, anyways, that's my plan as far as that goes. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Interior Wedding Show on Saturday. That was pretty cool. The BEST part of it was, that I booked my photographer for the Big Day! :o) I'm SO excited about that, you have NO idea. I was really kind of stressing about it, because I was trying to figure out when a good time would be for both Mike and I to sit down with photographers, and look at their work, and find the one we liked the best, for the best price, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, this lady that was there, her pictures are BEAUTIFUL. I mean, like REALLY. They're amazing. And, her Deluxe package is cheaper than anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; Basic package. How perfect is that? I mean, that was really God's hand in that. She wasn't already booked for the date that I wanted either, so everything just worked out perfect. I'm SO excited. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well with the wedding planning though. A little crazy at times, but we have the general idea of what we want everything to look like, now it's just putting everything together, and finalizing all the small details. I'm just trying to take things easy, and not get too stressed out, and just have fun with all this (easier said than done though. :o) ) I mean, you only get to do it once right? Might as well make the best of it. :o) I'm trying anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all for now. I'll try to post pictures from my trip soon. I just got my suitcases unpacked on....Saturday. I had to think about it for a minute. :o) So, slowly but surely, I'm getting there. Hope you all are doing well. :o) Talk to you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-703702666540531366?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/703702666540531366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=703702666540531366' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/703702666540531366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/703702666540531366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-6992226170677529631</id><published>2008-01-07T18:42:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:49:39.906-09:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM Alive :o)</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! How are things going? Pretty good down here. I'm at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bek's&lt;/span&gt; house right now. :o) Her baby is super cute. :o) Anyways, nothing too exciting is going on, just enjoying my vacation. :o) i think we're going to go wedding dress shopping tomorrow. That should be fun. The last time I went though, was a little crazy. But this time, I know what I'm doing a little bit better, so maybe it won't be so bad. We shall see though. So, anyways, I was going to post some pictures of the random things I have been doing, and the silly pictures that my cousin and I always take, but they're all on her laptop, at college with her, so I guess you'll have to wait again. :o) I'm feeling rather lazy about posting anyways. :o) So, I think I'm going to go. I've got a couple other things to do, then I'm gonna go to bed! :o) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; take care, and I'll try to work up the motivation to post again soon. :o) Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-6992226170677529631?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/6992226170677529631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=6992226170677529631' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/6992226170677529631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/6992226170677529631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-alive-o.html' title='I AM Alive :o)'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-4830801139314428213</id><published>2008-01-01T20:40:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:16:54.678-09:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! How are things going for everyone? Things are pretty good down here in Texas. :o) I'm loving being with my family. :o) Well, New year's eve went pretty well. Just hung out with my cousin. Watched a movie. Went driving around Anna at midnight, looking for some fireworks, while drinking our sparkling cider (love that stuff!). It was fun. That's just us. Driving around in the middle of the night. Always a good time. :o) Today, we went to Target. And went and saw a movie. Then just kind of hung around the house the rest of the day. Tomorrow... oh man, we're going wedding dress shopping!!! I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; excited. :o) If I find one, I might post some pictures of the other ones I tried on. Anyways, yeah, I'll try to post some pictures later. My pictures from Christmas are on the computer at home, so you won't get those for a while, or maybe ever, depending on how motivated I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you guys wanna know what dorks my cousin and I are?  I'm sitting at the computer in the living room, and Kaylee is sitting in a chair like 5 feet away from me, and we're talking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;. :o) Yeah, we're retarded, but we're retarded together and that's what makes us, "us". :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I better go. It's after midnight here, and I think we're actually going to get up early tomorrow. :o) I'll try to post tomorrow, and let you all know how the dress hunt went. :o) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; later. Love you!!! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-4830801139314428213?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4830801139314428213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=4830801139314428213' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4830801139314428213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4830801139314428213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s Up'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-5559949914953572859</id><published>2007-12-21T09:24:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T09:36:34.436-09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post NOT About My Engagement :o)</title><content type='html'>These pictures came in a forward that my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rhoni&lt;/span&gt; at work sent me. They're too funny, so I thought I would share. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why I Like Kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2wG1fp9C5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XY6bg7IEHsw/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146495990277933970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2wG1fp9C5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XY6bg7IEHsw/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2wG1vp9C6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/IyWpq5mEz-M/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146495994572901282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2wG1vp9C6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/IyWpq5mEz-M/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2wFhPp9CsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/A3NBfY1ulXA/s1600-h/15.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146494542873955010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2wFhPp9CsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/A3NBfY1ulXA/s320/15.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2wFhPp9CtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8qUtG8MdWDA/s1600-h/14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146494542873955026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2wFhPp9CtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8qUtG8MdWDA/s320/14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2wFhPp9CuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cqyR8ZyLjXw/s1600-h/13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146494542873955042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2wFhPp9CuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cqyR8ZyLjXw/s320/13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-5559949914953572859?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/5559949914953572859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=5559949914953572859' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5559949914953572859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5559949914953572859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/12/post-not-about-my-engagement-o.html' title='A Post NOT About My Engagement :o)'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2wG1fp9C5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XY6bg7IEHsw/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-5684457852969883889</id><published>2007-12-19T10:50:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:41:23.945-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Well, someone asked for pictures of my future house, so here they are. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l4Qfp9CfI/AAAAAAAAANk/OhMlPRSPFnw/s1600-h/12-15-07+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145776274018208242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l4Qfp9CfI/AAAAAAAAANk/OhMlPRSPFnw/s320/12-15-07+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Kitchen. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l4R_p9CiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/nNnKxqI3QuI/s1600-h/12-15-07+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145776299788012066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l4R_p9CiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/nNnKxqI3QuI/s320/12-15-07+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l4Rvp9ChI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OUzNP5MG1ss/s1600-h/12-15-07+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145776295493044754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l4Rvp9ChI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OUzNP5MG1ss/s320/12-15-07+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l4Sfp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3S1rYj29FcI/s1600-h/12-15-07+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145776308377946674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l4Sfp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3S1rYj29FcI/s320/12-15-07+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking out of the kitchen into the dining room/living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l-Rvp9CoI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eBabOGuP1Vc/s1600-h/12-15-07+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145782892562811522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l-Rvp9CoI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eBabOGuP1Vc/s320/12-15-07+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the living room... and the dog. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l5jfp9CkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/G8LUMy8iNtg/s1600-h/12-15-07+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145777699947350594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l5jfp9CkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/G8LUMy8iNtg/s320/12-15-07+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l5jvp9ClI/AAAAAAAAAOU/r4r8av1XK20/s1600-h/12-15-07+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145777704242317906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l5jvp9ClI/AAAAAAAAAOU/r4r8av1XK20/s320/12-15-07+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stairs...obviously. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l5j_p9CmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/TzLx5L7pGEY/s1600-h/12-15-07+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145777708537285218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l5j_p9CmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/TzLx5L7pGEY/s320/12-15-07+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His office.... maybe future baby room? :o) hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l4Q_p9CgI/AAAAAAAAANs/plTUGtrqOW8/s1600-h/12-15-07+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145776282608142850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l4Q_p9CgI/AAAAAAAAANs/plTUGtrqOW8/s320/12-15-07+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The bathroom upstairs. He didn't get a picture of the one downstairs. There's also a pretty good sized closet under the stairs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2mqQ_p9CpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HKDhCufWrOo/s1600-h/PC170130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145831258189531794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2mqQ_p9CpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HKDhCufWrOo/s320/PC170130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, there you have it. :o) I can't wait to start decorating. So, there are some posts to look forward to in the summer. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, hope you guys are having a good day! Love you! :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-5684457852969883889?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/5684457852969883889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=5684457852969883889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5684457852969883889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5684457852969883889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2l4Qfp9CfI/AAAAAAAAANk/OhMlPRSPFnw/s72-c/12-15-07+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-4100725578310838262</id><published>2007-12-17T14:04:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:31:34.950-09:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>Alright, Well, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zales&lt;/span&gt; a while ago, and I parted with my ring. :o( I can't wait to get it back! :o) anyways, Mike gave me the CD, so here are some more pictures off of his camera, and Lauren's. Enjoy, I certainly have. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cBovp9CWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TPHeVJXMOfI/s1600-h/12-15-07+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145082898792909154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cBovp9CWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TPHeVJXMOfI/s320/12-15-07+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom took this one. Now you all can see the detail of the table better. