<?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-6887684957400920082</id><updated>2011-09-30T10:26:21.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the blahg.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-8441712702881728024</id><published>2011-04-01T22:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:53:40.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>giga pet.</title><content type='html'>i've got a gig tomorrow. like a true gig with someone who's become saint george famous. she's awesome. also. hi. i'm going on a mission. where to i do not know, but i'll go where he wants me to go and be where he needs me to be i guess. like i know that i've been called to brazil buut...still no visa, so. things have been amazing lately. but in a way i cant explain nor have time to. but. i will say its nice to leave worldly things and not miss out on real life so much. sometimes i think texting and facebook makes us worry about other peoples lives more than our own. not that it's not important to care about others. also can i just tell you that you aren't stuck at your job? you can find a new one if you want. i did. its just, nice that reality has hit. i'm finally ready to take flight. also i know i don't capitalize. i like how it looks better. sorry nandy. poetic. love love, -Krista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-8441712702881728024?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/8441712702881728024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=8441712702881728024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/8441712702881728024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/8441712702881728024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2011/04/giga-pet.html' title='giga pet.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-747132510871473793</id><published>2011-03-21T23:09:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:24:07.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the man in the mirror.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;popular to contrary belief:&lt;br /&gt;i am alive.&lt;br /&gt;i just, always find myself reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://writingrainbows.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;her blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alexacall.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;her blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; or laughing my butt off at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sireyetrueblood.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;her blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i somehow feel inspired and enchanted by all of your witty blogs,&lt;br /&gt;but it always makes me feel like i am not as cool.&lt;br /&gt;like my ramblings aren't really worth displaying on the world wide web.&lt;br /&gt;i start thinking maybe i should just write them all down in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;thing is, is that writing isn't something i can do well when forced.&lt;br /&gt;for example, for months i haven't known how to begin my farewell talk and last night i was lying in bed trying to sleep and blam i had an idea and about 7 minutes later i had written 3 handwritten composition notebook pages of my speech. its something that comes to me sporadically. and when it does, i'd better have a pen and paper to jumble it all down. the best way i can describe it is "writers diarrhea".&lt;br /&gt;when someone asks me to post something new on my blog i don't feel inspired to just post something for the heck of it. i have to be in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like blogs turn into a place for people to either complain, or pretend that their life is something wonderful that it really isn't. i get sick of people begging me to "follow" their blogs, or that they're sad that their blog isn't listed in my links. what does it even mean to follow ones blog? i just want to hear about you. i want to know you, even if we don't hang out in real life. but i want to know the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; you. and, if we do hang out in real life, i want to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;i want my posts to have meaning. i don't want to brag. i don't want you to think i have the perfect life. i want to be real. i am real. and i thank you, my fellow bloggers for being real. not edited.&lt;br /&gt;and so it goes:&lt;br /&gt;i was driving today. and the sun was shining on the red rocks.&lt;br /&gt;it looked so bright against the blue blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;the rain was indecisive today.&lt;br /&gt;so the clouds were bursting from the back of the rocks like a volcano erupting.&lt;br /&gt;half sunny, half raining.&lt;br /&gt;i took the long way home. and i was listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelowerlights.com/music/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i just couldn't help but think.&lt;br /&gt;everything's just the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;i believe everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;there was a snowy mountain to my right, rain spots on my windshield that i refused to swipe away, and a horse gnawing on some grass to my left. when up ahead on my right i see a biker. in an electric bright yellow jacket. and in bold green letters on his back read the word:&lt;br /&gt;BRAZIL&lt;br /&gt;i know why i was meant to go this way.&lt;br /&gt;nothing ever happens the same way twice.&lt;br /&gt;for a second i wanted to honk and wave and shout hoorah for brazil! but he wouldn't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;i know that the events that have lead me up to this very moment are for a reason. a plan. a wonderful and glorious plan that i will be sharing with the people of Sao Paulo in less than 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;i am leaving this red hills blue sky place that i love so much.&lt;br /&gt;a job that i absolutely love.&lt;br /&gt;and parents that take care of me as if i was still a kid.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't even been a drop of nervous until now.&lt;br /&gt;last night i even started packing my big suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;its finally hard to think of leaving. reality has hit.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be home next october, that sounds like it will go by so quick.&lt;br /&gt;he never said it would be easy, he said it would be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;and i know without a shout of a doubt, that it will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-747132510871473793?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/747132510871473793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=747132510871473793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/747132510871473793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/747132510871473793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2011/03/popular-to-contrary-belief-i-am-alive.html' title='the man in the mirror.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-4514255261998170857</id><published>2010-12-31T00:23:00.036-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:27:50.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 and Beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;G &amp;amp; G Smith made their grand exits.&lt;br /&gt;After Gramma died in &lt;b&gt;February,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all Grampa wanted was to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;He got his wish in &lt;b&gt;May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I just really love this picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t she making such a Krista face? 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;we had some good adventures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;but the flame sort of flickered and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I eventually made a wish and blew out the candle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2cdrBffJI/AAAAAAAAAYc/_xyMRHwazVI/s1600/IMG_4256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556769548824181906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2cdrBffJI/AAAAAAAAAYc/_xyMRHwazVI/s320/IMG_4256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fall&lt;/b&gt; is usually my favorite, but it was mostly filled with working and schooling. Nothing too exciting, except for that when Kylee came to visit we took Auri to Tarzan and to Swiss Days. But Swiss days isn’t even Swiss Days anymore because they don’t have it at the park. I will never forget sewing class and I will never forget going to lunch all the time with Erin and Mike. The best part of this semester is that it's my last one before I get my associates! yip yip hurrah! My fancy piece of paper should come in the mail someday soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR5Usx2ByLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/RnVJXK8JV78/s1600/kylee%2Band%2Bkrista%2Bswiss%2Bdays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556972118492694706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR5Usx2ByLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/RnVJXK8JV78/s320/kylee%2Band%2Bkrista%2Bswiss%2Bdays.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, by &lt;b&gt;October&lt;/b&gt; I tried fixing things by dressing up as Michael Jackson and by consuming pb&amp;amp;j sandwiches.I always liked him best when he was black. It doesn’t even matter if you’re black or white. Apparently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2WNW72WfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/NrQZ39XyrOQ/s1600/mj%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556762671484131826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2WNW72WfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/NrQZ39XyrOQ/s320/mj%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November &lt;/b&gt;equals traditional dressing and blessings as Pilgrims and Indians. Things were definitely starting to look up again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2OiVwujvI/AAAAAAAAAX0/IXD0P22WAbs/s1600/IMG_5512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556754235853278962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2OiVwujvI/AAAAAAAAAX0/IXD0P22WAbs/s320/IMG_5512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November also equals a new little tiger Lily niece to add to my growing collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2YJcc-osI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Guk88uU2HS8/s1600/IMG_5589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556764803269042882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2YJcc-osI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Guk88uU2HS8/s320/IMG_5589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;December was super busy and exciting mostly because of a very important letter I was waiting for. It finally came. On a Thursday. I’ve always liked Thursdays. I have been &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;called to serve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; in the Brazil Sao Paulo East mission and I could not be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2NTa0JlsI/AAAAAAAAAXs/DTyhNsXSClE/s1600/IMG_5689-1.jpgcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556752880000145090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2NTa0JlsI/AAAAAAAAAXs/DTyhNsXSClE/s320/IMG_5689-1.jpgcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In order to serve a mission, I of course had to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;. I just want you to know that my birthday did happen this year. Mckenna took me to Vegas and I totally gambled. She is such the best friend in the whole wide world and you can read more about what we did &lt;a href="http://kennabug930.blogspot.com/2010/12/krista-turns-21.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friend Chelsea also got married and I was yet again a bridesmaid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2KDjMOAjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/xBTAM1Aytvg/s1600/IMG_9176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556749308835791410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2KDjMOAjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/xBTAM1Aytvg/s320/IMG_9176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Christmas was fun because Kylee and her ninnies came from California again and we have been playing our new wii and Santa gave me lots of wonderful missionary things and I am going through the temple next Monday! It’s so fantastic that I can look to this upcoming year with such bright eyes. I know without a doubt that it will be so hard, but so life changing. I cant wait to see the light in people’s eyes as I testify of our Savior and let them know that they can be with their families forever. What a happy thing! Did you know that the word “Gospel” actually means “Good News”? Well. That is what I plan on doing. Spreading the good news like jam so that it gets on everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2PRfE1WwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/mPE77F2P1gs/s1600/IMG_5862copygood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556755045807381250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2PRfE1WwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/mPE77F2P1gs/s320/IMG_5862copygood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then when I get home it will be October 2012. I give myself until&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.:September 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; 2013:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xycnv87N_BU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xycnv87N_BU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because that is the day, that I will be the Bride. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And this song will be the theme song. AND. these guys are my new favorite. Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perfect right? You can’t even steal my plan because it is mine! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unless you’re my husband. Then it can be your plan too. Okie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never was a cloudy day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This world is our plaything. Hum on himi it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-4514255261998170857?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/4514255261998170857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=4514255261998170857&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4514255261998170857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4514255261998170857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-and-beyond.html' title='2010 and Beyond'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TR2gAl2Nd3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/eIUtqhXQqi4/s72-c/DSC03183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-3714094968117836439</id><published>2010-11-22T23:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:00:42.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TOtlT9qbc8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/hsG73CKiZ6E/s1600/happiest%2Bfirst%2Bpresidency.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542635160053969858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TOtlT9qbc8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/hsG73CKiZ6E/s400/happiest%2Bfirst%2Bpresidency.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the best and brightest oldies are praying about where i will live for a year and a half of my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think they'll make a good choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm wigging out pooing excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for now i wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;x0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-3714094968117836439?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/3714094968117836439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=3714094968117836439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3714094968117836439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3714094968117836439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TOtlT9qbc8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/hsG73CKiZ6E/s72-c/happiest%2Bfirst%2Bpresidency.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-4143672743809613654</id><published>2010-11-15T23:02:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:01:35.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting so good at math.</title><content type='html'>today has been thee best.&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;studying hard+prayers+trey h.+fathers blessing+miracles happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= B- on math test!&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;brother + sister in law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= one brand new neice!&lt;br /&gt;Lily pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lillian Iva Smith is equal to or greater than a chubby cheeked eskimo or asian nugget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Belle and Sebastian's new cd "write about love"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-$10 =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm IN love! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(still referring to cd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.3) two new {classy} pairs of shoes for under 20 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;4)Eric Gish called Krista Smith. Out of the clear blue even. Just for a chat and to see if her number still worked. If Eric said he's coming down next weekend, will hands and bums be shook? shaken? shaked? a) yes, b) yes c) of course.&lt;br /&gt;5)School Tomorrow=No Solution. Tis Career Day. With the exception that i must go to Sewing.&lt;br /&gt;6)Work Today and Work Tomorrow=No Solution.&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm sorry if your day wasn't the best. I happen to know some people that didn't love today. Isn't it weird how we have to trade off? kind of like cross multiplying!&lt;br /&gt;7^3/4)&lt;br /&gt;x = bishop interview complete y= awaiting stake interview z=infinite solutions&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that today is and was great and its really important; because lately I havent felt like things are great, but they totally are! I hope that tomorrow is better for you. And I promise if it's not, the next day will be. Or, perhaps the next day after that. Or, the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;endure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;-Krista&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-4143672743809613654?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/4143672743809613654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=4143672743809613654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4143672743809613654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4143672743809613654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-getting-so-good-at-math.html' title='I&apos;m getting so good at math.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-4479853911804059378</id><published>2010-09-20T19:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:31:26.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quotie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don’t wait for tomorrow. don’t wait for the right job, the right house, the right salary, the right dress size. be happy today. be happy now… one thing I know for certain: the time we have here goes by far too quickly. don’t waste any more time sitting on the bench watching life pass you by.” &lt;a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/photos/midres/6306536.jpg"&gt;-joseph b. wirthlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The sounds of extinct birds may be preserved in the songs of mockingbirds." -&lt;a href="http://teens.dbrl.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/spinelli.jpg"&gt;Jerry Spinelli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;"I dont like my blog.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thanks for the few readers that comment on my boredom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I activated my very first credit card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it looks like a cassette tape-legit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I've finished 2 books lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I want a &lt;a href="http://critteristic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/cute-kitten-150x150.jpg"&gt;kitten&lt;/a&gt; or a &lt;a href="http://www.cassiesclosetinc.com/productcart/pc/catalog/cockalier_1113_detail.jpg"&gt;cockaleir.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my dad says if it eats and &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;poops&lt;/span&gt;, no.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm ready for falltime already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(you know, the kind with colorful leaves and crispy nights?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;i just got called to be in the nursery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I got this thing in the mail that says its time to renew my DL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;which must mean I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; soonish.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Which brings the best news of all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the paperwork has begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;-k&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tA SMi&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-4479853911804059378?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/4479853911804059378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=4479853911804059378&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4479853911804059378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4479853911804059378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/09/quotie.html' title='quotie.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-3893772360689838479</id><published>2010-09-05T17:51:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:08:04.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>effect and cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_White_Stripes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;White Stripes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; kick lately.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it has anything to do with the fact that this past week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-I was almost kicked out of my math class.&lt;br /&gt;-I thought my wallet got stolen.&lt;br /&gt;-I got pulled over for speeding and didn't have my license.&lt;br /&gt;-I broke up with my little boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like really, I dont think it has anything to do with those things.&lt;br /&gt;I just really love me some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/10033317/The+White+Stripes+161747a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jack and Meg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, alright?&lt;br /&gt;I know, hard core.&lt;br /&gt;But can I tell you something?&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going to be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;This past week also included me applying for graduation.&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Associates.&lt;br /&gt;And can I tell you a secret?&lt;br /&gt;I will be starting some very important paperwork soon.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm apparently no good at boys, I'm applying to become a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmosmagazine.com/files/imagecache/feature/files/20080501_happy-nun.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At least for a year and a half or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i paint my nails i pick it all off soon after.&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am dying my blondie streaks back to brown.&lt;br /&gt;I was never meant to be a blonde.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (some people beg to differ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm trying to be all profound and stuff:&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't figure out what to say on the matter besides the lyrics of this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.papermag.com/blogs/746_i1_regina_spektor.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Regina Spektor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0oGrwGCRImY"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you dont like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wackypackages.org/realproductsscans/3rd_2005/dovesoap.