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cBqPp9CaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/noR6OFqlQAE/s1600-h/12-15-07+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145082924562712994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cBqPp9CaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/noR6OFqlQAE/s320/12-15-07+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of these are at Mike's house after the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cBpPp9CXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EbfYJ1B_5Jc/s1600-h/12-15-07+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145082907382843762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cBpPp9CXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EbfYJ1B_5Jc/s320/12-15-07+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cBpvp9CYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/0-bHshtvfy4/s1600-h/12-15-07+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145082915972778370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cBpvp9CYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/0-bHshtvfy4/s320/12-15-07+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cBp_p9CZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dV_ihy0AJPk/s1600-h/12-15-07+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145082920267745682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cBp_p9CZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dV_ihy0AJPk/s320/12-15-07+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cMQ_p9CeI/AAAAAAAAANc/218NT5PH8AU/s1600-h/12-15-07+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145094585398921698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cMQ_p9CeI/AAAAAAAAANc/218NT5PH8AU/s320/12-15-07+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; playing around in her future Uncle Mike's house. :o) she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;havin&lt;/span&gt; so much fun. she LOVED charlie. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cMQvp9CdI/AAAAAAAAANU/jp5kldTva7A/s1600-h/12-15-07+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145094581103954386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cMQvp9CdI/AAAAAAAAANU/jp5kldTva7A/s320/12-15-07+023.jpg" 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/4224480374801688042-4100725578310838262?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4100725578310838262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=4100725578310838262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4100725578310838262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4100725578310838262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2cBovp9CWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TPHeVJXMOfI/s72-c/12-15-07+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-2287257477556606592</id><published>2007-12-17T11:17:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T11:28:32.643-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Decorating</title><content type='html'>So, after church last night, Chris and Lauren and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt;, and Mike came over, and we all decorated the tree, and had hot chocolate, and hot apple cider. It was so much fun. I don't think I've ever had so much fun decorating a tree. :o) So, anyways, here are a couple of pictures from that. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2bacvp9CRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y--EaD6oEoY/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145039811680995602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2bacvp9CRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y--EaD6oEoY/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2badfp9CSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IlitNYXOg8s/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145039824565897506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2badfp9CSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IlitNYXOg8s/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2badvp9CTI/AAAAAAAAAME/8msR-X3Drkg/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145039828860864818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2badvp9CTI/AAAAAAAAAME/8msR-X3Drkg/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the best picture out of the group of them. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2baePp9CUI/AAAAAAAAAMM/x-9EzlkpNuY/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145039837450799426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2baePp9CUI/AAAAAAAAAMM/x-9EzlkpNuY/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dysfunctional&lt;/span&gt; family trying to take a picture. :o) I had to put it on here, because it was just funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2baefp9CVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/nioBARy1TIE/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145039841745766738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2baefp9CVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/nioBARy1TIE/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; doing her cheesy grin. She's so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-2287257477556606592?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/2287257477556606592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=2287257477556606592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/2287257477556606592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/2287257477556606592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-decorating.html' title='Christmas Decorating'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2bacvp9CRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y--EaD6oEoY/s72-c/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-4867427530029056173</id><published>2007-12-17T08:33:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:31:23.589-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What.....</title><content type='html'>Well, I think I will let the pictures talk. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2azu_p9CHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GgtGzuavwOQ/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144997244260124786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2azu_p9CHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GgtGzuavwOQ/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2azvPp9CII/AAAAAAAAAKs/CgZ9KVuYJWg/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144997248555092098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2azvPp9CII/AAAAAAAAAKs/CgZ9KVuYJWg/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2azvvp9CKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Qr69-82azq4/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144997257145026722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2azvvp9CKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Qr69-82azq4/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That, my friends, is MY Fiance`. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2azvfp9CJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1WppYer7fRM/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144997252850059410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2azvfp9CJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1WppYer7fRM/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The SUPER Happy Couple :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2azwPp9CLI/AAAAAAAAALE/glpqvxg-o80/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144997265734961330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2azwPp9CLI/AAAAAAAAALE/glpqvxg-o80/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Some Pictures of our Table That he did a fabulous job of putting together. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2a1Dvp9CMI/AAAAAAAAALM/0DrMQxD9Ypc/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144998700254038210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2a1Dvp9CMI/AAAAAAAAALM/0DrMQxD9Ypc/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2a1Dvp9CNI/AAAAAAAAALU/xHtwjoflkhM/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144998700254038226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2a1Dvp9CNI/AAAAAAAAALU/xHtwjoflkhM/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2a1EPp9COI/AAAAAAAAALc/88VzwFcszro/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144998708843972834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2a1EPp9COI/AAAAAAAAALc/88VzwFcszro/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what he had the waiter bring me when we were done with dinner, and Mike said that we were ready for "dessert". :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2a1Efp9CPI/AAAAAAAAALk/fBTNf7PP_mY/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144998713138940146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2a1Efp9CPI/AAAAAAAAALk/fBTNf7PP_mY/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2a1Evp9CQI/AAAAAAAAALs/BB-26y49h0I/s1600-h/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144998717433907458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2a1Evp9CQI/AAAAAAAAALs/BB-26y49h0I/s320/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there are some pictures for you guys for now. I'm meeting Mike and my mom at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zales&lt;/span&gt; on lunch to send my ring in for sizing. I don't want to part with it. :o( Anyways, when I meet them, Mike is supposed to be giving me a CD with all the pictures from his camera too. So, you guys will get some of us sitting at the table together too. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, here's the story of how it happened. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents told me that we were having a "family dinner" on Saturday. They bought me a new dress and everything. Mom and Lauren got new dresses too. So, we all get dressed up super fancy, and head out to Pikes. Well, when we get there, we were standing in the entry way, and I look up, and Mike is standing there with my parents. He was in a tux. I was like, "Um, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Oh my goodness, what's going on?" So, my parents walk Mike and I down to our table, and it's a table set up for two, that Mike did himself, and there's a vase of flowers on it, candles, and flower petals all over it. It was beautiful. So, Mike seated me, then my mom kissed my cheek, and told me to have fun. Well, she came back a couple seconds later to get some pictures. Then my whole family left and went to Chili's to eat. :o) Well, Mike and I ate our dinner, and then the waiter came and asked if we were ready for dessert, and Mike said yes. So, he came back out with the flower arrangement, with my ring box in the middle of it. So, Mike reached across the table, and grabbed the box, then got up, stood in front of me, got down on one knee, and said, "Kassandra Bailey, will you marry me?" and of course, I said, "Yes." :o) It was a perfect proposal, and I could not have asked for anything better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, anyways, there are some pictures on Mike's camera, of us sitting at the table, so you can see how the table was set up and everything. It was beautiful. So perfect. :o) Well, there you have it, I'm getting married! :o) Love you guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-4867427530029056173?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4867427530029056173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=4867427530029056173' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4867427530029056173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4867427530029056173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/12/guess-what.html' title='Guess What.....'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R2azu_p9CHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GgtGzuavwOQ/s72-c/Engagement+-Tree+Decorating+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-3741419353477106039</id><published>2007-12-12T08:39:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:39:37.429-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Exciting</title><content type='html'>So, I'm being bullied to post something, so here it is. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has been going on really. My weekend was pretty much uneventful. Monday night I made dinner. It was supposed to be enchilada casserole, but I think it turned out to be more like enchilada soup. :o) It was still good though. Last night, I went shopping with my mom. We had a pretty good time. I finally got all my Christmas shopping done. Well, for the family anyways. I'm gonna get my friends' stuff in Texas when I go, in 2 weeks, and 3 days! :o) I'm very excited. I just miss my cousins so much! I can't wait see them, and the rest of my family. :o) My cousin Hunter graduated boot camp in Georgia on Friday, December 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. He's home now for a while, until January 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I believe. So, I will get to see him for a few days while I'm there. I'm really happy about that. He's the cousin that is closest in age to me (5 weeks younger) and we're pretty close, so I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; going down there and not seeing him. When he leaves Texas again, he'll be going to Airman School, I believe, for the Rangers. Please keep him in your prayers. It would worry me to death to have him over in Iraq. I know that it is all in God's hands though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this Friday is our Christmas party for work. It's at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wedgwood&lt;/span&gt;. I'm looking forward to it. It will at least be interesting, I'm sure. I'll probably be sitting with David and Eleanore (the people who's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; children I babysit). :o) So, I guess that could be a post for next week. I'll tell you all how the party went. I didn't go last year, because I was in Texas, so I'm not exactly sure what to expect. We shall see though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, that's about all that's going on in my life right now. :o) Hope you all are having a good week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-3741419353477106039?