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;soap boxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, stop reading now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a693TT2YGI0/SchHFxI3OtI/AAAAAAAAB54/IhuLHtMJI_Q/s400/bj_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO BIRDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Two birds on a wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One tries to fly away and the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Watches him close from that wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He says he wants to as well but he is a liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll believe it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There's nothing I won't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll believe it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I won't let go of your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Two birds on a wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One says c'mon and the other says I'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The sky is overcast and I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One more or one less, nobody's worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll believe it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There's nothing I won't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll believe it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I won't let go of your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Two birds of a feather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Say that they're always gonna stay together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But one's never going to let go of that wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He says that he will but he's just a liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Two birds on a wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One tries to fly away and the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Watches him close from that wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He says he wants to as well but he is a liar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Two birds on a wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One, tries to fly away! and the other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you see two birds on a wire and they look like friends and then one takes off like it has something to do? Well, it probably does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower. She was the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its funny how you think you know what you want, but you dont at all. Heck! I'm supposed to be in China right now, right? Wrong. And I probably do smell like a cactus, but hey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In my opinion, the egg came before the bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cause you just cant take the effect, and make it the cause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Perhaps you dont know what to make of me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and I dont mean to get all cheesy on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but I'm done being the statue/egg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I will soon be a bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;i will fly away, to do happy things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;all of the nail polish is now successfully removed from my left hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a side note &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Wildcat-Kelly/115315251824720?ref=sgm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wildcat Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; really knows how to play some folksy rock and roll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAAAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;shut up, this is my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-3893772360689838479?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/3893772360689838479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=3893772360689838479&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3893772360689838479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3893772360689838479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/09/effect-and-cause.html' title='effect and cause'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-1583464319478187683</id><published>2010-08-02T02:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T02:57:27.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hansel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TFaCNLhx8QI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AsTqpAcdLZE/s1600/reggie+ben%27s+ice+cream+eating+koala..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TFaCNLhx8QI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AsTqpAcdLZE/s320/reggie+ben%27s+ice+cream+eating+koala..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500727157824024834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TFaBYm95Q7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/hL9sl9iryPo/s1600/adventure+man.+love+ben..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TFaBYm95Q7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/hL9sl9iryPo/s320/adventure+man.+love+ben..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500726254656635826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hansel made these for me. i love him lots. at least for today. and for tomorrow. also. i've just discovered the power of google chrome and if you have not i HIGHLY recommend it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;if anyone wonders, the credit goes to a dashing young lad named:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Benjamin Neal Carroll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-1583464319478187683?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/1583464319478187683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=1583464319478187683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1583464319478187683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1583464319478187683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/08/hansel.html' title='hansel.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TFaCNLhx8QI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AsTqpAcdLZE/s72-c/reggie+ben%27s+ice+cream+eating+koala..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-6438731561561056529</id><published>2010-07-30T09:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:01:57.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know what I want to be when I grow up.</title><content type='html'>and it's fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-6438731561561056529?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/6438731561561056529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=6438731561561056529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6438731561561056529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6438731561561056529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-know-what-i-want-to-be-when-i.html' title='I dont know what I want to be when I grow up.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-5692453376957252156</id><published>2010-07-26T15:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:19:57.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>jitter bug.</title><content type='html'>i deleted my music thing on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;i liked it alright. but i realized whenever i go to someone else's page i usually turn their music dealie off because its blares in my speakers and it is not my music. and then i have your music and my music playing all at the same time and it just isn't a pleasant combination. i'm not sure if i like it better silent yet, but you probably do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;i'm jittery lately.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i feel so stressed out but its probably because i just found out that i've been spelling "grateful" wrong sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i thought you could spell it both ways. greatful. grateful.&lt;br /&gt;guys. its grateful. like grated cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i need, is to apply for some free money for college via obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream last night that i got called on my mission to New Jersey. and for some reason my dad was scared. it'd be cool though, cause thats where Seester Pallas is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was forced into playing a card game last night. i am no gamer. and i am certainly not a video gamer. alright alright. i liked playing mario on my brothers oldschool gameboy, crash bandicoot, mario kart, and sonic when i was younger. but i just do not understand the excitement that this boy i know has for this video game to come out. starcraft 2. midnight. i dont care about this, and i usually wouldn't even know about it. but i will tell you one thing. i might not see my boyfriend ever again after tonight. i guess that's what i get for dating handsome nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my left light on my car is out. a copper with some flashing lights was happy to let me know this even though i already knew it. will you tell my dad to fix it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also want you to know, that if weirdies (in my case mysterious asians) comment on your blog: there IS hope.&lt;br /&gt;i know how to fix it. ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont want to go to work today.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather just continue sitting here on my bum in my grandmother's mumu. that's all i've really done today anyways. summer is for lounging, right? someday i will do my laundry and clean the nest mess off my bed. until then, i have to get ready for work. dumb. high hopes that tomorrow will be more productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaches and cream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-krista&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-5692453376957252156?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/5692453376957252156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=5692453376957252156&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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definitely should.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-5612579782348733299</id><published>2010-07-16T15:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:34:05.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bizzzz.</title><content type='html'>i like telling people that are cool or great that they are cool or great.&lt;br /&gt;because they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not worn eye make up this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am someone's sugar mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a macbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also. have you ever used a nose hair trimmer?&lt;br /&gt;i am convinced they are the best things since sliced bread.&lt;br /&gt;i always steal my dads but i want one of my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-5612579782348733299?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/5612579782348733299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=5612579782348733299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/5612579782348733299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/5612579782348733299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/07/bizzzz.html' title='bizzzz.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-2384238772883543461</id><published>2010-07-07T11:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T12:04:13.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what the story is:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TDS_BN9AuCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/el9QSd_1NAo/s1600/mates+of+state+and+sarai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491223873317812258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TDS_BN9AuCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/el9QSd_1NAo/s320/mates+of+state+and+sarai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is that i touched kori's boot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i asked jason where his wife was and he told me she was coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND. kori jumped right by me for a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND. I was THAT close.&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/6887684957400920082-2384238772883543461?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/2384238772883543461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=2384238772883543461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2384238772883543461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2384238772883543461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-story-is.html' title='what the story is:'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TDS_BN9AuCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/el9QSd_1NAo/s72-c/mates+of+state+and+sarai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-8050689926001638861</id><published>2010-07-07T11:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:04:27.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>.asians.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just deleted like TEN comments from asian pornographers. Or asian someones. Please. Asian commenters. Asian whoever you are: Find someone else's blog to comment on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p &amp;amp; t.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people sometimes say: "update your blog kiddo. "and then I don't know what I'm supposed to tell you. OH! I know: I have never been able to come up with a proper header or NAME for my blog. You should give me ideas if you have any. You should also tell me how to get one of those live feed things that tell you when people you like make new posts. I also dont have a follow button. what does it mean to follow ones blog anyhow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stalkers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahem, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kiddo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUM. in lighter news, here is a preview of my newest tall dark and handsome. his name is Ben and i approve of him. do you? oh and that's me as well, but it doesn't matter if you approve of me or not. this is us being celebratory on the third of July.  and today is our one month celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;cutest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491212865060496066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TDS1Ac_8YsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/rBgYxoxBg_4/s320/krista+ben+3rd+of+july.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know what else I'm supposed to say besides summer is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and thanks for your blog help!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x.0.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-8050689926001638861?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/8050689926001638861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=8050689926001638861&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/8050689926001638861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/8050689926001638861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-deleted-like-ten-comments-from.html' title='.asians.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/TDS1Ac_8YsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/rBgYxoxBg_4/s72-c/krista+ben+3rd+of+july.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-1491903372923597837</id><published>2010-06-02T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:42:11.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>party over here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;can i tell you secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm sitting here in my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;swimsuit&lt;/span&gt; right now. waiting for the sweet taste &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the sound of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pool &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;splashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;why doe's summer never require a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bedtime&lt;/span&gt;? it never catches up with me. I always used to complain about getting &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; in the summertime. but this one has been&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;what can i tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;car&lt;/span&gt; is cruising around the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;pacific&lt;/span&gt; coast these days.hope she's having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; is quiet. no more crazy nuggie &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;poos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i am not moving to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;salt lake.&lt;/span&gt; no sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i am here.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and i like home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;even though my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt; is a stress case and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; always acts like the house is on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;use a new job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my hair is officially &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and i now only have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; living grandparents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;DREAM&lt;/span&gt; of adventures that await.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i, am the maid of honor&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;and everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i can also tell you another secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;there is this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;, that i sorta kinda like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;its,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;welp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-1491903372923597837?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/1491903372923597837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=1491903372923597837&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1491903372923597837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1491903372923597837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/06/party-over-here.html' title='party over here.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-4587711440840647841</id><published>2010-05-06T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:38:08.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it was me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guess who just got back from tracting with the sister missionaries again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GUESS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;WHO.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;PASSED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;MATH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-4587711440840647841?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/4587711440840647841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=4587711440840647841&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4587711440840647841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4587711440840647841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-was-me.html' title='it was me.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-3648568022563107419</id><published>2010-05-04T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:22:52.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont mean to make my blog a movie critique, but.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;THIS. Was excellent. Beautiful. Magnificent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;You MUST see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBwg6AF5SaE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBwg6AF5SaE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-3648568022563107419?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/3648568022563107419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=3648568022563107419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3648568022563107419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3648568022563107419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-mean-to-make-my-blog-movie.html' title='I dont mean to make my blog a movie critique, but.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-3514824005897596049</id><published>2010-04-13T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:57:39.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>have you seen this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/52YYjVRg5J4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/52YYjVRg5J4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-3514824005897596049?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/3514824005897596049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=3514824005897596049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3514824005897596049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3514824005897596049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-5927516242680229817</id><published>2010-04-08T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:27:39.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you can call me a flake if you'd like.</title><content type='html'>i friggen hate my job lately.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to be off at eight tonight and didn't get home til ten.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;the life of a catastrophe waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in lighter news, my most favorite band of all time has a cover c.d. mixtape that is said to be released in the summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happiness. excitement. love.&lt;br /&gt;see here: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S768XyxZ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DmK2Hm39tSA/s1600/MOS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458006915371618418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S768XyxZ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DmK2Hm39tSA/s320/MOS.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://matesofstate.com/splash/"&gt;http://matesofstate.com/splash/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a side note, i keep singing the lyrics of THIS song everywhere i go. they are not my favorite band by any means. i think i actually like it so much because its' so horrible and hilarious. also it's from 1989, which was the year i was born. profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1K7fL5s_1ac&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1K7fL5s_1ac&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday night of conference weekend, I watched one of my very favorite movies with my sister. This trailer makes it look so creepy. But it really is my favorite, and it's not even creepy. I promise. mmm Edward Norton. Have you seen this movie? If you haven't, please do. Its beautiful. Kerrah will even tell you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cp_eNR4BfIY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cp_eNR4BfIY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Check out this awesome picture of the Salt Lake temple that I found. It has always bugged me that the SLC Temple is buried by the big buildings and doesn't poke out from everything else. Too bad I didn't live back then!&lt;br /&gt;I've never been inside this one. I hope that I can attend baptisms this summer there. Because I hope to make "the place" my home for the summer, if all goes as planned. It's a mere dream at the moment. But that is really where I'd like to spend my summertime. we'll see what my brother in law says. cross your fingers for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S77AXH82p2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/lNZ8rcde2us/s1600/salt+lake+temple+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458011301923432290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S77AXH82p2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/lNZ8rcde2us/s320/salt+lake+temple+old.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many of you {a.k.a Kate B &amp;amp; Tim D} have been asking what i'm doing with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm just living it. still trying to pass math.(I appreciate prayers) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;going to the gym. eating. working. studying. sleeping. pumping up the jam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But. for those of you that care, I plan on getting my associates degree after this upcoming fall semester, and hope to be leaving for an LDS mission thereafter. Now. plans always change. So please, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;disregard this as an announcement&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Who knows, maybe i'll meet my husband tomorrow. Or perhaps i'll meet him in Salt Lake if i end up moving there for a bit. China would be great. I know it would. I would be doing service, learning, seeing the world and it would be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. BUT: its like that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;, better, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; talk and a mission is just the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; thing I could plan on right now. Truth is, I hardly think of going to China anymore. I think of spreading happiness to the world. I think of telling people about the plan of salvation and that they can live with their families forever. I imagine the look on people's faces as I testify of the pure love of our Savior. And that to me, is more glorious than anything I could do here, or across the sea. Besides marrying my husband of course. He's somewhere, beyond the sea. Or maybe just, around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQvQm-K5cT8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQvQm-K5cT8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-5927516242680229817?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/5927516242680229817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=5927516242680229817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/5927516242680229817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/5927516242680229817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-friggen-hate-my-job-lately.html' title='you can call me a flake if you&apos;d like.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S768XyxZ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DmK2Hm39tSA/s72-c/MOS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-2864420215952907094</id><published>2010-03-11T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:34:13.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so thankful for:</title><content type='html'>1) John Scott Pugh. I dont think he'll ever know how much I truly value his friendship. He is so kind to me and gives me the greatest advice. He always makes me laugh until I cry. He's my home away from home and I appreciate him bucketloads. I love our long phone calls. He is the best, man. AND he smells like a fruitsnack. It's not half priced chicken! It's a cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Miss Erika Lindquist. The silly girl with curly hair from sixth grade that I havent seen in seven years and BOOM! were best friends. We like the same kind of music, and she tells me about her New York adventures, her hasidic jew neighbor and her cute little nanny kid and she is just so funny and brightens my day everyday, all the time. She moves back to St. George May 8th and I cannot cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Melysa Christensen. Oh wow. This woman is so lovely and classy and full of life. She makes me want to go play and sing in the sunshine because thats just what she is. The sunshine of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Miss Danni Springer. Oh hi. We were friends in third grade. Cool. She is the best friend to me and is always just so bubbly, a good listener, and is so wise. She helps me with my science and puts up with my random comments. She is the greatest and I'd like to keep her forever please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Chelsea Bryant. Is kinda like a nightgown. Shes just weird and fantastic and pretty all at the same time. And she talks to me about how life is also all of those things. I love that we can just talk and do nothing and its fun. We did live together for a year afterall. And no matter how weird she can be, I love her to the pluto and back. And that's pretty far I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Tiffani Herpel. I am quite one hundred percent that we were best friends in heaven, and I know that Heavenly Father placed us perfectly together in this life. I am so flattered when people ask if we're sisters. She has the biggest heart of anyone I know. She is talented with her words and a talented artist. She is a beautiful beautiful person that everyone should know. Because once you know her, you're her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Elder Eric Liebhardt. Because its good to know at least one missionary has a crush on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Samuel Hardman Taylor. Sam wont ever stop being Sam and that is whats truly fantastic about him. He wont change for anyone. And I wouldn't want him to. I like him best as him. He is wacky and wise and silly and I just love him. He was my shoulder to cry on in Cedar and I will always value him as a person and as my friend. He has the most beautiful teeth my eyes have ever seen and the yummiest forehead I have ever kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) My mom. She is becoming so hip. Like, the hippest mom on the block probably. She texts AND facebooks now. That is proof that miracles happen. I love her to no end. She is the reason I'm alive and the reason I try to be the best I can be. Because thats exactly what she does. And I believe she is the best she can be. Because she just is, the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) My Dad. He's real nice and always asks me how my day went. He calls me punkin and kisses my head. He gives the greatest hugs and lets me drive the car he owns even when I forget to pay him for insurance. I love watching him as a grampa. I know he will be the best gramps to my kids someday. And I cant wait because my kids are gonna be his favorite because I'm his favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Kerrah Van Dorn. Man alive this woman has energy and spunk. I still remember crusing around with her in her blue neon while jamming to Ace of Base. And she is still that cool, only cooler. Cause now its a honda pilot loaded with carseats and kids bop. I know her kids are well taken care of because she was the greatest mom to me when I was little. She would tickle my arm and sing "somewhere over the rainbow" to me so I'd fall asleep. That song will always make me think of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Kurtis Smith. Man. This man. He is so handsome. And so funny. And has the biggest heart I've seen. Well. I havent seen his heart, but he has seen a heart. I could never do what he does and I just look up to him so much. I still remember is Michael Jordan imitations and playing pogs in his room. He will always be the coolest. He'll never let me forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Kylee Fackrell. This woman has such a creative brain. She is so artsy fartsy and is always doing what's cool. She is always the first to come up with spectacular ideas and then I swear everyone just copies her. She has the best style and the best hair. And is the best lady. We used to share a bunkbed and she used to save me from the aliens that I thought were coming to get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) My middle name. Because no one can ever guess it and it makes me laugh. And I dont know anyone else that has it. So choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Mayer Hawthorne. I think he's the only white guy on earth that has as much soul as Stevie Wonder. Wow. He is such a handsome nerd. I might just be in love. Handsome nerds are my favorite. Could it be that his love was meant for me? Maybe so, Maybe no. Dont be scurred. SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Broken Bells. Why did these two fantastics never collide before? I'm so glad they decided to. They are happiness and give me and my car the chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Dent May. Serenade me with your Ukulele just one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Erin Howard. She always makes me feel good about myself no matter what. She is a truly talented piano player. I'm so happy for our closeness and since the wreck I know more what it means to have her in my life. Life is so fragile and we are truly blessed souls to still be bee boppin around. She is a rare and true gem that I will keep in my treasure chest for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Missionary Letters. I check my mailbox &lt;em&gt;everyday&lt;/em&gt; for mail from my missionaries.&lt;br /&gt;I. LOVE. MAIL. It makes me soar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Benjamin Stratford. Because he just has the prettiest sparkliest eyes and I think it's just cause he loves Jesus so much. He used to have Austrailia on the back of his neck. Cool. He is the nicest and weirdest and i just like him a lot. Work is always better when he's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) The change of plans. Who needs them anyways? They never turn out how you plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) My new calling. I almost just called it a cooling. Because I have the coolest calling ever. Ward Photographer. How hip is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) The knowledge that I can be with my family forever. Nothing makes me happier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Grandma Smith. Man alive, she not only made the best licorice caramels around just for me; but she gave the greatest hugs. The kind you could sink into like a waterbed. And they always smelled the same. Grandma smelled like eternity before she even got to heaven. And I'm sure shes just dancin' up there with Clark Gable like Tif said. Watching over me all the days and being sweet like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Saying a prayer and having the answer you needed come directly to you through a scripture. Like it was written to and for you. How beautiful is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) 25 main cupcakes with friends after baptisms at the temple. bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) tree blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Courtney Nicholls. She is the daintiest, cleverest cutie I ever talked to. She is just the cutest. And she is an artist. Filling the world with color again just like color TV. Cute seems like not enough of a word for her. But thats just what she is. CUTE. Adorable? ah! I could just squeeze her. But then she might break. So i wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) I'll leave 29 for you. I am thankful for you. If you read this, know that I'm thankful that you care enough about me to read my blabby blurbbing blebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) LOVE. It's magic and makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;Along with gravitational physics and myself. Courtney even said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-2864420215952907094?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/2864420215952907094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=2864420215952907094&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2864420215952907094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2864420215952907094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-so-thankful-for.html' title='I am so thankful for:'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-5444492707646128381</id><published>2010-03-05T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:56:17.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5GuzHqAIbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/12WpH2i74kE/s1600-h/pizza+factory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445325617719419314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5GuzHqAIbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/12WpH2i74kE/s200/pizza+factory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I continue to produce custom built goodness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Families are still forever.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5GsMqABK_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/HP7mxxuCWCI/s1600-h/grammas+funeral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445322757900413938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5GsMqABK_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/HP7mxxuCWCI/s200/grammas+funeral.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5GrwMB6qUI/AAAAAAAAATs/iHk8uWMAPLI/s1600-h/daffodil2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445322268818975042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5GrwMB6qUI/AAAAAAAAATs/iHk8uWMAPLI/s200/daffodil2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the best friends in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still deciding if I want to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5GuSO8Dm6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Bf9QYqlDv1s/s1600-h/SisterMissionarySmall_964968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445325052738509730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5GuSO8Dm6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Bf9QYqlDv1s/s200/SisterMissionarySmall_964968.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or whether i should go on an adventure to teach some little asian nuggets english:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5Gte619ZQI/AAAAAAAAAT8/yjutu3Ry2kg/s1600-h/asian+nuggets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445324171170899202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5Gte619ZQI/AAAAAAAAAT8/yjutu3Ry2kg/s200/asian+nuggets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5GmzBI2F_I/AAAAAAAAATc/wiFxM4TzEEM/s1600-h/great-wall-of-china.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5GjHllw8rI/AAAAAAAAATE/NVW6Q8IWMx8/s1600-h/math+family.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 1px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 1px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445312775212561074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5GjHllw8rI/AAAAAAAAATE/NVW6Q8IWMx8/s200/math+family.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5Gkjujnl9I/AAAAAAAAATU/ao3MIqqrQbc/s1600-h/math+man..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445314358167443410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5Gkjujnl9I/AAAAAAAAATU/ao3MIqqrQbc/s200/math+man..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still dont understand math. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5GgLWz0baI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PRsGoQSyDhk/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445309541429570978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5GgLWz0baI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PRsGoQSyDhk/s200/cupcake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, I would really like one of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and as for tonight, i'm seeing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvrADksw2HU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvrADksw2HU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-5444492707646128381?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/5444492707646128381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=5444492707646128381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/5444492707646128381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/5444492707646128381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-much.html' title='not much.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S5GuzHqAIbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/12WpH2i74kE/s72-c/pizza+factory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-4409029431536236127</id><published>2010-02-11T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:23:58.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>english is boring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S3SDeAQF7cI/AAAAAAAAASA/fP5wzcbt7rE/s1600-h/hi..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437115201629842882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S3SDeAQF7cI/AAAAAAAAASA/fP5wzcbt7rE/s320/hi..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-4409029431536236127?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/4409029431536236127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=4409029431536236127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4409029431536236127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4409029431536236127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/02/english-is-boring.html' title='english is boring.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S3SDeAQF7cI/AAAAAAAAASA/fP5wzcbt7rE/s72-c/hi..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-1683941235438061491</id><published>2010-01-30T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:38:06.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, this is great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S2T_kiJpIPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8C8p-v8Tc8E/s1600-h/vampire-weekend-contra-20100105-181934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432748053623283954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S2T_kiJpIPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8C8p-v8Tc8E/s320/vampire-weekend-contra-20100105-181934.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When I got to Chelsea's apartment she was still wearing her nightgown.&lt;/span&gt; Well, it was really more of a Mumu, but it was beautiful. After some mumbling, we headed to the gym. We friggin' jump roped, did sit ups with weight balls on those big bouncy balls, went on the eliptical for four miles, and then we went on the weight machines. We are so fit. Then. We went to her apartment and changed into our temple attire and cruised to the templar. They first told us that it'd be an hour wait, but momentarily informed us that it would instead be fifteen minutes to get us in. So choice! We got confirmed and baptized, dip dip dip dip dip. I think the first person i was confirmed for didnt accept it. That's never happened to me before, it was like when you're falling in a dream and then you jump and wake up. Like there was some sort of resistance. Weird. Anyways, the spirit was luckily dense for the other ones. After being at the temple for at least an hour an a half we were starved. We headed to jimmy jimmy jimmy johns where i engulfed a #6 vegetarian, a cookie, and a coke. AND THEN. We were still hungry so we split a slim four with cheese and mayo. Hope it didn't defeat our gym purposes. When I was pulling out of Jimmy Johns, I thought that I ran it over. It is a tiny store afterall. But luckily it was just a red little pole. Hopefully my parents don't read this soon, but if they do they'll be pleased with the beauty of the scratch. It's one of the best I've seen. After shrugging my shoulders, I decided I relly needed a mumu like Chelsea's. So we went to Kmart and I bought one for $7. Deal! We decided Kmart was too creepy for our liking, and their make up was overpriced, so we then ventured to Wal Mart. We bought awesome things. Namely: herbal essences shampoo and conditioner, a cover stick, lady things, yarn (for booties), food, facewash and Vampire Weekends new cd CONTRA. When we were in the food section I kept dancing to the song "Diplomat's Son" because I had it in my head and I was excited to listen to it. People kept shaking their heads at me because i was dancing all through the aisles while Chelsea gathered some grocery goods. When we were in the produce section, she asked me how to get her little onion bag apart. (you know the little thin clear ones provided for fruits and veggies that are always static-ee?) so i grabbed it and in my effort to shake it open, my phone catapulted across the floor. "&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SHIII&lt;/span&gt;" said some weirdie man that was checking out my dance moves earlier. Lets just say it was quite the scene. My cute little green re-claim shot up in the air in slow motion and did a perfect front flip. I was instantly laughing, but shrugging my shoulders and saying "I drop it daily, notta problem." Guys. My last phone lasted me three years. But now I'm depressed. The keys will light up and i can call people and answer phone calls. But the screen doesnt work at all, and its not even cracked. I was depressed for quite some time. I came home and my parents told me that I sent and recieved 5,579 text messages in the last 25 days. Mayhaps I just need a break from texting? I promise I do other things, like going to school and work. I just like socializing, okay? Anyways, broken electronics wont get me down. I came home before nine o' clock tonight AND last night. And it's the weekend! Does this mean I'm getting old? Or am I just sleepy from the Pheonix concert a few nights back? (which by the way-was soo great.) Anyhew, I modeled my new mumu for my mom. She was so jealous. I also dance partied to CONTRA in it. I gave her a free performance. She could hardly look at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-1683941235438061491?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/1683941235438061491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=1683941235438061491&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1683941235438061491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1683941235438061491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-this-is-great.html' title='Well, this is great.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S2T_kiJpIPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8C8p-v8Tc8E/s72-c/vampire-weekend-contra-20100105-181934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-931711461156535597</id><published>2010-01-26T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:41:22.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I. LOVE. SAM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://samthehardman.blogspot.com/2010/01/kelly-clarkson-sings-song-about-this.html?showComment=1264548512865_AIe9_BG-4a7LtOqtTJfwkHITzrcmhzqALSOxd8ViQfrOFfardUJuL-7rQWSCGYKmUzx1_NfdZnDkRj5HUhI0wLOCg3rXtrcNaOEMegRTxYbISVtPj9Z7K_OAYn8Zl6Ni67tExZZY-4F2w6ChIrPM8aVcZWsnrOznvfcieBGvsf43A5c4HsNY1ltuITyFNmcldy7FRqmrcfjRdUD6Jj0FF80SwFnS8R56Gov2Oz97jStlT9VnA8vNWMqUHToQFu1DgV0N9Uh3Wkwu#c159913042354697263"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt; loves to take pictures and talk about human waste, her Grandma, her future husband, her bowel movements, and &lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-931711461156535597?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/931711461156535597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=931711461156535597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/931711461156535597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/931711461156535597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-sam.html' title='I. LOVE. SAM.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-3532097030264722501</id><published>2010-01-20T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:07:05.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's currently 1:37 a.m.</title><content type='html'>and i just submitted an assignment to my science teacher.&lt;br /&gt;oh, school.&lt;br /&gt;it is really going great.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving this semester so far.&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to rain everyday this week.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda love it. It reminds me of Europe even though it makes it feel late and early all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I abandoned the blahg for quite some time. Starting school does that to you.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I'm too late to post about my birthday, and the holidays, and i dont really make new years resolutions because they just break. But i make goals. I am always making goals. And hey, it's still January, right? I'm not even late. Looking back on 2009, I thought I had experienced an uneventful year with no real milestones. But after pondering upon the subject, here's what I came up with. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* I completed my first year of college @ SUU. And passed ALL of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;* I moved home to Dixie, and completed my second fall semester of College. I passed all of my classes, minus one.&lt;br /&gt;* I survived my first real surgery.&lt;br /&gt;* I survived a roll over car wreck.&lt;br /&gt;* I didn't kiss any men on the lips, but I kissed 2 on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;*I had the best birthday. ever. I'm not even exaggerating. It is really the best I have had in all of my 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;*I drove to provo for the 1st time by myself.&lt;br /&gt;* My hair grew longer.&lt;br /&gt;* I more than doubled the amount of nuggie poos in my life. I am the proud owner or four neices and three nephews. Good work with the reproduction brother and sisters!&lt;br /&gt;* I sent out at least 12 missionaries. Most girls only send out one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my goals thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*pass math. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*gym class at least twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;*read the book of mormon again.&lt;br /&gt;*travel to China.&lt;br /&gt;*kiss a boy on the lips, instead of the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;*persuade sister to have another baby kid.&lt;br /&gt;*dont get in any car wrecks.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(knock on wood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dont have to have surgery again.&lt;br /&gt;*have way good hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Welp, maybe once the laptop is done having a viral infection I'll add pictures to this post.&lt;br /&gt;until then, &lt;strong&gt;x.0.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-3532097030264722501?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/3532097030264722501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=3532097030264722501&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3532097030264722501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3532097030264722501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-currently-137-am.html' title='It&apos;s currently 1:37 a.m.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-6889996510950083058</id><published>2009-12-09T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:39:20.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen:</title><content type='html'>For those of you who thought the future had no soul, I give you: Mayer Hawthorne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpfcydeSGeo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpfcydeSGeo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;(thanks for the stellarfantastic birthday mix Tif)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have you heard THIS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTxythHY09k"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTxythHY09k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my birthday festivity pictures will be posted shortly.&lt;br /&gt;It's the last week of school, sorry for the delays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-6889996510950083058?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SxXV_iaDGpI/AAAAAAAAARo/_GsBZces4JM/s1600-h/juddykins..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465814900054674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SxXV_iaDGpI/AAAAAAAAARo/_GsBZces4JM/s320/juddykins..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SxXVxSuFcPI/AAAAAAAAARg/MAqViO7Yxrc/s1600-h/kenna+and+krista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465570170958066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SxXVxSuFcPI/AAAAAAAAARg/MAqViO7Yxrc/s320/kenna+and+krista.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SxXU6WSi6mI/AAAAAAAAARY/AvjpT15zI5k/s1600-h/judds+closed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410464626236385890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SxXU6WSi6mI/AAAAAAAAARY/AvjpT15zI5k/s320/judds+closed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SxXU6WSi6mI/AAAAAAAAARY/AvjpT15zI5k/s1600-h/judds+closed.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've been way too good at ignoring the class,and now it's piled up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm sorry for blogging so much about it, but the blahg is usually my escape from so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HOWEVER: Please pray that I pass CIS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I dont want to retake it or think about it ever again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetruebloodfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarai&lt;/a&gt; was right. That class really does make you dumber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm home. Thank heavens. The lab scares me, even though it has those yellow vested angels that help you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It turns out my &lt;a href="http://kurtisandiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;brother &lt;/a&gt;and I attend the same school. Who would've known? I was running frantically to the crosswalk as it blurted out: (in a creepy voice, I might add) "WALK SIGN IS, ON!" Keep in mind that I only had seven seconds to run across the street before I got ran over. Then I hear a: "KREESTA!" (in a creepy Kurtis voice, i might add) And sure enough, my brother is waving out of his car window making a little poo smile. I returned the generous greeting. Once I was safely across the street, he yelled my name again as he passed: "KREESTA!" I called him up and asked what he was doing and he said he'd see me in a second. I was walking in the parking lot and then i heard him yelling my name again. Oh boy. My brother is great. It turns out he was headed to anatomy, so I walked him there. He convinced me to go talk to an advisor, which wasn't that helpful; but i did find out that I'll probably have my associates after Summer semester. Which is great because thats right before I'd leave for China if I end up going. However, if I end up being an EFY counselor, then I'll just get my associates after China? I'm not really in a hurry, so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yip Yip!