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/3741419353477106039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=3741419353477106039' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/3741419353477106039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/3741419353477106039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothing-exciting.html' title='Nothing Exciting'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-4895917246045637141</id><published>2007-12-05T09:33:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:29:34.967-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is</title><content type='html'>Well, people have been saying that I need to post, so here it is. :o) Nothing much has been going on. Just working and stuff. We made it through inventory last Friday. I had to be at work at 6:00 in the morning. That was fun. :o) No, it really wasn't too bad. I was actually pretty bright and chipper. :o) It was being at work at 6:30 on Saturday that was the hard one. I was definitely tired. I worked until about 1:00, so it wasn't too bad. And I definitely won't be complaining when I get my paycheck on Friday, and I've got all that overtime. :o) So, that was Friday, and part of Saturday. The rest of the afternoon on Saturday, I didn't really do a whole lot. Sat around waiting for mom to get off work. Dad and Lucas had gone caribou hunting, so mom and I were going to watch a movie together that evening, but dad and Lucas got home before mom got off work, so that ruined that. :o) Anyways, I didn't really do much else the rest of the night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, Sunday, I came home from church, and cleaned the kitchen, then cooked lunch (grilled steak, and baked sweet potatoes, yummy!) and then I worked on my quilt a little bit. That is taking forever. :o) anyways, after church Sunday night, I went home, and changed into some old clothes, and voluntarily went out into the garage to help cut up caribou without being asked to. :o) Sorry, but I'm proud of myself. I hate cutting up meat. :o) It was gross, but we got a bit done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it people. That was my weekend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nothin&lt;/span&gt; too exciting. :o) I hope you all are having a fabulous day. :o) Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-4895917246045637141?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4895917246045637141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=4895917246045637141' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4895917246045637141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4895917246045637141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/12/here-it-is.html' title='Here it is'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-8840154310857974953</id><published>2007-11-28T10:25:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T10:37:51.095-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Spirit</title><content type='html'>So, the Cowboys play the Packers tomorrow, and we have kind of a rivalry going on with it at work. One of the guys in paint, "Q" is a big Packers fan, while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rhoni&lt;/span&gt; is a big Cowboys fan. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rhoni&lt;/span&gt; brought in a few of her Cowboys shirts and sweaters, and so the whole design center is wearing Cowboys stuff. The game isn't until tomorrow, but Q won't be here then, so we had to do it today. My shirt does say COWBOYS on it, but the shirt is white and the letters are light blue so it's kind of hard to tell. :o) Anyways, just wanted to share the picture. :o) &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R03C7tiQXnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Jal1aOhPDbs/s1600-h/Cowboys+vs.+Packers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137977080990948978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R03C7tiQXnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Jal1aOhPDbs/s320/Cowboys+vs.+Packers.jpg" 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/4224480374801688042-8840154310857974953?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/8840154310857974953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=8840154310857974953' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/8840154310857974953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/8840154310857974953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/11/team-spirit.html' title='Team Spirit'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/R03C7tiQXnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Jal1aOhPDbs/s72-c/Cowboys+vs.+Packers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-1650526652530120290</id><published>2007-11-27T12:41:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:56:44.898-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband's Revenge</title><content type='html'>So, a lady I work with sent me this forward today, and I thought it was funny, so I will share it with you. :o) Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T TAKE ME IF I DON'T WANT TO GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mr. and Mrs. Fenton retired, Mrs. Fenton insisted her husband accompany her on her trips to Wal-Mart. Unfortunately, Mr. Fenton was like  most men - he found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally unfortunately, Mrs. Fenton was like most women - she loved to browse. One day Mrs. Fenton received the following letter from her local Wal-Mart:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs. Fenton,&lt;br /&gt; Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and may be forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against Mr Fenton are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. June 15: Took 24 items and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5 minute intervals.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, "Code 3 in Housewares - get on it right away."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&amp;amp;M's on layaway.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. September 14: Moved a "CAUTION - WET FLOOR" sign to a carpeted area.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. September 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. September 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, "Why can't you people just leave me alone?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. October 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. November 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. December 6: In the auto department, he practiced his "Madonna look" by using different sizes of funnels.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled "PICK ME! PICK ME!"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed "OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least,   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, "Hey! There's no toilet paper in here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,  &lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a kick out of it anyways. Hope you guys are having a fantstic day!!! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-1650526652530120290?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1650526652530120290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=1650526652530120290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1650526652530120290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1650526652530120290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/11/husbands-revenge.html' title='Husband&apos;s Revenge'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-6894407184970084112</id><published>2007-11-20T08:07:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:21:23.319-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm a Dork</title><content type='html'>So, you wanna hear about some blond-ness on my part? (Kassandra? Being blond? Shocking, I know.) :o) Anyways, last night, I went to my house, to give my mom some catalogs for the partylite book party I'm having. I hung out there for a little bit, did a couple things at the house, got some dinner, fed the dogs, and then went into North Pole, to get a movie, before heading back to Allen and Natasha's house. So, I get back to their house, and I gather all my junk up out of the passenger seat, and go to get out, and remember that I have to plug my truck in. So, I put all of my stuff in the drivers seat, grab my extension cord, and shut my door. Big fat mistake. After I got done plugging in, I realized my error, as I tried to open the door, and found it locked. Yup, with my keys sitting in the seat, about a foot away from me, yet I was completely helpless to get them. And to make it worse, both my spare keys, and my spare remote were in my purse in the drivers seat as well. Yes, I'm brilliant, I know. I'm just really glad that they live in an apartment, instead of a house, because not only were my truck keys locked in there, but also the house keys. So, I went to the landlords' apartment, and asked them to let me in the house. So then, since the landlord is a cop, I asked if he had a way to get a door unlocked, and he said he didn't but he would try a coat hanger after they got their girls put to bed. So I said, "OK, if you don't mind, but take your time." So, I went back to the house, and watched TV while I was waiting. So I'm sitting there, waiting and waiting, and I'm like, "hmmm, I hope he didn't forget about me". Then a little while later, I thought, "Oh no, I hope he's not already out there." So I ran over to the window right quick, and sure enough, there he was. Ugh. So I hurried up and got my coat and gloves on, and went out there. I don't know how long we were out there, it was probably a good 20 - 30 minutes. Anyways, I was freezing to death, and right about the time we were going to give up, he got it. Of course, the alarm went off and everything, but oh well! I was so relieved that I wasn't going to have to call somebody to come unlock my doors for me. Well, needless to say, I didn't quite have the calm evening that I had planned, but it ended just fine. And I actually got in bed on time! Wow. That certainly is amazing. :o) Well, there's my story. :o) Hope you guys are having a fabulous day. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-6894407184970084112?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/6894407184970084112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=6894407184970084112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/6894407184970084112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/6894407184970084112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes-im-dork.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m a Dork'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-1072141788762552193</id><published>2007-11-15T14:16:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:33:47.202-09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nomad Am I</title><content type='html'>Or at least that's what I feel like, except I'm not moving around, following the food. :o) Anyways, Lucas and I house-sat at Julies for two weeks. We came home on Saturday. All mom could talk about was how nice it was without us there, and how, sadly, she didn't miss us. Nice huh? :o) So, anyways, on Sunday at church, Natasha asked me if I could house-sit for her starting yesterday for 10 days. My dad said that was fine, so, I moved all my junk over there last night. It's kind of a good thing that Natasha asked me so soon after we came home from Julies, because all of my stuff was still packed! So, I just loaded all of my stuff back up in my truck, and headed over. She said I didn't have to stay there every night, but I could if I wanted to. And I have to feed the hamsters every day, so it's just easier than running back and forth all the time. I'll probably still go home in the evenings though. Lucas wasn't too thrilled about that when I told them last night that I would see them tomorrow (today). Boy-oh-boy, I sure do feel loved. :o) No, things are actually going quite well at home. It's been nice. :o) So, anyways, I like house sitting. I like feeling like I'm kind of on my own, ya know? But it doesn't usually last so long that I get lonely. Kind of fun. :o) I just don't like trying to eat and stuff in other peoples houses, because I don't want to eat up all of their food, for one, and I'm not familiar with everything they have, so I never know what to do. That's why I'll be going home after work every night to have dinner, then I won't have to worry about it. And I'm sure mom won't mind having someone to wash the dishes. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it. That's what I've been doing, and am doing. I'm afraid I've become rather boring. :o) Sorry I don't have anything more exciting to share with you. I'm sure at some point, something exciting will come up. :o) Until then, my friends, have a FABULOUS day. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-1072141788762552193?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1072141788762552193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=1072141788762552193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1072141788762552193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1072141788762552193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/11/nomad-am-i.html' title='A Nomad Am I'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-2933112101261839805</id><published>2007-11-09T15:03:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T16:21:08.841-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>So, I'm real bored. Hmmm... I think this post is gonna be boring too. I just found out today I have Monday off. That's kind of cool. It's a paid holiday, because of Veteran's day on Sunday. Not sure exactly what I'm going to do. Probably go to town with mom, until she has to go back to North Pole to go to work, then hang out with Angela, since she has Mondays off. That should be fun. Lucas and I have been house-sitting for Doug and Julie while Julie goes down to Texas to get Doug. They're supposed to be back tomorrow, but maybe not till Sunday. I guess we will see. :o) Ummm... 7 weeks and one day till I go to Texas. That's super exciting. :o) I can't wait. I'm really looking forward to seeing my family, and Bek. :o) I think Kaylee and I might drive down to the gulf of Mexico, so maybe I will get to see Heather too. We'll have to see though. I'm going to drive up to Oklahoma with Kaylee too (it's like a 3 hour drive) to surprise my grandma. She doesn't know I'm coming. That's going to be fun. :o)  I'm trying to figure out what I'm gonna do tonight. I don't rilly feel like sitting home. And I got paid today. Not that I'm gonna go blow it or anything, but I have a little to work with if I want to go do something. Not that there's a lot to do in this crazy town or anything. I was thinking maybe I would go shopping...for what I don't know. But, then I was like, well, what fun is that when you're alone? And I don't really like shopping to begin with. *sigh* I know what I could do! I could go to Barne's and Noble to try to find something to buy with my gift card! That'll be fun, if I don't find anyone to hang out with, which would pretty much be only Emily anyways. So, I guess  if I don't end up hanging out with Emily, I'll go to Barne's and Noble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, wow. This post is kind of retarded. Oh well. It's a post, so I don't want to hear anyone complaining about me never posting. Not that you really do in the first place, but ya know. :o) Ok, I'm going to go, now that I've manage to cause all of you to die of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey! You know what? Not that this is exactly cool or anything, but when I was on lunch, I was at the stoplight at the College Rd, and Johansen/Geist Rd intersection. I was on college, about to turn Left onto Geist, and there was a van on the corner, and he had run over some guy on a bike! It was horrible. The guy was just laying there on the pavement, and people had covered him up with their coats, to keep him warm. At first I thought it was a really bad car accident and someone had gotten thrown from their car, but then I saw his bike wedged under the front of the van. I couldn't tell if he was wearing a helmet or not. I hope he was, and if he wasn't, and he's ok, I hope he learns his lesson and wears one in the future. It was scary to see. I've seen car accidents before, but I've never seen someone just laying on the pavement like that. It makes a person think, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm done now. Talk to you guys later. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-2933112101261839805?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/2933112101261839805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=2933112101261839805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/2933112101261839805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/2933112101261839805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/11/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-3437329396235853333</id><published>2007-11-08T15:44:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:28:39.082-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>So, another thing I like, other than flower photography, is baby photography. I'm a girl, go figure. :o) Anyways, I found these super cute pictures of babies, and wanted to share. :o) Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO1C-8BmaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0LciwfC522c/s1600-h/Baby+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130643463364254114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO1C-8BmaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0LciwfC522c/s320/Baby+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Babies AND Flowers. What could be better? :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO1DO8BmbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_sh6G2vxHDY/s1600-h/Baby+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130643467659221426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO1DO8BmbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_sh6G2vxHDY/s320/Baby+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130643471954188738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO1De8BmcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1on6hPTHoho/s320/Baby+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO1Du8BmdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tk4yVBgNIaY/s1600-h/Baby+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130643476249156050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO1Du8BmdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tk4yVBgNIaY/s320/Baby+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How could this NOT melt your heart? (Bek, this one is for you) :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO1Du8BmeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/FRGpZ5svMYs/s1600-h/Baby+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130643476249156066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO1Du8BmeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/FRGpZ5svMYs/s320/Baby+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO2D-8BmfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/x_pFhGF7ClE/s1600-h/Baby+6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130644580055751154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO2D-8BmfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/x_pFhGF7ClE/s320/Baby+6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO2D-8BmgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ikD9JmRTXT8/s1600-h/Baby+7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130644580055751170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO2D-8BmgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ikD9JmRTXT8/s320/Baby+7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO2EO8BmhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/y0M4ot5rjZk/s1600-h/Kids.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130644584350718482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO2EO8BmhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/y0M4ot5rjZk/s320/Kids.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO2EO8BmiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yxowXINhPEs/s1600-h/kids+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130644584350718498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO2EO8BmiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yxowXINhPEs/s320/kids+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO2Ee8BmjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/sFj92_fPMMY/s1600-h/kids+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130644588645685810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO2Ee8BmjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/sFj92_fPMMY/s320/kids+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love little cowboys. :o)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO2sO8BmkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HTmeRNXAQoU/s1600-h/Kids+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130645271545485890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO2sO8BmkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HTmeRNXAQoU/s320/Kids+4.bmp" 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/4224480374801688042-3437329396235853333?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/3437329396235853333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=3437329396235853333' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/3437329396235853333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/3437329396235853333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/11/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RzO1C-8BmaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0LciwfC522c/s72-c/Baby+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-5349501703494485583</id><published>2007-11-01T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:43:28.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>I LOVE flower photography. It's one of my favorite things ever. So, I went online, and found some pretty pictures. It was hard to choose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; ones I like the best, and this is only off of one website! There are so many more out there! I could look forever. :o) Maybe one day I will post some like these that I took myself. :o) After I get a really nice camera. :o) One day. Anyways, here are the pictures I found. Enjoy. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypmWvaQKEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YFj-qVIlXts/s1600-h/Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128023666584463426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypmWvaQKEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YFj-qVIlXts/s320/Blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypmUPaQKDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9Xyre3Wc4kg/s1600-h/Purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128023623634790450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypmUPaQKDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9Xyre3Wc4kg/s320/Purple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypmWvaQKFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7ywJ-1O1k20/s1600-h/Pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128023666584463442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypmWvaQKFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7ywJ-1O1k20/s320/Pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypmYPaQKGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jYS5gZRyuFk/s1600-h/Pink2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128023692354267234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypmYPaQKGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jYS5gZRyuFk/s320/Pink2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypmYfaQKHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9ZqRlE0Fz6E/s1600-h/Pink3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128023696649234546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypmYfaQKHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9ZqRlE0Fz6E/s320/Pink3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypqNfaQKII/AAAAAAAAAH0/5ANcfOFxams/s1600-h/Pink4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128027905717184642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypqNfaQKII/AAAAAAAAAH0/5ANcfOFxams/s320/Pink4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypqN_aQKJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/370vuV2OaQM/s1600-h/Red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128027914307119250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypqN_aQKJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/370vuV2OaQM/s320/Red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypqN_aQKKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z9yl8rsYhD8/s1600-h/Orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128027914307119266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypqN_aQKKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z9yl8rsYhD8/s320/Orange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypqOPaQKLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/g7ukTeG4e38/s1600-h/Yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128027918602086578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypqOPaQKLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/g7ukTeG4e38/s320/Yellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypqOfaQKMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PB_vFWwWf0E/s1600-h/Yellow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128027922897053890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypqOfaQKMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PB_vFWwWf0E/s320/Yellow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypxuvaQKNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mknczxYzoVM/s1600-h/White.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128036173529229522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RypxuvaQKNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mknczxYzoVM/s320/White.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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The first half went ok. Then I went on lunch. I went tanning, and when I was getting out of my truck, I went to shut the door, and I slammed my finger in it. It was stuck. I couldn't get it out. I had to unlock my truck door, and open it to get my fingertip out. It was crazy. Then the pain came. I think pain's entire family came, it hurt so bad! I walked into the tanning salon, trying not to cry. The girl asked me how long I was going for. I told her 15, in as normal of a voice as I could manage. Then I looked at my finger, and the whole top half of my nail had turned black-ish purple. So I showed her, and told her that I had just slammed my hand in my door about 5 seconds prior. She told me to go in the bathroom, and run cold water over it. So, I did, and I closed the bathroom door, and cried, and cried, and cired. I felt like I was going to die! :o) So then I came out, and went and got in the tanning bed, and normally, I like to tan. I get all warm, (which is nice, when it's FREEZING outside!) and I usually fall asleep. Well, nope, not that day. I got really hot, and between the heat, and the pain, I thought I was going to throw up. I felt so sick. It was horrible. I got back to work, and Duck (a guy I work with) got me a finger protector out of the first aid kit, and i wrapped it up, to keep it from gettting bumped. Anyways, then I went to my Bible study at Mrs. Mary's, which went good, then I went back into town (Lucas and I are house-sitting at the Hickman's) and I went to Fred Meyer, to get some groceries. Well, when I came out, and I was trying to leave, I ended up backing into the van behind me. UGH. I got out, and thankfully, there was no dmage, so I went to get back in my truck, and as soon as I did, the people who had parked next to me, decided to pull out, even though I was sitting there, right in the middle of the row, and she backed into the front of my truck! I was like, wow, you have GOT to be kidding me. So, I got out again, and thankfully, once more, there was no damage. After that, I went home, popped in a movie, then went to bed. I was like, man, I'm ready for this day to be over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my finger was really hurting all day yesterday. The blood under my nail spread out, and was covering almost the entire nail. So, after church last night, I went home, and heated up a straight pin with a lighter, until it was red-hot (literally, it was glowing red) and I poked a hole in my nail, to let the blood drain. It hurt worse after I did it, but it feels a lot better today. I still have to wear the finger protector, because it's still pretty tender if it gets bumped, but it's not aching anymore. But after the blood drained out of it, I could feel, by squeezing the sides of my finger that the nail is separated from the nail bed, and it is definitely going to fall off. It's kind of a weird feeling. :o) Oh joy. I just hope it doesn't take too long to grow back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it, my bad day on Tuesday. :o) Now that I have completely grossed all of you out, I hope you have a wonderful day! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-4673899903565342471?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4673899903565342471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=4673899903565342471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4673899903565342471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4673899903565342471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/11/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-5452932411727245697</id><published>2007-10-25T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T16:25:54.