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friends and I have started a fantastic tradition of eating at &lt;a href="http://www.greengatevillageinn.com/juddstore.html"&gt;Judds&lt;/a&gt; for lunch every Monday at noon. There's not enough room for us in there, so we usually take our soup and breadsticks over to the park and eat it. Not yesterday. For some suspicious reason, Judd's was closed. We all said that it was because they knew we were coming, but anyhow, it has become such a big deal that we had to make a sign to tell people that Judd's Monday was moved to 25 main. I seriously never have bad Mondays anymore. All the above photographs are from such festivities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also! Fantastic news!&lt;br /&gt;The little hellions that i nanny for's mom informed me today that she isn't teaching next semester! Which means&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; wont be nannying next semester! Awesome. Goodbye cooking Macaroni and Cheese every Tuesday. Goodbye whiny leetle sweethearts. You really are so cute. But I am so glad that our time together has come to an end. Thank you for teaching me lots and lots of patience. You guys are great birth control. And you really should start believing in Santa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm having a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=124286&amp;amp;id=504857874&amp;amp;page=3#/event.php?eid=222523660759&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Birthday shindig&lt;/a&gt; on Friday! And you're invited. We're going to &lt;a href="http://www.kraveyogurt.com/"&gt;Krave&lt;/a&gt; and then we're going see &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2igjYFojUo"&gt;Fantastic Mr. Fox.&lt;/a&gt; Come on guys! Two decades is kind of a big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I dont have much to say about Thanksgiving, besides that it was weird. We ate our feast at the alumni house in Cedar, and none of my siblings were there. But it was okay because i got to see them that weekend because it was my nieces blessing. I'm currently wearing lola wear cause my feet were freezing, and my shirt that says: "I'm a Big Wheel in the Lunt Line". Hand-crocheted booties from my great auntie lola and a t-shirt that my grams gave me. So much for washing my hair today. I look like a hobo. I'm also drinking eggnogg and coke, a &lt;a href="http://freeyesfree.blogspot.com/"&gt;brother-in-law&lt;/a&gt;-learned tradition. This time we didn't have coke, so i substituted some Diet Pepsi with lime. It's kind of an interesting combo, but it cured the craving. I even listened to Amy Grant Christmas nonstop today. I dont have lots of shopping done. And although I went the night of Thanksgiving AND on Black Friday, it doesnt seem a whole lot like Christmas yet. Maybe it's because I spent Saturday morning barfing? But really,wasn't it just New Years? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know that my sisters and &lt;a href="http://samthehardman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://tifsong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tif &lt;/a&gt;and everyone likes my hair short, but. It just started being long! And that's how it's gonna stay. Sorry guys, but it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; mine. ALSO. I cut my own bangs. And i think they're a little too short, cause &lt;a href="http://www.kerrahvan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kerrah&lt;/a&gt; and my mom were laughing at them like i was a three year old that had cut her own hair. I felt stylish on day one of my straight bangs, but now I feel embarrassed. So, I've been pining them back lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Also, I think its funny but kind of confusing when you poo and then you look in the toilet and theres nothing there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And, I think that's it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-3559749809187272174?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/3559749809187272174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SxXWOIRK9hI/AAAAAAAAARw/0BYGzaSd7y8/s72-c/justin+is+handsome..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-2638177803516521497</id><published>2009-11-10T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:04:36.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mint chocolate chip ice cream.</title><content type='html'>My friend made this post about me on &lt;a href="http://samthehardman.blogspot.com/2009/11/words-of-much-meaning.html"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's full of things I've said to him.&lt;br /&gt;And it's fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;THANKS SAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-2638177803516521497?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-1893422100042700911</id><published>2009-11-04T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:22:26.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will.</title><content type='html'>be two decades old in one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I dont even know what to do for festivites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have everyone meet at twenty five main for cupcakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suggestions are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please and thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-1893422100042700911?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/1893422100042700911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=1893422100042700911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1893422100042700911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1893422100042700911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will.html' title='I will.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-7735150095863433124</id><published>2009-11-01T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:37:13.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was probably four back then. When I gave you the full name of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;Rosey Tiger Meowers Smith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399276349390473986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Su4VO7GWSwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kZnsyKYe3uY/s320/kristasmith10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399276845502545186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Su4VrzQrvSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8C4q6JffXzg/s320/kristasmith27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And now, I'm almost twenty.&lt;br /&gt;So you were about... 16 years old?&lt;br /&gt;You lived quite the life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A good long life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sure you're happier now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Oh, she really was the greatest cat" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Izac Van Dorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"She used to be so cute. Lets remember her like that. She was so nice too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Kerrah Van Dorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sorry for torturing you and dressing you in doll clothes and sticking you in my tricycle basket. I only stuck those potato bugs in your mouth because I thought you liked potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izac's right. You really were the greatest cat. Thanks for being my friend and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you Rosey&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;See you soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;x &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-7735150095863433124?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/7735150095863433124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=7735150095863433124&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7735150095863433124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7735150095863433124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-sunday.html' title='On a Sunday.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Su4VO7GWSwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kZnsyKYe3uY/s72-c/kristasmith10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-7853075022755808197</id><published>2009-10-30T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:40:50.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-7853075022755808197?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-1934879799389405481</id><published>2009-10-29T19:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:29:11.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>alright guys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i just got back from this little run/jaunt that i went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i know what queen was talking about when they wrote the lyrics "cool cool sweat".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;okay, maybe they meant something different. either way, it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I wanted to wear my beanie with the little guy on top, i'm so glad i didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I thought my lungs were going to explode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;is my face is red from being hot or from thawing out from the cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dont know which one it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its obviously been awhile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;i have come to the conclusion that it is finally &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;winter&lt;/span&gt; in st. george. the esteegee only has two seasons. summer or winter. i did see some colorful leaves and some berries though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which made my heart happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I got a new phone. It's green and looks like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sendvideotomobile.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/samsung-reclaim-green-sprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; sometimes when i text on the tiny keyboard i type justy instead of just. And add other random letters to words. How embarrassing. I miss my crazy vibrating T9 phone. It had been trusty since my junior year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It was sad to say goodbye. Hope me and the reclaim are friends soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I had a twitter account for about twenty minutes today. Then I decided it was dumb and my phone wouldnt work with it. So, after my run, i deleted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much for being hip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I got a c on my math test. I know, it isn't great, but it's a whole lot better than I thought I'd do. And even though I did better on my last one, I didn't fail. Yip yip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayers are answered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have so many missionaries to reply to.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;They're probably the only men I should be worrying about currently. I would say that nothing is happening but a lot of first dates; However, the new kid in my choir class could very well be my husband. He looks sort of like my former boyfriend, Zac. Only he's shorter and tanner and kind of reminds me of my cousin Harrison. Everyone was dressed up for halloween today, and he was wearing a suit. When people asked him why he said that he is the youngest new temple worker. Handsome.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe he'll take me there someday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I graduated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I now only have two new bras that fit properly. WOOT?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Hopefully my legs will be the next thing to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I owe my dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$279.11&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;so much for going to China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I want to read the &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book of Mormon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Where the Wild Things Are. Liked it. Didn't love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I loved the music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Good job Karen O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;There are just a few CD's that I would like to order/purchase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;-Kings of Convenience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;-Nearer (hymns)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;-Zee Avi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;-Where the Wild Things Are soundtrack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;-Caroline Smith and the good night sleeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;-Lucy Michelle and the velvet lapelles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;-She and Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-Grizzly Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-Vampire Weekends new one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the new music in my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe I should just buy an expensive Itunes card so i can be choosy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;speaking of music. I am so mad&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Regina Spektor is going to be in Salt Lake next weekend!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kids, do you know how long I've wanted to see Regina live? But Tif cant go that weekend and Sarai is flying to somewhere. Who wants to go with me? I think my sister does. But i have to get work off. ASAP. It will be a dream come true if I can make this happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I should have done &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;most of today. Instead i did whatever I want. One of those things was making my blahg cuter. I hope you like it cuter. I like things that are cute. Anyways, my deadline is at eleven but I dont plan on making it and I dont even care cause my friend said that he was late like everytime but once and he got a B+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, thats what I'm aiming for.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I didn't go to the elementary today. My lack of being a morning person is making me worried that I might not make it as a teacher. Mrs. Simkins gave me a hard time.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;I guess there's always afternoon kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-1934879799389405481?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/1934879799389405481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=1934879799389405481&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1934879799389405481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1934879799389405481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/10/alright-guys.html' title='alright guys.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-616913956018142862</id><published>2009-10-28T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:40:50.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I suppose you've been wondering what I've been up to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I guess you'll just have to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-616913956018142862?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/616913956018142862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=616913956018142862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/616913956018142862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/616913956018142862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-suppose-youve-been-wondering-what-ive.html' title='I suppose you&apos;ve been wondering what I&apos;ve been up to.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-1286894361049853133</id><published>2009-09-23T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:01:27.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so great.</title><content type='html'>!) I am greatful that I went to school today.&lt;br /&gt;@) I am greatful that I live in a house that is a home.&lt;br /&gt;#) I am greatful that I helped my mom make gyro chicken pita things tonight. Even though she got mad at me, they turned out really good.&lt;br /&gt;$) I am greatful that my boss took the time to talk to me about being overwhelmed about school and lowering my work hours.&lt;br /&gt;%) I am greatful that I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;^) I am greatful that I went to 25 main and the DI with the truest bloods i know, and Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;) I am greatful that I get to drive the car I drive.&lt;br /&gt;*) I am greatful that I have such a good family.&lt;br /&gt;() I am greatful that I live at home.&lt;br /&gt;!)) I am greatful that I live in St. George. Its so pretty here.&lt;br /&gt;!!) I am so greatful that its finally feeling like falltime in the esteegee.&lt;br /&gt;!@) I am so greatful that Sarai took the time to come to the tutoring center today and help me with my math. We got four assignments done in like 3 hours. Not bad. Not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;!#) I am greatful that I got to spend most of yesterday with Mckenna and Adam stinking and eating weird things in Adam's apartment. Oh, and studying for family relations.&lt;br /&gt;!$) I am greatful I saw Ben Stratford today. It was like he was invisible. I was leaving Suzie a message and looking at some photographs on the eccles wall and BAM! I turn around and there he is. "hello benjamin! feed me a quesadilla. or just walk and talk with me, thats cool too."&lt;br /&gt;!*) I am greatful that I got to meet Chad at the tutoring center today. He was doing trigonometry, and I told him to keep making pies and square rooting them. And I think he might be my husband, but I dont know yet.&lt;br /&gt;!() I am greatful that i got 99% on my last family relations test. And that i felt really good about todays.&lt;br /&gt;@)) I am so greatful I finally let my pride go and went to talk to my math teacher. Thanks John.&lt;br /&gt;@!) I am so greatful that I drove to Cedar on Sunday for Eric's farewell. I'm so glad that I made it safely to and from. It was so good to see everyone. I miss my cedar friends.&lt;br /&gt;@@) I am greatful for  Chelsea and Sam's undying friendship.&lt;br /&gt;@#) I am greatful for Elder Eric Liebhardt.&lt;br /&gt;@$) I am greatful for the yucky stuff. cause it makes you see the pretty stuff, and appreciate it even more.&lt;br /&gt;@%) I am greatful for all the missionary letters I have that I need to reply to.&lt;br /&gt;@^) I am greatful that I went to choir for a little bit today. I seriously love my choir teacher.&lt;br /&gt;@&amp;amp;) I am so greatful that I have the gospel in my life.&lt;br /&gt;@*) I am greatful for the knowledge that I am exactly where I need to be right now.&lt;br /&gt;@() I am greatful for good friends to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;#)) I am greaful that I wont ever have to take anatomy, because I sure dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;#!) I am greatful for good parents. I think they might want me to move out again and be a big kid, but thats just too bad for now. Also, they really dont want me to move out i dont think. Then I'll cost even more money. Billions.&lt;br /&gt;#@) I am greatful that I'm stepping back and thinking about my decision to got to China next year. It would be an adventure, I'm sure. And I'm all signed up. But I need to make sure that's where I need to be next year.&lt;br /&gt;##) I am greatful for the money that i have. Now, its sure not a lot. But I am thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;#$) I am greatful for realizing that things aren't always as they seem.&lt;br /&gt;#%) I am greatful that I sat on the lawn today and talked to Kristi Merril. And that Maddi Brown was on her way to anatomy &lt;barf&gt; and that she said a quick hello.&lt;br /&gt;#^) I am thankful for my nanny children. They're great when they arent naughty.&lt;br /&gt;37) I am so greatful for this number. It's been haunting my life so much lately. Which means good things because it is my most luckiest, favoritist number of all times.&lt;br /&gt;#*) I am thankful for letting go.&lt;br /&gt;#() I am thankful for this keyboard I am typing upon. I love typing.&lt;br /&gt;$)) I am greatful for Miss Sarah Bibb.&lt;br /&gt;$!) I am greatful for My dad just asking me to turn off the lights before I go to bed. I yelled: "love you!" But I think he was already up the stairs before he heard me.&lt;br /&gt;$@) I am thankful for breathing.&lt;br /&gt;$#) I am thankful for walking. I always park far away. Brian asked me why I parked so far away today and i told him it's because I like walking. And well, cause Sarai was at the academy so I just walked to 25 main. But still. The point is is that I really like to walk. And I'm thankful for being physically able to.&lt;br /&gt;$$) I am thankful for writing. I dont know what I would do if i couldnt write. Probably just, DIE.&lt;br /&gt;$%) I am thankful for singing. I love love love love love to sing. sing sing.&lt;br /&gt;$^) I am thankful that my hair is getting a little bit longer finally.&lt;br /&gt;$&amp;amp;) I am thankful that I'm ready to stop so I can do some homework and mostly because I dont want to get all the way to fifty, because I dont like fives.&lt;br /&gt;$*) I am thankful for the opportunities that I have. I should take them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$() I am thankful for the thought of something new. (not to purchase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST A CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, is new.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday is old news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is what i've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%)) I am greatful that when someone asked me 'how I it went' in a text today, I replied: "SO GREAT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what else? thats fifty. but you cant tell cause i purposely used symbols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-1286894361049853133?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/1286894361049853133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=1286894361049853133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1286894361049853133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1286894361049853133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-great.html' title='so great.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-6755512300472697345</id><published>2009-09-16T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:19:14.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a good thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am listening to Mozart.&lt;br /&gt;Humm........I wonder if listening to classical music will make me more classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like my packpack. It makes me feel like a little kid again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad tomorrows Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to ride my bike to the Elementary.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take my CIS test.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do my four Math assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tomorrow off of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-6755512300472697345?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/6755512300472697345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=6755512300472697345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6755512300472697345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6755512300472697345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-thing.html' title='a good thing.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-7756954965897711124</id><published>2009-08-26T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:51:48.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;parking on dixie campus= very scarce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yoga class= early. but good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the three wakefeilds that I nanny for? SO cute. and SO crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;warning about registration on the second day of school= no good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;learning about happiness in family relations=interesting and lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting kind library boy=way good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;weird institute teacher=not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;in and out with tif for lunch=good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math= okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;math book and family relations book= coming soon. (i hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;beholding magic tonight=good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;date with kind library boy friday night= YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today better than yesterday? YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new institute teacher? YES. please and thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;texts from my korean? good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;closing for the first time at work tomorrow? good/scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college funds? could be anywhere right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me? content and :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the average of my experience at DSC so far? GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;my room? calling my name to come clean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mailbox? really wants a missionary reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I sent out eight. We'll see who wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thee, end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-7756954965897711124?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/7756954965897711124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=7756954965897711124&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7756954965897711124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7756954965897711124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-2812062403072060134</id><published>2009-08-07T14:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:13:32.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the three fackrell girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SnyJsh1IP7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/AOo6xY1WA-8/s1600-h/the+three+fackrell+girls..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367316254007246770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SnyJsh1IP7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/AOo6xY1WA-8/s320/the+three+fackrell+girls..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; so pretty. so loving. and so lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;seven babies now! Thats so many babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Auri already looks older, maybe its the pigtail party on her head, but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am the aunt of seven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am so lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am part of some good lookings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love you baby Eden. Let's meet real soon, in real life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-2812062403072060134?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/2812062403072060134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=2812062403072060134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2812062403072060134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2812062403072060134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-fackrell-girls.html' title='the three fackrell girls.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SnyJsh1IP7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/AOo6xY1WA-8/s72-c/the+three+fackrell+girls..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-7342021922154879797</id><published>2009-07-25T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:30:41.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California Adventures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smq18WWglzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EU0kDEXQy0A/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362298354734765874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smq18WWglzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EU0kDEXQy0A/s320/DSC00017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and the prego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smq18IwosEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kcoK30HVjpA/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362298351086252098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smq18IwosEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kcoK30HVjpA/s320/DSC00021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nuggie poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqzZ6NzmtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qBAcpfMv8po/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362295564043262674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqzZ6NzmtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qBAcpfMv8po/s320/DSC00028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and there was a lizard in my sisters kitchen light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqzZ74iRSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LFz_0zURcvs/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362295564490917154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqzZ74iRSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LFz_0zURcvs/s320/DSC00030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot Fireworks! My dad's calf muscle looks way good in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqzZu5-BNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/mgyIWdyv7TA/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362295561007269074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqzZu5-BNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/mgyIWdyv7TA/s320/DSC00034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she loves fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqzZNQesYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/V5eZ0Y2fczA/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362295551974879618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqzZNQesYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/V5eZ0Y2fczA/s320/DSC00035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqzYwJaGLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZxSNbEo7CIc/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362295544160590002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqzYwJaGLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZxSNbEo7CIc/s320/DSC00038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come and open up your, folding chair, next to me. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smqy4y99aSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vqf_g4FwpK8/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362294995162065186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smqy4y99aSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vqf_g4FwpK8/s320/DSC00075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are buried in the sand, and theres a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smqy4jFFBnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/y5-Zw2n_NUg/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362294990896957042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smqy4jFFBnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/y5-Zw2n_NUg/s320/DSC00118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a shadow, you can see my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-RS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smqyk1V3gyI/AAAAAAAAANw/LkQZNM7x6cM/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362294652201829154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smqyk1V3gyI/AAAAAAAAANw/LkQZNM7x6cM/s320/DSC00124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so. me and my dad decided to go on a walk, and then there were a ka jillion dogs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spot fourteen in this picture alone. Can you find them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smqykug6fnI/AAAAAAAAANo/Tkn4H-mXIWU/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362294650369113714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smqykug6fnI/AAAAAAAAANo/Tkn4H-mXIWU/s320/DSC00125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqykdT6ieI/AAAAAAAAANg/wgNDoV3dw6U/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362294645751187938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqykdT6ieI/AAAAAAAAANg/wgNDoV3dw6U/s320/DSC00157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; San Diego in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362294639663552338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqykGogl1I/AAAAAAAAANY/piUJkZ5lUz8/s320/DSC00159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smqyj04r3JI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fpMB2EbWfGI/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362294634899561618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smqyj04r3JI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fpMB2EbWfGI/s320/DSC00211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love my dad. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqxudzS-gI/AAAAAAAAANI/Jdy8YJcHmqc/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362293718169876994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqxudzS-gI/AAAAAAAAANI/Jdy8YJcHmqc/s320/DSC00212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqxtrpTc5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/FoNOT9NEbY0/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362293704706192274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqxtrpTc5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/FoNOT9NEbY0/s320/DSC00270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqxDxPsNPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1br0JC2G9zQ/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362292984654869746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqxDxPsNPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1br0JC2G9zQ/s320/DSC00280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rocked some coasters at knotts berry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqxD2oOL_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/CdpywJzmKL8/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362292986099937266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqxD2oOL_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/CdpywJzmKL8/s320/DSC00311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Favorite.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqxDukNzXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tdTrNz_dpdc/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362292983935651186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SmqxDukNzXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tdTrNz_dpdc/s320/DSC00314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smqv39zFyiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/KunO08VDjys/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362291682354514466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smqv39zFyiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/KunO08VDjys/s320/DSC00323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beach babes. including the one on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-7342021922154879797?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/7342021922154879797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=7342021922154879797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7342021922154879797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7342021922154879797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/07/caliofrnia-adventures.html' title='California Adventures.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Smq18WWglzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EU0kDEXQy0A/s72-c/DSC00017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-3322381187844836515</id><published>2009-07-20T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:49:33.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;dear chinese children,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am signed up. and i am coming. next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear parents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the good lunch. dont be scared for me to go to china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear sister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have your baby. stop talking me out of china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear papa kay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please fill out a reference form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear bishop radmall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please fill out the other reference form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear cousin chelsea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be at your house tonight. not to babysit, but to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span &gt;krista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-3322381187844836515?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/3322381187844836515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=3322381187844836515&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3322381187844836515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3322381187844836515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear.html' title='dear.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-6036012753695789262</id><published>2009-07-18T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:10:27.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PROGRESSION.</title><content type='html'>I lay here thinking of the days that have passed me by. The days when I did nothing when I could have been learning, creating, doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have no more of these days.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when the summer gets the best of you. &lt;br /&gt;It will never get me again. &lt;br /&gt;I’m running, and I know tai bo.&lt;br /&gt;I’m always thinking of what I want, when, in the end it will be what I need and I’ll realized its what I wanted in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;So she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a wise jimmy johns sign once told me…&lt;br /&gt;“If you do the things you need to do when you need to do them.&lt;br /&gt;THEN SOMEDAY…&lt;br /&gt;You can do the things you want to do when you want to do them”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) SAVE MONEY&lt;br /&gt;-because I WANT to teach leetle squinty eyed kiddos some English, and while I’m at it, I think I’ll  walk on the great wall of China for a good time. I will be signed up to do so by July 30th, 2009. I NEED to get my letter of recommendation from my Bishop. Don’t let me forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)MAKE A SCRIPTURE READING CALENDAR FOR EVERY MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;-specifically to mark off after I have done so. Starting with July. I’ve been doing better. Why? Because reading scriptures is the BOM! Get it? Ha. So funny. Plus it brings much goodness and happiness and blessings and knowledge. Which are all things that I am in need of, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) PAY MY TITHES. &lt;br /&gt;-because I want to keep ALL of the commandments. This ones been hard lately not because of me wanting to keep my money, but because I’ve had to wait for my records to transfer from Cedar. PLUS, I haven’t really been ‘in’ a ward because of attending farewells and such. Look at me and my excuses. Basically, I have a stack of money, and envelope with my bishop’s name on it, and transferring records. So, I just need to give the envelope to him and then it’ll all be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) RENEW MY RECOMMEND.&lt;br /&gt;I can do this after I pay my stash. I plan on attending regularly (weekly) like I used to before moving to Cedar, because the temple is so full of goodness, happiness, and blessings. Again, I love and need all of those things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) PRAY DAILY. MORNING AND NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Because even though he knows what I NEED more than I do, I just really enjoy talking to that guy. He loves me. And I owe him a daily visit to let him know how thankful I am to be so blessed with his blessings. I really have such a great life, and I should never set aside the privilege I have to talk to my Father in Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)KEEP MY ROOM CLEAN.&lt;br /&gt;-because I don’t like it when my mom complains about it. And it just looks better clean anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)WRITE MY MISSIONARIES.&lt;br /&gt;-that’s right. There’s more than one that I’m waiting for, probably even more than these. But these are the lucky kids on the list, that need a letter from me.&lt;br /&gt;-Elder Rowley&lt;br /&gt;-Elder Jackson&lt;br /&gt;-Sister Garcia&lt;br /&gt;-Elder Durham&lt;br /&gt;-Elder Stanley&lt;br /&gt;-Elder A. Olsen&lt;br /&gt; and quite possibly even Elder Stucki and Elder Neilsen, if they’re as lucky as the others….J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)WRITE THANK YOUS.&lt;br /&gt;Because its never too late to say thanks.&lt;br /&gt;-Chelsea, Kim, Yujin, Grams, Sam, Tif, Sarai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Make my dad do FAFSA with me.&lt;br /&gt;-because I want to go to school and I’d rather have the government pay for it than he and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Contact and invite more people to to stuff. Because I’m never the planner and I love making new friends and meeting new peeps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) COOK REALLY GOOD DINNERS. With kenna. Once a week. &lt;br /&gt;-because it will totally make my husband love me more. And I want my children to enjoy good home cooked meals made by their mother. And I best start practicing now. I’m basically a cooking retard. There is so much room to improve this skill of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) WRITE IN MY JOURNAL. DAILY.&lt;br /&gt;-usually, I only write poems and thoughts and fireside/church things in my journal. I usually keep track of what I do daily in my planner. But I’ve decided to switch things up. I have a way too good of a life to not write down what happens everyday in my life. And I don’t want to forget the moments and memories I am currently having and making. They are so great. And will be even greater to look back upon. (linds han and tif inspired me to do this one, I’ve done pretty good so far!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and those things that I need? Will be exactly what I want, because I needed them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-6036012753695789262?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/6036012753695789262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=6036012753695789262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6036012753695789262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6036012753695789262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/07/progression.html' title='PROGRESSION.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-1565198964635092709</id><published>2009-07-13T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:48:49.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanted you to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Slrpm_ZHtOI/AAAAAAAAALc/mOQ6S3cTi3g/s1600-h/such+the+best+day..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Slrpm_ZHtOI/AAAAAAAAALc/mOQ6S3cTi3g/s400/such+the+best+day..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357851562771723490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that today was a really good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably way too much fun for a sabbath day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that i need to download pictures. &lt;br /&gt;I've been having lots of good times. &lt;br /&gt;so there will be more to come, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-1565198964635092709?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/1565198964635092709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=1565198964635092709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1565198964635092709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1565198964635092709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-wanted-you-to-know.html' title='I just wanted you to know.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Slrpm_ZHtOI/AAAAAAAAALc/mOQ6S3cTi3g/s72-c/such+the+best+day..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-7005442295391930924</id><published>2009-06-30T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:13:45.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FAVORITE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4RJob0jSCX4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4RJob0jSCX4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she made this herself. it almost ruins the song. but oh my. i cant stop listening to this one. in my car. dance dancing like a robot. sing singing. in my car. in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love me some regina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-7005442295391930924?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/7005442295391930924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=7005442295391930924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7005442295391930924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7005442295391930924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/06/favorite.html' title='FAVORITE.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-2839871221424002401</id><published>2009-06-30T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:09:32.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/--N9klJXbjQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/--N9klJXbjQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hopefully with Sarai and CJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and arcade fire too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people pick the right bands for their movie trailors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-2839871221424002401?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/2839871221424002401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-7493144096640531483</id><published>2009-06-30T00:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:51:26.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i will see this film.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even "us" by regina spektor? and zoey? aw, bliss. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;love it. cant wait. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-7493144096640531483?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/7493144096640531483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=7493144096640531483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7493144096640531483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7493144096640531483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-see-this-sooo-much.html' title='i will see this film.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-7189258121661281238</id><published>2009-06-29T01:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:06:59.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;china china, run, work, china china boom boom, drive and sing, ride your bike, visit brother boom boom, china china. weeo! work. sleep. wake up wake up! summer summer, work. almost fall. sunny good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;this world is our play thing. hum on himi it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-7189258121661281238?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/7189258121661281238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=7189258121661281238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7189258121661281238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7189258121661281238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-lately.html' title='Life Lately.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-6720550738667288762</id><published>2009-06-28T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:35:37.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest Date of Birth, you Sparkley Raptor-head, Baby-belly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SkfC8B_gDSI/AAAAAAAAALU/hdrwoDkngQs/s1600-h/IMG_5820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352461018735840546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SkfC8B_gDSI/AAAAAAAAALU/hdrwoDkngQs/s400/IMG_5820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, Seester. Look how cool we used to be. Now we're getting so old. 24, right? I sure hope so. And you almost have two kids? Weird. Anyways, I hope your day is like a merry go round with cotton candy and a yellow balloon at the end. And maybe a taco time hat as well. Also I'm sorry that your birthday fell on a Sunday this year. It's sometimes unfortunate when that happens. Sorry that I always wanted to copy you when I was little, its just because you're so cool.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Happiest date of birth sister dear,happiness will come to you all year, if i had a wish then it would be, a happy happy birthday to you from me!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;that was a song. that i just sang. for you. yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;LOVE EWE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-6720550738667288762?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/6720550738667288762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=6720550738667288762&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6720550738667288762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6720550738667288762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/06/happiest-date-of-birth-you-sparkley.html' title='Happiest Date of Birth, you Sparkley Raptor-head, Baby-belly!'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SkfC8B_gDSI/AAAAAAAAALU/hdrwoDkngQs/s72-c/IMG_5820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-7999956674661127574</id><published>2009-06-27T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:57:41.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love For Us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;last summer, i was sitting in Brother Bradley Buhanan's sunday school lesson. I raised my hand and tried to express the comment i wanted to state, but couldn't really find the words. Here's what I would have said if i had been as wise. Mine was more so just a jumble of words that went something like "Heavenly Father loved us so much, and had the power to save Christ from the atonement, but thought of his love for us before saving his favorite son."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS GUY SAYS IT BETTER. (I THINK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In that hour I think I can see our dear Father behind the veil looking upon these dying struggles until even he could not endure it any longer; and, like the mother who bids farewell to her dying child, has to be taken out of the room, so as not to look upon the last struggles, so he bowed his head, and hid in some part of his universe, his great heart almost breaking for the love that he had for his Son. Oh, in that moment when he might have saved his Son, I thank him and praise him that he did not fail us, for he had not only the love of his Son in mind, but he also had LOVE FOR US. I rejoice that he did not interfere, and that his love for us made it possible for him to endure to look upon the sufferings of his Son and give him finally to us, our Savior and our Redeemer. Without him, without his sacrifice, we would have remained, and we would never have come glorified into his presence. And so this is what it cost, in part, for our Father in Heaven to give the gift of his Son unto men"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Melvin J. Ballard, "Sermons and Missionary Services of Melvin Joseph Ballard", comp. Bryant S. Hinckley [Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1949], pp 153-55 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-7999956674661127574?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/7999956674661127574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=7999956674661127574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7999956674661127574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7999956674661127574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-for-us.html' title='Love For Us.