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Baloons</title><content type='html'>Tori, being the sweetheart she is, got me baloons for my birthday. :o) So, I wanted to share them with everyone else. :o) Some of the pictures might not look that great, but they were taken with a cell phone. :o) Enjoy, I sure have. :o) Love you Tori!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RyErY_aQJ_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/0_2sodWF1CI/s1600-h/10-24-07_1648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125425559262734322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RyErY_aQJ_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/0_2sodWF1CI/s320/10-24-07_1648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RyErdfaQKAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DwN5ZtpDWcQ/s1600-h/10-24-07_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125425636572145666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RyErdfaQKAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DwN5ZtpDWcQ/s320/10-24-07_1650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RyEre_aQKBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3VI1KICEEIU/s1600-h/10-24-07_1651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125425662341949458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RyEre_aQKBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3VI1KICEEIU/s320/10-24-07_1651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RyErgPaQKCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CQy4nhp_ar0/s1600-h/10-24-07_1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125425683816785954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RyErgPaQKCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CQy4nhp_ar0/s320/10-24-07_1652.jpg" 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/4224480374801688042-5452932411727245697?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/5452932411727245697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=5452932411727245697' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5452932411727245697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5452932411727245697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-baloons.html' title='Birthday Baloons'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RyErY_aQJ_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/0_2sodWF1CI/s72-c/10-24-07_1648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-6802144542641348866</id><published>2007-10-21T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:02:22.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old</title><content type='html'>Well, folks, I'm getting old. Today is my 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. :o) I guess I could legally buy cigarettes now if I wanted to, but TRUST ME, I don't. :o) I can't stand cigarettes, anyways, we won't go there. :o) It was a pretty good birthday. Mom made this ginormous cake that we took to birthday Sunday, and they lit candles, and sang, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; the tar outta me, but it was fun. :o) Mom and dad got me this really cute Burton zip up sweater. It's a white, really nice knit sweater. I love it. :o) And Lucas got me this awesome white Burton T-shirt, with this big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Burton&lt;/span&gt; Logo on the front of it. So cool. So, now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; my new pants, and my t-shirt, and my sweater, I am TOTALLY ready to go snowboarding! :o) Well... I guess we do need a little more snow before I can do that, but as soon as we get about another foot (we already have 6-8 inches) THEN I will be ready to go. :o) *Please send some more snow Lord!* :o) Anyways, Eleanore (the lady I babysit for) bought me a really cute new purse. I was super happy about that one. I've really needed a new one here lately, so it was all in perfect timing. :o) Jeremy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Everheart&lt;/span&gt; got me a gift card for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Barne's&lt;/span&gt; and Noble. I'll have to be wise, and get something really good with that. I love that store. And brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gerth&lt;/span&gt; got me this book called&lt;em&gt;, The Little Baptist&lt;/em&gt;. I just finished a book, so I'm looking forward to starting on that. :o) I'm just so thankful that I am where I am in my life, and I thank the Lord for bringing me to my church, and giving me my church family. I love them all, even the friends that I'm not as close to anymore. They're all special to me, and I know that I am where God wants me to be. And I thank him for allowing me to be on this earth for this long, and I pray I will remain here a while longer. We've had a few fatal car accidents on the roads around here recently, and it just helps you to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; how soon it could all be over. It helps to remind us to enjoy the time we have, and use it to serve the Lord,  and cherish each moment, and not sweat the small stuff, and to love the people you have around you, and make sure they know it. So, I Love You all! There, now you know it, and you can't say I never told you. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, have a great night guys. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, here are a couple of pictures of my new Burton stuff. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxxHyJnLm6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/yMrVLX-dm7c/s1600-h/Burton+Shirt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124049402940070818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxxHyJnLm6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/yMrVLX-dm7c/s320/Burton+Shirt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mine is actually white, but Burton's website only showed it in green. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxxJVpnLm7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/_akLEEFQ544/s1600-h/Burton+Sweater.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124051112337054642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxxJVpnLm7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/_akLEEFQ544/s320/Burton+Sweater.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, mine is white. Super Duper cute. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now, I'm gonna get ready for bed. :o) Good night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-6802144542641348866?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/6802144542641348866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=6802144542641348866' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/6802144542641348866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/6802144542641348866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/10/old.html' title='Old'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxxHyJnLm6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/yMrVLX-dm7c/s72-c/Burton+Shirt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-5335627022812230531</id><published>2007-10-19T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T17:04:10.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Friend</title><content type='html'>Since I can't tell her in person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For All The Times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you made me laugh, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you held my hand, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you smiled at me, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you listened, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you prayed for me, thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you encouraged me, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you hugged me, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you shared a part of yourself with me, thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you trusted me, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you complimented me, thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you said "I love you", thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you thought of me, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you were there when I needed you, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you missed me, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the times you gave me comfort, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all of this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never forget that when I smile at you, I'm saying "I love you. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never forget that my hand is always outstretched toward you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never forget that I am always here to listen to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never forget that I will always stand behind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never forget that you need only ask, and it's yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never forget that I want to spend time with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never forget that I do love you, whether I say it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never forget that I'm thinking of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never forget that I am always here for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never forget that I miss you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She knows who she is. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No, I didn't write it myself, by the way. :o) I stole it from someone else, and changed it around a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-5335627022812230531?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/5335627022812230531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=5335627022812230531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5335627022812230531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5335627022812230531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-my-friend.html' title='For My Friend'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-1780871182668148025</id><published>2007-10-15T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:19:51.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Nice</title><content type='html'>Look what I found on the sour cream when I opened it for dinner tonight! :o) I thought it was kinda cute anyhow. Hope you guys agree. :o) Talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxRWHZnLm4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/pVIOTDXX0xA/s1600-h/P8240134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121813361361394562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxRWHZnLm4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/pVIOTDXX0xA/s320/P8240134.JPG" 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/4224480374801688042-1780871182668148025?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1780871182668148025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=1780871182668148025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1780871182668148025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1780871182668148025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-nice.html' title='Something Nice'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxRWHZnLm4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/pVIOTDXX0xA/s72-c/P8240134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-9055592371283488487</id><published>2007-10-12T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:32:03.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>SO, GUESS WHAT? I finally bought me some brand new Burton snowboarding pants! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!! :o) I'm so excited. I love them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt;, I'm wearing them even as I sit here and type. :o) I'm a dork, I know, but what can I say? I have a few pictures, but in all fairness, I will warn you ahead of time, they're horrible, and the pants look WAY better in real life. They're awesome. :o) Now I just need a new Burton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; and I'll be all set. :o) Anyways, here are the pictures. Enjoy.... :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxBPdJnLmyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ijxfMfCGQy0/s1600-h/P8200121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120680138535312162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxBPdJnLmyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ijxfMfCGQy0/s320/P8200121.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxBPdZnLmzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ouvvcR6kc_M/s1600-h/P8210126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120680142830279474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxBPdZnLmzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ouvvcR6kc_M/s320/P8210126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;You've&lt;/span&gt; gotta love the suspenders. :o) I feel like an old man. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxBPd5nLm0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/d_lA3ZO0wvY/s1600-h/P8210128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120680151420214082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxBPd5nLm0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/d_lA3ZO0wvY/s320/P8210128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Burton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Supastar&lt;/span&gt;!" *sigh* if only in my dreams... :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my day went pretty good today. Just glad it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. :o) And it was payday (hence the pants) so that's always super nice. I guess I didn't really tell you guys on here but.... last Wednesday, October 3, I mailed in my very last truck payment!