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-1309432131938753686</id><published>2009-06-27T01:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:40:25.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Pieces.</title><content type='html'>Little tiny pieces.&lt;br /&gt;all jumbled in a pile.&lt;br /&gt;one is a heart for love.&lt;br /&gt;its chucked a million miles.&lt;br /&gt;its battered, torn and trampled,&lt;br /&gt;but still has a real big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another is a little cube,&lt;br /&gt;all perfect on the sides.&lt;br /&gt;not perfect from the in,&lt;br /&gt;but in her you confide.&lt;br /&gt;she works and works and works and works,&lt;br /&gt;and she will find the him.&lt;br /&gt;she's got the beauty and the faith,&lt;br /&gt;and she will surely win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is a never ending circle.&lt;br /&gt;spinning round and round.&lt;br /&gt;always coming back and forth,l&lt;br /&gt;ike a swing.&lt;br /&gt;but hardly makes a sound.&lt;br /&gt; soon it will have adventures,&lt;br /&gt;and roll into the one.&lt;br /&gt;but for now it simply swings,&lt;br /&gt;and pokes around at fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another is a twisted sunny triangle.&lt;br /&gt;with an angle lost.&lt;br /&gt;but soon it will be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;soon it will be forgot.&lt;br /&gt;for now she sings sweet happiness,&lt;br /&gt;because it's hers to own.&lt;br /&gt;shes twisted and she's tossled,&lt;br /&gt;but never losing hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's other new ones too,&lt;br /&gt;all round and square and bent.&lt;br /&gt;these random broken pieces,&lt;br /&gt;were surely heaven sent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-1309432131938753686?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/1309432131938753686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=1309432131938753686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1309432131938753686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1309432131938753686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-pieces.html' title='Little Pieces.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-2239158611902137086</id><published>2009-06-18T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:57:41.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am buying this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Sjq3mS6IBCI/AAAAAAAAALM/p3XoQC0Uqm0/s1600-h/reginanew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348789375994430498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Sjq3mS6IBCI/AAAAAAAAALM/p3XoQC0Uqm0/s320/reginanew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When it comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On June 23rd! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay for more regina goodness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=105518205"&gt;http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=105518205&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love the cover quite a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weeooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-2239158611902137086?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/2239158611902137086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=2239158611902137086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2239158611902137086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2239158611902137086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-buying-this.html' title='I am buying this!'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Sjq3mS6IBCI/AAAAAAAAALM/p3XoQC0Uqm0/s72-c/reginanew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-7984694872668242677</id><published>2009-06-12T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:39:26.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest Birthday, my leetle Defamsbue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjL1FeBg_1I/AAAAAAAAALE/KEVIpziT2Cs/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346605181949771602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjL1FeBg_1I/AAAAAAAAALE/KEVIpziT2Cs/s320/DSC00018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjL0tkrDWFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/iaLiJklP0hk/s1600-h/DSC02873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346604771417741394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjL0tkrDWFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/iaLiJklP0hk/s320/DSC02873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjL0f0sqJUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/IwhC1QLXT0U/s1600-h/DSC02431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346604535201277250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjL0f0sqJUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/IwhC1QLXT0U/s320/DSC02431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-7984694872668242677?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/7984694872668242677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=7984694872668242677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7984694872668242677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7984694872668242677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/06/happiest-birthday-my-leetle-defamsbue.html' title='Happiest Birthday, my leetle Defamsbue!'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjL1FeBg_1I/AAAAAAAAALE/KEVIpziT2Cs/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-1522313152897046647</id><published>2009-06-12T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:22:55.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Samuel Hardman Taylor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjLxU36gA3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/wNdVzqjEjpA/s1600-h/IMG_6146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346601048551195506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjLxU36gA3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/wNdVzqjEjpA/s400/IMG_6146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjLxGNBxRfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sxAbBQq5uUE/s1600-h/IMG_6113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346600796520793586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjLxGNBxRfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sxAbBQq5uUE/s400/IMG_6113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjLwm7CfZVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4yWABNK9RUc/s1600-h/IMG_6138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346600259116033362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjLwm7CfZVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4yWABNK9RUc/s400/IMG_6138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjLwVuw-8fI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VqPP8VlPfdc/s1600-h/IMG_6096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346599963763601906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjLwVuw-8fI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VqPP8VlPfdc/s400/IMG_6096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-1522313152897046647?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/1522313152897046647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=1522313152897046647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1522313152897046647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1522313152897046647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/06/samuel-hardman-taylor.html' title='Samuel Hardman Taylor.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjLxU36gA3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/wNdVzqjEjpA/s72-c/IMG_6146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-8014823167814954668</id><published>2009-06-11T00:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:02:47.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes, your grams turns 80 years old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCqGYTwiSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/furH1qfx7hc/s1600-h/IMG_6055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345959784270039330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCqGYTwiSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/furH1qfx7hc/s400/IMG_6055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCp7cZI_oI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JxvrqmMphDY/s1600-h/IMG_6048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345959596387794562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCp7cZI_oI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JxvrqmMphDY/s200/IMG_6048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCpgDmb6PI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Z7GU5XuS6l4/s1600-h/IMG_6066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345959125876205810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCpgDmb6PI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Z7GU5XuS6l4/s200/IMG_6066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345958658613797122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCpE26ZYQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Zo653T9Qg6I/s400/IMG_6061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345958158953045906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjConxh_X5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/XMYzb_rz1qA/s320/IMG_6025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345958165103885554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCooIcdvPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/H4aqy5uPiwY/s320/IMG_6053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your granny happily beat the crap out of a pinata? Mine does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-8014823167814954668?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/8014823167814954668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=8014823167814954668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/8014823167814954668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/8014823167814954668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-your-grams-turns-80-years-old.html' title='sometimes, your grams turns 80 years old.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCqGYTwiSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/furH1qfx7hc/s72-c/IMG_6055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-3233925201048546876</id><published>2009-06-11T00:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:06:01.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjC60gP1WsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5ZXchz8QkTs/s1600-h/upposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345978168861088450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjC60gP1WsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5ZXchz8QkTs/s400/upposter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCf4O7LgZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Z02FY61FOJg/s1600-h/UP!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345948546116583826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCf4O7LgZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Z02FY61FOJg/s400/UP!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you haven't seen it, please do. It might be my favorite Pixar movie made so far. Actually, I'm pretty sure that it is. It's heartwarming, and YOU need to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-3233925201048546876?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/3233925201048546876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=3233925201048546876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3233925201048546876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3233925201048546876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/06/up.html' title='UP!'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjC60gP1WsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5ZXchz8QkTs/s72-c/upposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-4089801610106474376</id><published>2009-06-10T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:03:37.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good days in the Esteegee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCa5PFpHhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PnRkBSETDDE/s1600-h/IMG_6017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345943065782197778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCa5PFpHhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PnRkBSETDDE/s200/IMG_6017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCaqkgi42I/AAAAAAAAAIw/U0ZJASsT0AM/s1600-h/IMG_5962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345942813834142562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCaqkgi42I/AAAAAAAAAIw/U0ZJASsT0AM/s200/IMG_5962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCaWDAp3LI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9rK9K8X2leE/s1600-h/IMG_5910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345942461244628146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCaWDAp3LI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9rK9K8X2leE/s400/IMG_5910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCaIKQ490I/AAAAAAAAAIg/iuRcZKtBags/s1600-h/IMG_5979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345942222673606466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCaIKQ490I/AAAAAAAAAIg/iuRcZKtBags/s320/IMG_5979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCZ7gumv5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Dj84ni9ACVM/s1600-h/IMG_5995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345942005365522322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCZ7gumv5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Dj84ni9ACVM/s400/IMG_5995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCZqy9QEDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BepyUF5dgeA/s1600-h/IMG_5855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345941718201012274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCZqy9QEDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BepyUF5dgeA/s200/IMG_5855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCZL01a5EI/AAAAAAAAAII/s7n1cUc27jw/s1600-h/IMG_5829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345941186129093698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCZL01a5EI/AAAAAAAAAII/s7n1cUc27jw/s320/IMG_5829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCZLkE93zI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CGtZFgIP75w/s1600-h/IMG_5874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345941181630897970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCZLkE93zI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CGtZFgIP75w/s320/IMG_5874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just another good picture of me and the nuggetcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone should probably teach me to post my pictures and make them look normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until then, they'll be jumbled like this. but this is a good jumble, i'd say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-4089801610106474376?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/4089801610106474376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=4089801610106474376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4089801610106474376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4089801610106474376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-days-in-esteegee.html' title='Good days in the Esteegee.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SjCa5PFpHhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PnRkBSETDDE/s72-c/IMG_6017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-6983823695580937199</id><published>2009-06-08T00:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:28:15.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, and guys,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In case you were wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;because &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; was wondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUMOR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hanging out in my &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;twisted&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;kinked&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fallopian&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and yes, they &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; take it outta there for me. I'm quite sure about this part, because I asked the nurse at least eighteen times in the recovery room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm alive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and can &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; reproduce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;with my one happy ovary and my one happy fallopian tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yipee! &lt;/em&gt;They &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; stay happy. I like them better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy ovary(ies)=happy kids&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus my patriarchal blessing says i'm having some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;lets just hope they're tumor and kink-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;at least we know they'll be good looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-6983823695580937199?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/6983823695580937199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=6983823695580937199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6983823695580937199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6983823695580937199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-and-guys.html' title='Oh, and guys,'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-7009888689657566704</id><published>2009-06-08T00:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:44:43.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to climb the great wall of China</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SiyyMcOf3_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Uw90bLlubkw/s1600-h/great-wall-of-china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344842784587112434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SiyyMcOf3_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Uw90bLlubkw/s400/great-wall-of-china.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT YEAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh, and while i'm at it, I think i'd like to teach the leetle squinty-eyed children some English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-7009888689657566704?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/7009888689657566704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=7009888689657566704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7009888689657566704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7009888689657566704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-climb-great-wall-of-china.html' title='I want to climb the great wall of China'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SiyyMcOf3_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Uw90bLlubkw/s72-c/great-wall-of-china.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-6415141831833672514</id><published>2009-05-31T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:13:23.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>35-45</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SiNjaqaZGqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/j7NiJd7rTlo/s1600-h/IMG_5509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SiNjaqaZGqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/j7NiJd7rTlo/s400/IMG_5509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342222892704275106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) I am thankful that church starts at more than one time, so you can find a farewell or ward to go to if you accidentally sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;36) I am thankful for Ryan Olsens farewell talk today.&lt;br /&gt;37) I am thankful that they still have firesides in the tabernacle.  its real pretty in there.&lt;br /&gt;38) I am thankful that Van pointed out the faux-hawk kid today and giggled with glee at him.&lt;br /&gt;39) I'm thankful thatI gave Chelsey and Erin a ride to the fireside. they are sweet souls.&lt;br /&gt;40) I'm thankful that Sarai knew we were going to the fireside, and that she brought her ipod since i forgot mine. I'm also greatful that her skirt had a pocket to hold my keys.&lt;br /&gt;41) I am thankful that my nephew is wearing his cowboy pajamas right now, and that i only had to read ONE book tonight, instead of ten.&lt;br /&gt;42) I am thankful that i get to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;43) I am thankful for whoever gets to steal my blood tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;44) I am thankful that my parents aren't the kind that would make me help pay for my surgery, and that when i offered to pitch in, they laughed like i was joking.&lt;br /&gt;45) I am thankful for the song "what i'd say" by ray charles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-6415141831833672514?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/6415141831833672514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=6415141831833672514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6415141831833672514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6415141831833672514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/05/35-45.html' title='35-45'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SiNjaqaZGqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/j7NiJd7rTlo/s72-c/IMG_5509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-234810968343077266</id><published>2009-05-31T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:29:30.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to keep going.</title><content type='html'>1) I am thankful for days like today. Garage Saleing, Farmers Market, Consignment Store, a "Lets go swimming." Making a little money, and then a surprise dessert.&lt;br /&gt;2) I am thankful that I drove home from work and dessert with the windows down jamming out to Ray Charles. So grand. SO grand. I love it when the esteegee air gets in your windows and tossles your hair a bit.&lt;br /&gt;4) I am thankful for Mckenna Shay Mackelprang.&lt;br /&gt;5) I am thankful for the song "Viva La Vida" by Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;6) I am thankful for letters. missionary letters. letters of love. letters of recommendation. thank you notes. etc.&lt;br /&gt;7) I am thankful that my dad is growing his mustache back.&lt;br /&gt;8) I am greatful for burts bees facewash.&lt;br /&gt;9) I am greatful for hug smells. This might not make any sense to you, but when you hug someone, and they smell the same all the time? and everyone has their own smell? ahhh...mmm bliss. love it.&lt;br /&gt;10) I am thankful that I got to help babysit my nephews this week.&lt;br /&gt;11) I am thankful for the time I have been able to spend wth my family lately.&lt;br /&gt;12) I am thankful for nightgowns. Especially magic ones.&lt;br /&gt;13) I am thankful for boots that fit me.&lt;br /&gt;14) I am thankful that the kid at the farmers market was way excited about selling me and sarai some matches. I almost felt bad for not buying any, and for laughing at him a bit afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;15) I am greatful for the talents of others. I've always felt like I haven't found "MY THING" and it sucks. But I'm glad other people have theirs.&lt;br /&gt;16) I am greatful for the word lovely. My mom usually uses it sarcastically. but i think that being called lovely is one of the best compliments a girl can get. "you're lovely" in a manly voice is just, ah. soo good!&lt;br /&gt;17) I am greatful for my little defamsbue, Sarai Trueblood.&lt;br /&gt;18) I am greatful that me and Tif are friends no matter what. Probably because we aren't friends, were sisters.&lt;br /&gt;19) I am thankful that linds and han get home soon so they can tell me about their china adventures.&lt;br /&gt;20) I am thankful for my said China adventure, awaiting to happen for me next year.&lt;br /&gt;21) I am thankful for real love.&lt;br /&gt;22) I am thankful for my hammock. Sometimes I think i could just stay there for my whole life. But then I finally get out and do something productive.&lt;br /&gt;23) I am greatful that Sarai's mom can wear a bikini and look good in it.&lt;br /&gt;24) I am greatful for beautiful movies. That are just pretty to look at because of the way they're filmed. Like Amelie and The Village, etc.&lt;br /&gt;25) I am greatful that I get to get surgery on Wednesday. I want to know what this pain really is, and i'm glad to live in a time where we have the technology to find out so.&lt;br /&gt;26) I'm thankful I was born in 1989. I always wish I could live in the fortys or fifties. And sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a pioneer. And then I start thinking about it and realize that I'm thankful for the time that I am allowed to be here. I am here at the time I'm supposed to be. My p-blessing even says so. That I was held in the heavens for thousands of years, just waiting. And I am so glad. I love this world, so much, so far.&lt;br /&gt;27) I am thankful that i can sing. and that anyone can sing. today when i turned off my car to get gas, i just continued singing out loud as I filled my car up, not caring who heard me. who cares who thinks you can sing or not. SING!&lt;br /&gt;28) I am thankful for debit cards. It makes getting gas less creepy.&lt;br /&gt;29) I am greatful I got to cuddle with Carlie at Ben's Farewell. And that I got to see long lost friends like Sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;30) I am so greatful for Missionaries. MAYBE I'll be one someday. I hear I am one. But I dont feel like a legit one. It just feels so good to spread the good news.&lt;br /&gt;31) I am thankful Ricky let me borrow "The Message" even though it sorta creeped me out last night.&lt;br /&gt;32) I am thankful for light. the light that i can flip on, and the light that is in every one of us. the light that radiates from the sun. the light from the computer screen that helps me type one of these :) instead of one of these :(&lt;br /&gt;33) I am greatful that my nephew is either a cowboy or some type of animal, and not a nephew.&lt;br /&gt;34) I am greatful that I have a really friendly niece who says hi to everyone and calls me "SEETA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) I am greatful that I have a nephew who doesent really understand what I say to him, cause when I do say stuff to him its usually a kind insult. like: "Hello little nerd nugget"&lt;br /&gt;47) I am greatful that I have a wussy little nephew that I am going to make stronger by repeatedly beating him up. Not for reals, guys. I just finally have kids to pick on!&lt;br /&gt;48) I am greatful for the twins. They are leetle gems from heaven. Seriously. Even when they cry its cute.&lt;br /&gt;49) I am greatful that I have another niece on the way. I swear theres always another baby on the way.&lt;br /&gt;50) Woah. This was REALLY easy today. I am thankful that Tif inspired me to do this. I want to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I am greatful for mistakes. Because you get to learn from them, even if they are your favorite number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah. its pretty late and I'm apparently tired. I did go to kindergarten guys, and I CAN count. But i totally forgot 35-45. No wonder it was so easy. I blame it partly on the darkness and not being able to see the keyboard. At least I'm thankful right? We'll make a deal. I'll do 35- 45 tomorrow, when i'm not senile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-234810968343077266?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/234810968343077266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=234810968343077266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/234810968343077266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/234810968343077266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-keep-going.html' title='I want to keep going.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-8035470546061625487</id><published>2009-05-15T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:52:45.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so.</title><content type='html'>it turns out i will be getting surgery on June 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; is my lucky number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhew, it will just in a in and out scope surgery, so i wont be admitted to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I will still accept flowers and get well cards :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone for their concern and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out from my computer to yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-8035470546061625487?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/8035470546061625487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=8035470546061625487&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/8035470546061625487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/8035470546061625487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html' title='so.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-7538428659780840191</id><published>2009-05-15T09:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:50:08.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2:23 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Sg2YxUocjvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QDaWDZ0FmN8/s1600-h/joy.+sweet+sweet+joy..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089106623270642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Sg2YxUocjvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QDaWDZ0FmN8/s400/joy.+sweet+sweet+joy..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is when I returned from the ER this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the date is 5-15-2009. I hate fives. I really do. See what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started the other morning when i woke up with a horrible pain in my left side. But I guess that's not where it really started. I've had this pain before. I had an ultrasound for it like two or three years ago. Nothing found. I had it in Salt Lake a year ago and they took an x-ray and said it was a poop blockage and gave me a laxative for it. Thank you sir, but pooping all night apparently did not help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. I get this sharp, "worst pain of my life" pain again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd just been taking advil so i could function and go to work, but last night things got real bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom went to go swimming with her little lady friend. The pain got significantly stronger while she was gone, so my Dad called a doctor in our ward, and he said to take me to the night light doctor (which is where little kids go to the doctor) to take a pee sample.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news. My pee was regular type. But they gave me a paper to get an ultrasound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. We drove around for a bit. We were gonna go to the ER and get it done, but dad said it was expensive and I wasn't in a lot of pain at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i had the pain really strong again. After whining like a baby and doubling over in my bed for about a half an hour, my mom decided we were heading back to the ER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took my phone, a blankie, and a cup of water. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've never been to the ER, its not a REAL fun place. But its not as bad as people make it sound. I always pictured it with people bleeding everywhere waiting in long lines. But. I conveniently got there around midnight, so there was only us, some fresh prince of bel-air, and one other man friend in the waiting room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They took me in, got my info, gave me an armband, and put me in a little room where i got to pee in a cup again AND got a way sweet hospital gown to change into. Then a little nurse man walked into the room and asked me some questions and took my temp. Then the actual doctor came in, asked questions, and decided to poke around on my belly. After he hit my feet, he came to the conclusion that this was not anything to do with bowels. He was nice enough to get me some drugs for the pain, and proceed with an ultrasound. Then he dissapeared forever and a younger little lady with marlin monroe scrubs and pink hair extentions came in to steal some of my blood and put an IV tube in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep in mind there are long amounts of time between me seeing these humans. During these times, I was usually hugging a pillow or asking my parents if they were having more fun than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, a new lady in turqoiuse scrubs and long streaked hair came and took me away for a wheelchair ride to the ultrasound room. She started doing a regular ultrasound, but couldn't see anything because I hadn't drank enough water. (because of doctors orders) So, she asked if we could do a vaginal ultrasound. "eeeeeep. alright" I said, not caring what the poo they did to me as long as they figured out what the crap was wrong with me. So. She told me this thing she was about to stick in me was like a tampon. And I asked if I could see it. Folks, this was like no tampon I have ever seen before. No. This was like a giraffe head. A giraffe head plus a neck. Needless to say, she got some wonderful photos of my ovaries. And it was not the funnest experience of my life. But I still really appreciate that lady, and I told her so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After she gave me another ride back into the little closet room where my parents were waiting, we did just that. Waited. And waited. Oh. And then we waited a little longer. We all almost fell asleep. It WAS around 2 a.m., afterall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a ka-jillion years, the doctor came back in. It turns out, I had a cyst on my ovary that burst, a swollen fallopian tube, and fluid in my pelvis. So, I get to go to the lady doctor for the first time today and I get to take the day off work for free. probono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I've had this song in my head for the past two days. I even hummed it on the way to the hospital. I love the part where she walks out of the building and theres colorful smoke and balloons everywhere. I hope this is the one that bleeps out the f word. Sorry if it isnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kL6DlOQIwaY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kL6DlOQIwaY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, happy day. I hope I dont have to get surgery next week. But if I do, I'll let you know. Sorry if this post was a little too graphic for you. Until then, love and peace from my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just be enjoying some good toast. Some good toast made by my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm grateful for my parents, by the way. I thanked them for being my parents a lot last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm also greatful for doctors. Even though they poke you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-7538428659780840191?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/7538428659780840191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=7538428659780840191&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7538428659780840191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7538428659780840191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/05/223-am.html' title='2:23 a.m.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/Sg2YxUocjvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QDaWDZ0FmN8/s72-c/joy.+sweet+sweet+joy..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-4968411487436316259</id><published>2009-05-14T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:41:19.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to be thank-full.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1) i am thankful that Tiffani and Lindsey inspired me to make this list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2) i am thankful for advil. especially today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3) i am thankful that I have a job. and that i got it so easily. and that the other ones didn't work out because they weren't supposed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4) i am thankful that I lived in Cedar once. i probably wont ever live there again, but i am thankful that I experienced living away from home, although it was not far. I realized how much my parents do for me, and how much i can do on my own. i realized what true friends are. And I also learned that sometimes your aunt and your grandma are the best friends you can ever have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5)i am grateful for Mrs. Lee at East Elementary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;6)i am thankful for Sarai Michelle Trueblood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;7)i am thankful for Ricky Valadez. and for him giving me his sweet tye dye shirt.Right off of his back. Dont worry. He changed into another shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;8)i am thankful that i got to meet Bob and Lee at Dennys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;9)i am greatful that i get to pray. anytime. anyday. and know that I will get an answer whether i get that answer in the way i would like to or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;10)i am thankful that the ILP program exists. and for my plans to participate next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;11)i am thankful i got to go to Europe last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;12)i'm thankful that i'm lucky enough to be educated and attend cool-lege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;13)i am greatful for my family. i dont even think they know how greatful i am for them. but. i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;14)i am greatful for the "relationships" i've had with boys. They have taught me a lot about what I do and dont want in my husband. and they've taught me a lot about myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;15)i'm so grateful that ice cream exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;16)i'm grateful for water. I feel like its never going to stop coming. but someday, it probably will. i'm thankful that day is not today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;17)i am thankful for all my nieces and nephews. i love being an auntie. good work with the reproduction brothers and sisters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Linds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;18)i'm grateful for good music. and that there's still good people out there who make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;19)I'm grateful for technology. i love typing and texting. So much. I also love not having to ride a horse to my friends house. although that actually might be kinda fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;20)i am thankful for swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;21)i am thankful for running. and that my body allows me to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;22)i am grateful for my car. Roxanne. she listens to me sing and puts up with me. everyday. and she's kept me safe thus far. knock on wood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;23)i am thankful for friendships that last a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;24)i am thankful I graduated from high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;25)i am grateful for missionaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;26)i am thankful that Chelsea Bryant put up with me for a year. I love her even though she told me I'll never find a husband that's patient enough for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;27)i am thankful for the magic that happens to me and Sarai everytime we hang out. It doesent even matter what we do. Theres &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; magic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;28)i am thankful for shoes. i love shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;29)i am thankful for sunny summer days in the esteegee. The kind of sun you can feel soaking into your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;30)i am thankful for the zits upon my face. maybe they're supposed to keep me from being prideful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;31)i am grateful for churches, and the smell in them. one of my very most favorite smells is that old wood/crayons from the nursery smell when you walk in old stake centers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;31)I am grateful for babies. and how all of their freshness reminds us of how pure our heavenly fathers love is. i'm especially grateful for the smell of their heads. I swear that smell is the best smell in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;32)i am grateful I get to be a mother someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;33)i am grateful that my mother cared enough about me to take care of herself, so i can be here. i love living so much. and i owe most of it to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;34)i am grateful for my dad. he's such a good guy under all that huffy puffy mustache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;35)i am grateful for my brother. he's all grown up now, it seems. not my funny older brother he once was. but, he's grown up. and it shows on his face and in all that he does for his family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;36)i am greatful for my oldest sister. i'm grateful that she called me today when i was hurting. i'm grateful for her listening to me through my tears. and i'm grateful for her example of love. everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;37)i am grateful for my sister kylee. i dont know anyone thats more creative than her. she never gives up at anything, and she'll tell you to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;38)i am SO grateful for photographs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;39)i am grateful that my mom just walked in the door from the grocery store and yelled: "krista!" "how are you now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;40)i am grateful that i responded "I'm okay!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;41)i am grateful that Micheal Cooper wants to be my friend lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;42)i am grateful i get to be on Dixie State Student Government. No matter how awkward cabin retreats can be, i know i will learn something from it. why else would i have made it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;43)I'm grateful for the song I'm listening to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;44)i am grateful that i get to see this world in colors. i love colors. especially green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;45)lately i've been complaining about how many clothes i have. but i am grateful for the collection i have. i am lucky to have clothes. i really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;46)i am grateful for the people that are so happy even when they have next to nothing. i want to give all of those people my clothes, in exchange for a smile like theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;47)i am greatful that my parents were willing to take me back into their home. not that they wouldn't have. i've just heard of people that aren't allowed once they move out. not my parents. they'd have me here forever if they could. too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;48)i am grateful that upstairs is a food full of fridge. now. i was gonna change that because i typed it wrong. but i sorta like it. take that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;49)I am so greatful for love. Everything that happens both good and bad is because of LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;50)I am grateful that I got to hear the prophet speak at SUU's commencement earlier this month. in real life. i am greatful that he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"If you want to live a happy successful life, you must learn to love people and use things. Never love things and use people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;51)I'm also greatful that he ended his talk by saying "safe journey, safe journey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;52)i am grateful that i'm pretty sure there's two ways to spell greatful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;53)i am greatful it was easy to make it past fifty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;boom ska doo- boo ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;your turn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-4968411487436316259?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/4968411487436316259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=4968411487436316259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4968411487436316259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4968411487436316259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-be-thank-full.html' title='to be thank-full.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-5152631586866450986</id><published>2009-03-31T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:07:59.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Identical Twin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SdKhDNUTTmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fWrRRd1mcsM/s1600-h/KRISTA!!!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319491186364468834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SdKhDNUTTmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fWrRRd1mcsM/s400/KRISTA!!!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know. I thought it was me for a sec too! Actually, I STILL think it's me! My friend Jocelyn sent me a text that she had found this picture of an actress from the twenties that looked exactly like me. And i was like "Is it Gidget?" cause people have said I look like Gidget from "Gidget goes to Rome" and Audrey Hepburn before too. But no, those two do not even compare. I googled some other photos of Mitzi Gaynor though, and theres only a few of them that look like me. But, holy canoli. This one seriously looks a lot like my senior school picture. This is too crazy! I have a twin! A famous one! Yip Yip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-5152631586866450986?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/5152631586866450986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=5152631586866450986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/5152631586866450986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/5152631586866450986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-identical-twin.html' title='My Identical Twin.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SdKhDNUTTmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fWrRRd1mcsM/s72-c/KRISTA!!!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-6861474605584852780</id><published>2009-03-29T23:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:02:49.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to your new old life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) I am really excited about moving &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt;. I've been contimplating my options for quite some time, (at least three months) and i'm glad I finally was able to make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my options were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-attend UVU, USU, or THE U&lt;br /&gt;-Take my friends Nanny job in New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;-attend Dixie to save money&lt;br /&gt;-OR. stay at SUU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dont get me wrong. I've really liked SUU. But I'm bad at Cedar and I'm bad at roommates and apparently I'm bad at ambassadors too because they gave me a "You're in Jeopardy" letter. But. I had talked to &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; about these options. I was so confused but my college ward bishop's words kept coming back into my mind which were simply to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"keep praying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I did so, and soon after, I opened up to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.D&amp;amp;C 30: 1-4.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing how every word was for me. I have such a testimony of the scriptures answering our prayers. And although I wasn't ecstatic about going to Dixie at first, I am so glad to be going home. I'll be where he wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I have a new friend named Suzie. She's a nanny in New York, New York. And she is the cutest pie. We have a lot in common. She went to my friend Sam's high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I only have about a month to go until my first year of college is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I will have been graduated from High School for one year in May. Crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) I applied at Dixie Nutrition and Pizza Factory. My two old jobs. Oh joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6) I need to apply for Dixie right now. And do my nutrition homework that's in front of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7) I've been cleaning out things like crazy and want to re arrange all the furniture in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8) My friend Lanaya invited me to go to Africa to help build a school and orphanage with her for this coming fall semester. I really wanted to, but I dont know if I can save the money in time. Plus, everytime i've tried to contact her she wont answer or reply. Maybe she decided inviting me was an accident? Anyways, the point is. I DONT CARE. Because my friend Sarai and I made it our 2010 goal to do ILP. For those of you that dont know what that is, it stands for International Language Program. You can go to Russia, Ukraine, Mexico, or China for four months and teach little kids English. And we want to go to Russia. Even though my mom is freaking and saying I need to see taken so I dont want to go anymore. Sorry Mom. I'm going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9) I know I'm not old enough yet, but I have highly considered serving a mission lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10) I am really LOVING the new Yeah Yeah Yeah's CD thanks to Sarai. Oh, and Ella Fitzgerald. I had been needing some new music desperately. And I'm so thankful I slurped some onto my ipod from her computer. In return I gave her a bunch of the clothes i cleaned out. It was a good trade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11) I think the thing I will miss the most about Cedar is my job. I am an Aide/Tutor at East Elementary and it is the very best. I get paid for coloring, reading, and teaching abc's and 123's to leetle children. And sometimes I even get paid to watch them sing the "Utah" song and for watching their talent shows. I wish I could post pictures of my kindergarten class. They are such wonderful souls. Also I'll miss being able to visit my Grandma so much. And I'll miss having classes with my aunt. And I'll miss Sam, a little. And my friends, a little. And. hmm. Probably not the snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the other day my friend asked me how Cedar was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Cedar is a good little town if:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A) You like Cowboys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;B) You like not having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C) Your Grandma lives there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I choose C."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-6861474605584852780?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/6861474605584852780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=6861474605584852780&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6861474605584852780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6861474605584852780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-your-new-old-life.html' title='Welcome to your new old life.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-8771429502615569436</id><published>2009-02-07T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:26:25.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Androyd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-8771429502615569436?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/8771429502615569436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=8771429502615569436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/8771429502615569436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/8771429502615569436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Thank you Androyd.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-4294778726681678635</id><published>2009-02-07T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:13:48.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than a Man. The original.