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! Oh my goodness, it felt so good to do that. My loan was for three years, but I got it paid off in 12 months. Sorry, but I'm pretty proud of myself. :o) I am a slave to debt no longer! I am financially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;! I am free from my bondage! :o) Sorry, I get a little carried away sometimes. Anyways, I think the check went through either today or yesterday (I had to mail it to Texas) so I should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; the title in the mail soon. It's just so good to know that I own my truck now. I never could have done it without the Lord's help though. It was only by his grace that things worked out the way they did, and that I was able to make much larger payments each month than I needed to. I am so thankful that He provided me with my income, and that nothing major ever really came up that I had to miss a payment or anything. So, anyways, that wasn't really how I wanted to share that exciting news, but there you have it. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went and got my very first ever massage today. That was nice. I had horrible knots in my shoulders that she really worked out. It hurt pretty bad when she was doing it, but my back feels pretty good now. She even said that the pressure she was using to get those knots out was pretty intense, so I guess they were pretty bad. Anyways, I'll definitely go back to her, she was really good, really nice, and not too weird. :o) I think her name was Heidi or something like that, but I can't remember. Is that bad? :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yep. It was a good day: A paycheck, a massage, and a new pair of Burton snowpants, what more could a girl want? Well... I could think of a few things, but we won't go there. :o) It could be quite a long night if we did. :o) Ok, I'm gonna go now. You all have a fantabulous night now, ya hear? :o) Love you all! Good night,&lt;br /&gt;Kassandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-9055592371283488487?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/9055592371283488487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=9055592371283488487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/9055592371283488487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/9055592371283488487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RxBPdJnLmyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ijxfMfCGQy0/s72-c/P8200121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-4958833503522060885</id><published>2007-10-07T21:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:44:10.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ</title><content type='html'>Well, here are some pictures of the BBQ that we had a Phil and Jenn's a few weeks ago, that I have been meaning to post. Sorry they're late! It was a lof of fun to just go hang out with all the church people like that. We should really do it more often.... :o) Anyways, here they are. Talk to you guys later! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm_epnLmpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gljl1dEIcxE/s1600-h/P7310007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118832984770452114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm_epnLmpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gljl1dEIcxE/s320/P7310007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Guys playin football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm_e5nLmqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Z6bGebZDa1c/s1600-h/P7310006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118832989065419426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm_e5nLmqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Z6bGebZDa1c/s320/P7310006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Strategizing... :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm_fZnLmrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AnT6JSZ6pUE/s1600-h/P7310010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118832997655354034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm_fZnLmrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AnT6JSZ6pUE/s320/P7310010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guy talk, need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm_fZnLmsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CmHgET5EFmY/s1600-h/P7310015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118832997655354050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm_fZnLmsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CmHgET5EFmY/s320/P7310015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know, fire is actually kinda pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm_fpnLmtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zW20-6xJyjU/s1600-h/P7310020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118833001950321362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm_fpnLmtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zW20-6xJyjU/s320/P7310020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stayin Warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RwnBbpnLmuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9_iyWUcmjmY/s1600-h/P7310019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118835132254100194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RwnBbpnLmuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9_iyWUcmjmY/s320/P7310019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Baby Kimber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RwnBb5nLmvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BqN29UMtKLs/s1600-h/P7310023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118835136549067506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RwnBb5nLmvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BqN29UMtKLs/s320/P7310023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eatin' Marshamllows... mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RwnBcJnLmwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sGH8szoCgdM/s1600-h/P7310024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118835140844034818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RwnBcJnLmwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sGH8szoCgdM/s320/P7310024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lanae` and Ashley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RwnBcpnLmxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/m6ZKoY1bLBQ/s1600-h/P7310003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118835149433969426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RwnBcpnLmxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/m6ZKoY1bLBQ/s320/P7310003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and My Lanae` :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-4958833503522060885?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4958833503522060885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=4958833503522060885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4958833503522060885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4958833503522060885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/10/bbq.html' title='BBQ'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm_epnLmpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Gljl1dEIcxE/s72-c/P7310007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-4809386787035957018</id><published>2007-10-07T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:47:39.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rock That Brought Down The Mountain...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my truck isn't a mountain, and no, technically the rock didn't completely disable it, but I think you get the idea. :o) Anyways, here are some pictures of the rock that went into my tire. It was huge! I thought it was kinda cool anyways. :o) Dan (the guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mentioned&lt;/span&gt; in the previous story told of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt; tire issue) said that it looked like someone could have used it for an arrow-head back in the day. I have to say, I agree. :o) Anyways, enjoy. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm9A5nLmmI/AAAAAAAAADo/-6Qy1GrY9PA/s1600-h/P8160120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118830274646088290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm9A5nLmmI/AAAAAAAAADo/-6Qy1GrY9PA/s320/P8160120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was all I could see poking out of my tire when mom got home. (that's the bottom) Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm9BJnLmnI/AAAAAAAAADw/NtIfOLepRVI/s1600-h/P8060070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118830278941055602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm9BJnLmnI/AAAAAAAAADw/NtIfOLepRVI/s320/P8060070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm9BZnLmoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VK4rM9LxNIQ/s1600-h/P8060066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118830283236022914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm9BZnLmoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VK4rM9LxNIQ/s320/P8060066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-4809386787035957018?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/4809386787035957018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=4809386787035957018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4809386787035957018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/4809386787035957018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/10/rock-that-brought-down-mountain.html' title='The Rock That Brought Down The Mountain...'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rwm9A5nLmmI/AAAAAAAAADo/-6Qy1GrY9PA/s72-c/P8160120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-8090341393051265748</id><published>2007-09-26T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:04:02.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of A Funny Story....</title><content type='html'>So, I've been having issues with tires over the past couple of days. Well, actually for the past week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, lets get a little history behind this before we start. :o) About two and a half months ago, one of my tires went flat. So, for two days I aired it up, until I got my dad to look at it. He was spraying it down, trying to find where the air was leaking out, and he found several spots. The entire side wall of my tire was splitting where it joined at the top. The tire was junk, there was no going back. I was finally forced to buy new tires. (I was putting it off for as long as possible) I rode around on my older brother, Chris's spare for about a month before I finally bought the new ones. They cost me almost $500 dollars. I was so happy to have brand new tires on, and not having to worry about whether or not one of my hanging-onto-the-last-thread-of-life tires were going to blow out on me at any second or not. I once again felt completely safe in my truck, and thought that at least for a while I wouldn't have to worry about tires. I mean, once you get new tires, there's nothing to worry about with them, right? Uh yeah, wrong. My mom had to borrow my truck last weekend to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Minto&lt;/span&gt; to take dad and Chris our big black sled, and hip waiters, so they could float out the ginormous moose that Chris decided to shoot in a swamp. Anyways, I didn't mind mom taking my truck. We didn't really have much choice, since she traded her truck in for a car with smaller payments. Her car is a stick, and tons of fun to drive, except the fact that it's a car. I don't like being so low to the ground, and feeling so tiny. I'm definitely a truck kind of girl. Anyways, getting off the subject here. :o) So mom took my truck out there, and on the way in, down that horrible dirt road, somewhere along the way, a huge rock stuck right into my tire. Needless to say, mom came home with the spare on, and my barely-a-month-old tire, flat, in the back of my truck. Yes, it was sad. So, I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TDS&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, the place I bought the tires, and told them what happened, and asked what we could do about it, because my dad said that something like that shouldn't happen to a tire so new. So, you wanna know what the guy said to me? "Well, it's not the tire's fault that the rock went through it." Uh, what? I didn't try to beat the tire to death or anything. Does it have feelings too? Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grief&lt;/span&gt;. The things people say sometimes. Really it cracks me up, but come on now. So then he started to tell me about the manufacturer's warranty and what it doesn't cover (rocks, nails, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;.) . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Blah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;. So he told me to go ahead and bring it in, but at that time, I was seriously doubting that they were going to do much at all. So, I called dad, told him what the guy said, and he said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'll call Dan over there and talk to him about it." Dad works at Aurora Motors, and they do a lot of business with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TDS&lt;/span&gt;, and Dan is kinda his buddy over there. Anyways, Dad called Dan, Dad called me back, said that Dan said to bring it by and he would see what he could do. (wow, too may D's in that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt;. Kind of confusing :o) ) So, I was telling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rhoni&lt;/span&gt; (the lady I work with, who's desk is right behind mine. we get along really good. she's super sweet) about all of this, and she was like, "Oh really? Because Dan is they guy that I'm kind of seeing right now." So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rhoni&lt;/span&gt; called Dan, sweet talked him, and he came over and picked up my tire, killing two birds with one stone, because he got to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rhoni&lt;/span&gt; in the process. Or more like, he was able to pick up my tire in the process of coming to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Rhoni&lt;/span&gt;. Either way, I don't really care. :o) He took the tire back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;TDS&lt;/span&gt; with him, and looked at it. I guess the rock was so big that it wasn't fixable. He had to replace the tire. I originally paid $115 for it, without it being mounted and balanced. (Dad did that part for me) Dan charged me $100.00 this time, and he mounted and balanced it, and replaced the valve stem. Plus, I got free pick-up and delivery. So, yeah, it wasn't all that much off of the original price, but I got a few extras stuffed in there. :o) And my dad told me that they would pay for it, so it's all good. So the moral of the story is: Don't think you're out of the woods as far as tires go, just because they're brand-new, and make sure you have a spare, because something will happen when you least expect it. The night that mom drove out there, we had to move some furniture for Chris and Lauren's cabin, and we were debating taking the tire out, when mom found out she had to go to M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt;, and she said, "We'll leave it in there, but I should be good, your tires are brand new." Well, there ya go. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so this post turned out to be longer than I planed. But I guess that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. :o) So, I hope none of you are going through tire issues, because I know it's no fun. :o) Talk to y'all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lata&lt;/span&gt;! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-8090341393051265748?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/8090341393051265748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=8090341393051265748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/8090341393051265748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/8090341393051265748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/09/kind-of-funny-story.html' title='Kind of A Funny Story....'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-806998283206753601</id><published>2007-09-17T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:54:17.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>Well, I ended up going to the doctor last Thursday, and they pretty much told me I had a cold. Yeah, because I totally didn't know that BEFORE I went to the doctor. :o) Oh well, at least it wasn't bronchitis. They gave me some nose-spray sniffy stuff, and a prescription for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Allegra&lt;/span&gt;-D. Then I baby-sat on Friday night, and the kids' mom, Eleanore gave me some vitamins, that I have been taking twice a day. Two vitamin C, one Zinc, and one Vitamin E. I feel like a drug addict in the mornings, because I have to take the four vitamin pills, the one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Allegra&lt;/span&gt;-D, and the nose sniffy stuff. It's kinda funny. I only have one more Vitamin C pill that I'll take tonight, then it'll just be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Allegra&lt;/span&gt;-D, and the sniffy stuff (also known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rhinocort&lt;/span&gt;). I'm feeling A LOT better than I was, so that's good. I just have this cough left over, and still a bit of a runny nose. Hopefully that will all go away soon. For a while, I felt so horrible, that it felt like I was never going to feel better again. :o) Of course that's not the case, but when your body is so drained, from being so sick, you certainly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my weekend went pretty good. I baby-sat on Friday night, and Emily came with me, then we went over to Michelle's house and hung out with her and Jenni for a while. We ended up spending the night, and I got up, and went to work the next morning. Yup, I worked on Saturday. It wasn't all that bad, since I kind of volunteered to do it. We had a cooking demonstration in our display kitchen, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rhoni&lt;/span&gt; (a lady I work with) asked if I could come in and help. It was good, because I was able to make up some of my time I took off on Monday, without using too many of my sick hours, so I still have some if I need them again. We are having another cooking demonstration the Saturday after next, and I'll probably offer to work that one too. I enjoyed it. I love cooking things. I would love to take a few classes at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TVC&lt;/span&gt; campus, but can't afford it right now. Maybe one day after I get married or something. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well it's late, and my laundry in the dryer is probably done, so I better go. Catch you guys later. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-806998283206753601?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/806998283206753601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=806998283206753601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/806998283206753601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/806998283206753601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-5776929723820799765</id><published>2007-09-12T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:20:08.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, here are the pictures I promised. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RujV3AW2p0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/9Iciz2oJfg8/s1600-h/P7180192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109568918217205570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RujV3AW2p0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/9Iciz2oJfg8/s320/P7180192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tay being a dork. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RujV3gW2p1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/9wKVjechiA0/s1600-h/P7180194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109568926807140178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RujV3gW2p1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/9wKVjechiA0/s320/P7180194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silly little girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RujV4AW2p2I/AAAAAAAAACE/LK8clF7yb7Q/s1600-h/P7190205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109568935397074786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RujV4AW2p2I/AAAAAAAAACE/LK8clF7yb7Q/s320/P7190205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She had just woke up here. She was in a really good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RujV4QW2p3I/AAAAAAAAACM/70EI_0p9Yn0/s1600-h/P7190206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109568939692042098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RujV4QW2p3I/AAAAAAAAACM/70EI_0p9Yn0/s320/P7190206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I look horrible. ;o) It was morning time. Not my best. Taylor looks cute no matter what though. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-5776929723820799765?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/5776929723820799765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=5776929723820799765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5776929723820799765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/5776929723820799765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/09/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!!'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RujV3AW2p0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/9Iciz2oJfg8/s72-c/P7180192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-7495150372155038087</id><published>2007-09-09T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:11:00.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, my weekend with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Taylor&lt;/span&gt; went pretty good. I had her since Thursday night. She went over to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toziers&lt;/span&gt; on Thursday. I ended up leaving work early on Thursday because I have this horrible cold. So, I went and picked up the little Tater Tot, and we went home, and just hung out for the rest of the day. I tried to clean up the house some, but I felt so bad, that I didn't really get a whole lot done. If I had known how bad I would feel a couple days later, I would have thought that I felt great at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor slept really good for me all weekend. she slept in her own bed, (she normally sleeps with Chris and Lauren) and I never got up with her in the night. On Friday, she slept until 10:00. That was really nice. :o) So, on Friday, we didn't do a whole lot either. Tried some more to straighten up a little, but she ended up just going behind me and messing up everything I had just cleaned. Little stinker. That's what they do I guess. :o) We ended up going into town in the afternoon. I was already planning on going into town, to take her to work, to meet some people, but then my mom called, and they were in town with boat problems, and she needed me to bring her some stuff, so I guess it's good that I was already planning on going. It's tough on the gas tank to run back and forth too much. So, I took mom the stuff they need. And then we went to my work, so I could show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; off. Everyone loved her. She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;runnin&lt;/span&gt; around upstairs being a little goof ball. She had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lolly&lt;/span&gt; pop, so that was pretty much all she cared about. A word to the wise: giving a 15 month old a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lolly&lt;/span&gt; pop makes them extremely slobbery!!! :o) I didn't mind though, it's just a little messy. :o) They all thought that it was so cute that she could say "more please" and "thank-you" in sign language. She also learned how to say "bear" this weekend. Not in sign &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt;, but verbally. It's so cute. After we got done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;showin&lt;/span&gt; off for the girls at work, I had to go pick mom up, while dad worked on his truck, and we went over to Chris and Lauren's cabin, to get Chris's moose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;permit&lt;/span&gt; that he forgot (genius). Then after that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; and I went home, and shortly after that, mom and dad came home for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor woke up at about 8:00 on Saturday, and I never even heard her cry in the middle of the night. (I put her pack-n-play in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lucas's&lt;/span&gt; room, right next to mine). Mom went in there and got her, giving me a little extra time to sleep. That was nice. Mom brought her in to me at 9:00, so she could go outside and help dad work on the boat. They left a little while later, after fixing the boat, then came back down the driveway 2 seconds after they left, and dropped the boat back off. Mom came in to inform me that they were going to borrow somebody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; boat (a guy that my dad used to work with) because they had finally gotten a hold of him at the last minute. So, all the work on the boat for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;' but oh well. :o) I'm glad that they borrowed someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; because that thing still wasn't running right when they went to leave. So, then mom and dad finally, after all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hustle&lt;/span&gt; and bustle made it back off safely to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Minto&lt;/span&gt;. Taylor and I had to go into town a little while later to pick up some chicken feed. I needed two different kinds, and naturally, they were out of one. So I got the one they had in stock, and we headed back home. She did awesome when I put her to bed that night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Normally&lt;/span&gt;, I will take her in the room, with the lights off, and show her bottle to her, then put it in her bed, and rock her for a few seconds, then lay her in her bed, and sing to her for a few minutes, then walk out. And whenever I walk out, she always cries. Then I just let her cry for a few minutes, and she goes to sleep. Well, Saturday night when I walked out, she didn't even cry. I was like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yessssss&lt;/span&gt;!!!" :o) It was pretty cool. and whenever she cries in the middle of the night, I don't go in there, and she just cries for a couple of minutes, then goes back to sleep, but if you get up with her, then she's awake forever and she cries even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we got up and went to church, then came home, and I fixed some lunch, and put her down for a nap, and I was FINALLY able to get some real cleaning done. I cleared out the whole arctic entry-way, and I swept and mopped it, and the landing, and the stairs. It looked great by the time I was done, and I was reasonably happy with it. I also cleaned the living room pretty good, and got things straightened up on the table and stuff. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; woke up, and I wasn't able to get much else done. We went back to church, then came home, and ate some dinner. She was walking around the living room and she kept whining, so I asked her if she wanted to go night-night, and she was like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;". It's so cute when she does that, because she whispers. Anyways, I went and did our little routine, and when I went to rock her in my arms, she started whining again, so I pointed to her bed, and I said, "Do you want in your bed?" and she was like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;." So, I put her in there, and walked out, and for the second night in a row, she didn't cry. I was so excited. :o) I went to bed shortly after that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, Taylor was supposed to go over to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Toziers&lt;/span&gt; again, while I went to work, but I ended up calling in sick. I decided that I would still take her over there if Miss Dawn didn't mind, because Cadence was talking to Johnny on Sunday, and she was like, "Did you know that Taylor gets to come over to OUR house tomorrow, and WE get to babysit her?" She was all excited about it, and I didn't want to disappoint her. I called, and Dawn said that was fine, so I took Taylor over there after she woke up, and she was so excited to go play with Cadence. It was SO cute. And it was really helpful for her to be over there, because I was able to get the kitchen cleaned. So it all worked out quite well. I went and picked her up at 4:00, and then we headed over to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Denton's&lt;/span&gt; so I could babysit my regular kids for a while. Taylor had a blast over there. She was pretty tired by the time we left. I put her to bed as soon as we got home, and tried to stay up until everyone got home. I gave up at 12:30. Then they all came home at 1:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, there's a playback of every second of my weekend. :o) I took a few pictures of Taylor that I will try to post later. I actually learned a lot about taking care of babies this weekend, not that I've never watched a baby, but I have learned that my babies will NEVER sleep with me. So, a word to all you future mothers, don't let your babies sleep with you. I'm not kidding. You'll end up with a 15 month old that you can't get to sleep on their own, and it's really frustrating. :o) I know she did really good for me this weekend, but I watched her last Monday, while Chris and Lauren moved into a new place, and it was horrible trying to put her down to bed, and she ended up sleeping with me, because my dad wouldn't let her just cry for a few minutes. When I first put her down, she was crying, and he went in there and got her!!! I was like, "Uhh...It's not going to kill her to cry." And really, it won't. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Wednesday, and I feel worse than ever with my cold. I went to bed last night at 6:00 and didn't wake up till 7:00 this morning. I got 13 hours of sleep. I guess my body was pretty worn out. To be honest, I feel like I could do it all over again, but we have church tonight, so that's not going to happen. :o) People at work think I have bronchitis. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. I can't take any more time off, because I don't have any more sick time, and I just can't afford to lose the pay right now, so I guess I'll just have to suck it up, and move ahead. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it. Now that I've killed you all with the boredom of it all, I'll go. :o) Talk to you guys later!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kassandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-7495150372155038087?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/7495150372155038087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=7495150372155038087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/7495150372155038087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/7495150372155038087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-1191557579306539179</id><published>2007-09-05T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:03:53.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Ti Da</title><content type='html'>Well, It's Wednesday, and mom, dad, Lucas and Tyler all headed out to Minto today to go moose hunting. Chris and Lauren are headed out tomorrow, then it'll be me and the little Tater Tot (Taylor).  :o) I'm looking forward to spending some time together, just the two of us. Everyone should be back on Saturday or Sunday. So, I've got her for at least two days. I think it'll be fun. I'll try to remember to take some pictures, and I can post them. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when everyone gets back, it'll be time to process moose. Oh joy. :o) No, I'm going to try to help this year. I didn't really have to last year, because Chris and Lauren had just got up here, and Lauren wanted to help (crazy girl) so I just had to watch the baby (BUMMER). ;o) But anyways, I'm going to tell mom and dad that I will help with the moose this year. We always end up staying up super late doing it, but I think I can sacrifice a little sleep to help out around here. :o) Hey, maybe I will take some pictures of that too, so I can prove that I actually did it! Since, I'm sure that some of you wouldn't believe me if I only said that I did it. Yep, I'll have to have the pictures to prove it. :o) Well, I'll see what I can do anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not a whole lot is going on. Fall is definitely here. The leaves are changing more every day. I'm kind of looking forward to winter, but dreading it at the same time. I want to go snowboarding so bad, and I'm ready for things to slow down. But then again, I'm not particularly ready for fifty degrees below zero either! :o) I always manage to survive somehow or another though. I'm sure this year will be no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know how much you all LOVE hearing me ramble on and on forever about NOTHING, but I'm afraid I must go. I need to unload the dishwasher, take a shower, and get my happy little butt in bed! So, good night for now, and talk to y'all later! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-1191557579306539179?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1191557579306539179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=1191557579306539179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1191557579306539179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1191557579306539179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-ti-da.html' title='La Ti Da'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-9124479187914355304</id><published>2007-09-03T14:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:38:55.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Of Fun</title><content type='html'>Well, last night I went over to Jenni and Emily's house to hang out with them, and they invited their cousin Shannon over, and one of their other friends Katy, and Michelle too. We all had a blast, just hangin out being girls. :o) Their parents, and Brian were out hunting, and Deanna was over at a friend's, so it was just us girls and Aubree. I've got some pictures of it all on here for you guys. The ones that are kind of dark are when Emily, Shannon, Michelle and I went on a walk. Michelle was afraid of moose and bears being out there, but it was really funny. We had a good time. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyFy0OAZaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/J10jsF28Roo/s1600-h/P7120165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106103185588643234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyFy0OAZaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/J10jsF28Roo/s320/P7120165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp; Emily. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyHFEOAZbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EXjSj6GVVxk/s1600-h/P7120167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106104598632883634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyHFEOAZbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EXjSj6GVVxk/s320/P7120167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Left to right: Shannon, Emily, Jenni, Me, Michelle, &amp;amp; Katy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyHFUOAZcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UaYvcurskQw/s1600-h/P7120170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106104602927850946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyHFUOAZcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UaYvcurskQw/s320/P7120170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily &amp; shannon "poppin' their collars" :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyHF0OAZdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QVKmdHC1v3U/s1600-h/P7120177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106104611517785554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyHF0OAZdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QVKmdHC1v3U/s320/P7120177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shannon And Emily carrying Michelle up the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyHGEOAZeI/AAAAAAAAABE/pUewCncn9eg/s1600-h/P7120179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106104615812752866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyHGEOAZeI/AAAAAAAAABE/pUewCncn9eg/s320/P7120179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily, Michelle, &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyJKEOAZhI/AAAAAAAAABc/6H8Dj2iz-B0/s1600-h/P7120184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106106883555485202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyJKEOAZhI/AAAAAAAAABc/6H8Dj2iz-B0/s320/P7120184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Michelle &amp;amp; Em running up the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyHGkOAZfI/AAAAAAAAABM/rE3AwyyDnRY/s1600-h/P7120186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106104624402687474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyHGkOAZfI/AAAAAAAAABM/rE3AwyyDnRY/s320/P7120186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we died in the middle of the road after our exhausting run up the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyJKUOAZiI/AAAAAAAAABk/hDI5nXeouKM/s1600-h/P7120188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106106887850452514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyJKUOAZiI/AAAAAAAAABk/hDI5nXeouKM/s320/P7120188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Running back down the hill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyJKkOAZjI/AAAAAAAAABs/OJriuddLsW8/s1600-h/P7120190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106106892145419826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyJKkOAZjI/AAAAAAAAABs/OJriuddLsW8/s320/P7120190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trying to pretend to run down the hill so Michelle could take a picture. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-9124479187914355304?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/9124479187914355304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=9124479187914355304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/9124479187914355304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/9124479187914355304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/09/night-of-fun.html' title='A Night Of Fun'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/RtyFy0OAZaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/J10jsF28Roo/s72-c/P7120165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-1541959921300258481</id><published>2007-09-02T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:41:44.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Addition To My Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rts78EOAZZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OeK90nWzD38/s1600-h/P7110171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105740505665267090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rts78EOAZZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OeK90nWzD38/s320/P7110171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, most of you already know, but for those of you who are out of state, I got glasses. Yup, Kassandra has glasses. :o) I like them anyhow. I was having problems with my eyes (obviously) and they were bothering me really bad, and I was going to wait until I got my truck paid off (2 more payments to go!!!) to go to the eye doctor, because I wasn't sure that I could afford it, but finally, they were bugging me so bad, that I decided that I couldn't wait two more months. So, I went to the eye doctor, and apparently I'm FAR-sighted. :o) So, my glasses are mainly for when I'm reading, or when I'm working on the computer and stuff. I can't really see anything very far away with them on, it gets kind of blurry. Anyways, my eyes feel a lot better now, so that's really nice. :o) So, now you all know: Kassandra has glasses. :o) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shuttin&lt;/span&gt; up now about my defective eyes. Talk to you guys later! :o) &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/4224480374801688042-1541959921300258481?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1541959921300258481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=1541959921300258481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1541959921300258481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1541959921300258481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-addition-to-my-face.html' title='A New Addition To My Face'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/Rts78EOAZZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OeK90nWzD38/s72-c/P7110171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-3716837586903147930</id><published>2007-09-01T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T13:48:44.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting Up</title><content type='html'>Well, I have discovered that the initial set-up of this silly thing is a pain in the butt! But that's ok, I shall get through it. I will be glad when it is over though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopefully get to go hang out with my neice, Taylor this afternoon. Man, I love that kid. She's a ton of fun. :o) I'll have pictures of her on here soon enough...if I can figure out how to finish getting everything else set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, talk to you guys later. :o) Sorry to bore you out of your minds! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-3716837586903147930?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/3716837586903147930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=3716837586903147930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/3716837586903147930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/3716837586903147930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/09/setting-up.html' title='Setting Up'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224480374801688042.post-1346393836966908325</id><published>2007-08-31T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:34:47.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st post'/><title type='text'>It's a Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hey Guys! It's Kassandra's blog! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! :o) I'm definitely excited. Now as to how long the excitement stays with me, we shall see. Hopefully, I can stay motivated to post regularly, and not burn myself out on it. :o) OK , well there's my little intro post. I will hopefully have more interesting stuff to post after I actually get this thing set up all the way. :o) Talk to you guys later! :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224480374801688042-1346393836966908325?l=kassandrabailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/feeds/1346393836966908325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4224480374801688042&amp;postID=1346393836966908325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1346393836966908325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224480374801688042/posts/default/1346393836966908325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kassandrabailey.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-blog.html' title='It&apos;s a Blog!'/><author><name>Kassandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984134407568150402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eSrYsAOLs0/TBQdDaqNfqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/7LtbGomJ71Y/S220/ILPprofpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