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wrote this poem on the most horrible of days. My dad thinks I should enter it into the New Era or Ensign. I'm calling this one more than a man, because it was the same day that I wrote my other post called "More than a Man" I just wasn't sure I wanted to share my poem with the world yet. But now, I'm sure. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;As I sit on the stain-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;scattered porch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;my thoughts are jumbled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;and I cannot think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;My mind throws disarays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;at this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;And the worlds and stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;and moons inbetween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I wonder whether I should look up angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;and I wonder if i should look up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;HIM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;For I feel he is coming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;he is going to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;He's simply my brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;who was willing to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;a choice given to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;a choice given to me and to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was the one,&lt;br /&gt;to speak up and say&lt;br /&gt;"I will go and I will do,&lt;br /&gt;and I will do this today!&lt;br /&gt;I will help other people&lt;br /&gt;because I can LOVE."&lt;br /&gt;There are signs of his father,&lt;br /&gt;by even a dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved his father,&lt;br /&gt;and he did love his mum'&lt;br /&gt;but he was the brother&lt;br /&gt;that wanted his sib-a-lings home.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't the maker,&lt;br /&gt;the creator of things.&lt;br /&gt;He may have moved mountains,&lt;br /&gt;but he may not have made diamond rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But these are just things,&lt;br /&gt;just things." he said.&lt;br /&gt;and thats when he decided to&lt;br /&gt;help his brother,&lt;br /&gt;his neighbor instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt very happy&lt;br /&gt;to help others out.&lt;br /&gt;But he was scared of the pain,&lt;br /&gt;others around him would shout.&lt;br /&gt;They did not like this plan,&lt;br /&gt;that was coming their way,&lt;br /&gt;they didn't want to choose,&lt;br /&gt;not tomorrow or today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted a different way,&lt;br /&gt;of being understood.&lt;br /&gt;But the leader they were following&lt;br /&gt;just wasn't any good.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want things to be a choice,&lt;br /&gt;he didn't want anyone to use their voice.&lt;br /&gt;But I think he was thinking of how he'd have power.&lt;br /&gt;If things were simply easier,&lt;br /&gt;everyone could have some more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But twas' not the thoughtful son,&lt;br /&gt;nor the persuasive one.&lt;br /&gt;It was mostly the father,&lt;br /&gt;and he loved all his&lt;br /&gt;SONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is a story&lt;br /&gt;a story, I say.&lt;br /&gt;To make people think.&lt;br /&gt;We gotta do something today!&lt;br /&gt;He's on our side,&lt;br /&gt;and now is the time to show.&lt;br /&gt;But will we make that other choice,&lt;br /&gt;and simply let him go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I think not.&lt;br /&gt;There is good in this place.&lt;br /&gt;Simply a planet formation,&lt;br /&gt;put hanging in space.&lt;br /&gt;For people to LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;To LEARN,&lt;br /&gt;and to GROW.&lt;br /&gt;to love every season,&lt;br /&gt;even the snow.&lt;br /&gt;To help others out,&lt;br /&gt;when they need to borrow and say,&lt;br /&gt;and to speak with their father,&lt;br /&gt;everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be kind and be gentle,&lt;br /&gt;like the guys with "the plan."&lt;br /&gt;Love HIM EVERYday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suffered your pains,&lt;br /&gt;and he was more than a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-4294778726681678635?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/4294778726681678635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=4294778726681678635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4294778726681678635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4294778726681678635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-than-man-original.html' title='More than a Man. The original.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-7574348197047030905</id><published>2009-02-07T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:33:01.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wrote a four page paper about this poem.</title><content type='html'>I am thinking of a fairy tale,&lt;br /&gt;Cinder Elephant,&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Tubby,&lt;br /&gt;Snow Weight,&lt;br /&gt;where the princess is notanorexic,&lt;br /&gt;wasp-waisted,&lt;br /&gt;flinging herself down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of a fairy tale,&lt;br /&gt;Hansel and Great,&lt;br /&gt;Repoundsel,&lt;br /&gt;Bounty and the Beast,&lt;br /&gt;where the beauty has a pillowed breast,&lt;br /&gt;and fingers plump as sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of a fairy tale,&lt;br /&gt;that is not yet written,&lt;br /&gt;for a teller not yet born,&lt;br /&gt;for a listener not yet conceived,&lt;br /&gt;for a world not yet won,&lt;br /&gt;where everything round is good:&lt;br /&gt;the sun, wheels, cookies, and the princess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-7574348197047030905?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/7574348197047030905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=7574348197047030905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7574348197047030905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/7574348197047030905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-wrote-four-page-paper-about-this.html' title='I just wrote a four page paper about this poem.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-2099905952136244997</id><published>2008-12-27T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:16:11.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I've been good this year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SVXWE5fVOHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0Eh24jcEt-0/s1600-h/Kristas+Beach+Bike!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284365117429201010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SVXWE5fVOHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0Eh24jcEt-0/s400/Kristas+Beach+Bike!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause look what Santa Brought me! He's such a good guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-2099905952136244997?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/2099905952136244997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=2099905952136244997&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2099905952136244997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2099905952136244997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-guess-ive-been-good-this-year.html' title='I guess I&apos;ve been good this year.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SVXWE5fVOHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0Eh24jcEt-0/s72-c/Kristas+Beach+Bike!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-1068063932865909585</id><published>2008-12-23T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:34:33.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ChrisHurst is HOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SVG70kYU6nI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mRXH7xErxpM/s1600-h/DSC03222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283210349675604594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SVG70kYU6nI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mRXH7xErxpM/s400/DSC03222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-1068063932865909585?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/1068063932865909585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=1068063932865909585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1068063932865909585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1068063932865909585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/12/chrishurst-is-home.html' title='ChrisHurst is HOME!'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SVG70kYU6nI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mRXH7xErxpM/s72-c/DSC03222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-2464417302556137165</id><published>2008-12-10T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:21:02.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A &amp; E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SUCw2AwDdKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/czIFrUhk6hA/s1600-h/IMG_5093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278413205239198882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SUCw2AwDdKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/czIFrUhk6hA/s320/IMG_5093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SUCwQ_8IOuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/n182y0aVjtQ/s1600-h/IMG_5066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278412569366248162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SUCwQ_8IOuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/n182y0aVjtQ/s320/IMG_5066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SUCthr4U0AI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2uOGGf4tzrE/s1600-h/IMG_5061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278409557504479234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SUCthr4U0AI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2uOGGf4tzrE/s320/IMG_5061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet my new friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abbigail&lt;/span&gt; and Emmaline. Abby and Emmy, really. They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;borned&lt;/span&gt; just last night around eleven fifteen! They both weighed about 5 lbs, and are both happy and healthy! Kurtis and Iva are proud little parents. My parents and I headed to the hospital around ten last night because Iva had been admitted and had had her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;epideral&lt;/span&gt;. When the little doctor lady got there, she was going to break Iva's water but decided to do an ultrasound just to be sure. Good thing she did, cause Emmy was totally flipped around again! Her head up at Iva's ribs. So, they decided to do a C-Section. That crazy Emmy! Perhaps she'll be a gymnast when she grows up, like her coolest auntie! ;) Anyhow, It wasn't long until we heard little cries in the hallway, and we were sure that the babies had good lungs. Abby had some fluid in hers, so they gave her oxygen for awhile. My eyes got all teary when Iva came out of surgery and saw Emmy for the first time. Anyhow, Ben met them this morning. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how sure he is about his new little sisters, but he'll have to get used to it sometime soon! We visited this afternoon and this evening and they are seriously such good looking little girls! Since they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have to go through the birth canal, they have perfect little round heads, both covered in black fuzzy hair. I'm so glad to have some more little sisters! Good morning little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;starshines&lt;/span&gt;, the earth says HELLO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-2464417302556137165?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/2464417302556137165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=2464417302556137165&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2464417302556137165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2464417302556137165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/12/e.html' title='A &amp; E'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SUCw2AwDdKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/czIFrUhk6hA/s72-c/IMG_5093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-2387083040878815612</id><published>2008-11-16T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:08:48.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dee-on-ee SeeYuh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SSDDRFeYQKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5R5jgmOpLFc/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269426262318268578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SSDDRFeYQKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5R5jgmOpLFc/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to my cute friend Dionicia Garcia's fare-thee-well today. I met her in the summertime, and she is a little dear.  This  photograph was after we got done swimming at the Caldwell's house. (aka Christopher Caldwells party pad, where my "sister" Tiffani's future husband lives) DEE is going to Washington DC! Thanks for letting me attend the spanish branch and sing some himnos in espanol! I love seeing all my friends go on missions, but i'm sick of all these goodbyes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-2387083040878815612?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/2387083040878815612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=2387083040878815612&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2387083040878815612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2387083040878815612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/11/dee-on-ee-seeyuh.html' title='Dee-on-ee SeeYuh!'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SSDDRFeYQKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5R5jgmOpLFc/s72-c/DSC00151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-1713191482599322095</id><published>2008-11-16T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:58:24.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest Halloweenie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SSC7zVWZIyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fgjjqzhhK7o/s1600-h/IMG_3526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269418054602269474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SSC7zVWZIyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fgjjqzhhK7o/s200/IMG_3526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SSC7EyhPJgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8KUP5EICTjA/s1600-h/IMG_3536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269417254978528770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SSC7EyhPJgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8KUP5EICTjA/s400/IMG_3536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SSC6k1OVt0I/AAAAAAAAADw/yly9-pOBLwU/s1600-h/IMG_3515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269416705948759874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SSC6k1OVt0I/AAAAAAAAADw/yly9-pOBLwU/s200/IMG_3515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Basically, whenever I post pictures on here, my leetle blogging friends tell me that they overlap, or something.  But, this was our cute college familly halloween party! My roomates are all very good looking. The blonde one is Chelsea, whom I share a room and life with. She's probably getting married soonish. Like, for reals. ;) The cute serious one is our little Asian. Her name is Yujin Jong. She used to have us call her "Kate" but she likes her real name better :) Shes always yelling things in Korean and her and her friends cook us WAAAY good food somedays. They made rusk and this good beef soup last night. And they also came over and made us this good spicy soupy chicken potato veggie stuff over rice. I used to hate the smell of her food until I tried it! Korean Ramen is way better than the salty kind here, too. Little Batgirl Kim runs SUU cross country and Track. She is a such a pretty person and she just got her haircut and a new boyfriend. :) As for me, I just go to college and dress up like flappers or superheroes on occasion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-1713191482599322095?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/1713191482599322095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=1713191482599322095&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1713191482599322095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1713191482599322095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/11/happiest-halloweenie.html' title='Happiest Halloweenie?'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SSC7zVWZIyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fgjjqzhhK7o/s72-c/IMG_3526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-4478232232135882874</id><published>2008-11-12T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:20:08.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just, miss these guys. You know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SRtIgUTFAmI/AAAAAAAAADo/pLriAbJt-EA/s1600-h/sistas!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SRtIgUTFAmI/AAAAAAAAADo/pLriAbJt-EA/s400/sistas!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267883909181669986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-4478232232135882874?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/4478232232135882874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=4478232232135882874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4478232232135882874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4478232232135882874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-miss-these-guys-you-know.html' title='I just, miss these guys. You know?'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SRtIgUTFAmI/AAAAAAAAADo/pLriAbJt-EA/s72-c/sistas!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-722267906286603232</id><published>2008-11-09T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:10:11.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than a Man. By Krista Nanette Smith</title><content type='html'>I cant help but think that the Savior is coming while I am still here on this planet in which we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, have just jumped into college and it has opened my mind to things I have never thought about before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to be a good listener. A patient person. An effective communicator, and a valuble person to society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an opinion! And I have a voice! I may not use it all the time, But i think about what I say. And, I use what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was upset about the candidates for office so i was not planning on voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to vote at Crystal Inn in C-Darr, with my roommate. But, I did not have my ID and I just really mostly wanted to think a little about voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When My Aunt was "coincendently" voting, and my happy little middle child roomate just had a grin on her face standing in line I knew this was something that I needed to to as an American Citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had bricks on my back. Many piles. Heaps and Bounds. My brother took them, and I am now even more excited about this fancy little ball that all of these people we know are running around on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this Korean roomate. She is so sweet and cute. You must know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a diversity panel the day after elections and the heat and the feeling in that room was so immense and beautiful and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, WE are America. And that is where we are blessed to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who would DIE to come here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY. Like Yujin! Yujin Jong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, is why I voted for Sarah Palin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat on the free "internetted" crystal inn office chair, (trying to find information on something that would change my political views) I came upon a video of a little mother/cute lady named SARAH, and she was practicing her right to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAID. I quote " If we dont win, I'll just be Sarah Palin from Alaska." As she said this tears almost came from her eyes. I could see the distress and grief that she had. She was worried. Worried about our struggling Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. One might say: "WHY THE CRAP DID FLIPPING OBAMA WIN?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why he won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He represents freedom in this country. He represents the Slaves. The blacks. And everyone everywhere and inbetween things. Everyone wants peace. And everyone wants a Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of that little dance/jingle PEACE the world is round! except, you do your hands like a square, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, I think. By what I know and what I have read....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that. We, as a Nation. Should support and recognize Mr. Barack Obama as our president, because he represents equals in our Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did want to vote for, and was all for PROP 8 because my sister who is close to me just moved to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that everyone needs to remember history, and how we are still making it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abe Lincoln was a honest man right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so is Sarah Palin, and shes also a citizen and a MOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This worlds formations, will soon be together. As one whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the world really wants is PEACE, i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-722267906286603232?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/722267906286603232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=722267906286603232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/722267906286603232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/722267906286603232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-than-man-by-krista-nanette-smith.html' title='More than a Man. By Krista Nanette Smith'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-1879775112327146299</id><published>2008-11-09T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:03:28.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALLtime Fever By: Krista N. Smith</title><content type='html'>WORLDS.&lt;br /&gt;torn.&lt;br /&gt;between stars, and moods.&lt;br /&gt;a black man.&lt;br /&gt;a blonde girl.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of the word.&lt;br /&gt;PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;the other things are heard.&lt;br /&gt;JOY&lt;br /&gt;It's definately felt.&lt;br /&gt;SPIRIT&lt;br /&gt;In this house is dwelt.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;are definately a worth.&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;We've been here since our birth.&lt;br /&gt;BOYS.&lt;br /&gt;They bother all the days...&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;bug in different ways,&lt;br /&gt;Issues. Problems. Relations. Debates&lt;br /&gt;Descisions&lt;br /&gt;Decisions are what I definately HATE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-1879775112327146299?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/1879775112327146299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=1879775112327146299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1879775112327146299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/1879775112327146299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/11/falltime-fever-by-krista-n-smith.html' title='FALLtime Fever By: Krista N. Smith'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-434545760113789764</id><published>2008-11-05T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:17:01.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just, dont worry about it.</title><content type='html'>EVERYONE ALWAYS TALKS ABOUT HOW I NEVER EVER USE MY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST OF ALL, KIDS. I DO NOT HAVE THE INTERNET. IT IS HOPEFUL THAT I WILL SOON, BUT IT HAS BEEN AN ISSUE AT MY APARTMENT FOR QUITE SOME TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I WOULD DEFINATELY AT LEAST POST PICTURES BUT, I HAVE A LAPTOP AND NOT THE INTERNET... YOU KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN STILL LOOK FOR MY PICTURES COMING UP IF YOU WANT. OTHER THAN THAT JUST KEEP BEING MY FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED ALL THE FRIENDS I CAN GET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPECIALLY ON BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR YOUR TIME :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-434545760113789764?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/434545760113789764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=434545760113789764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/434545760113789764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/434545760113789764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-dont-worry-about-it.html' title='just, dont worry about it.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-7904785433231077887</id><published>2008-08-07T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:27:14.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Krista.</title><content type='html'>1) I worry about everything.&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm extremely indecisive. I wish I wasnt. I drive myself crazy. But choices are a very important part of life.&lt;br /&gt;3) I can brush my teeth and put on my pajamas at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;4) I have way too many clothes and shoes. Most of which I need to give to someone less fortunate than me.&lt;br /&gt;) I'm a little sticious about the number five. thanks. really. honest. dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;6) I ponder long about things that dont need to be pondered. Ricky says I'm a deep thinker.&lt;br /&gt;7) If I'm in a big group of people, i talk loud. Just. Deal with it. And. I talk alot. I interuppt too, sorry. My thoughts jump to my tounge, and they cant wait. Or i forget what i was gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;8) I used to lose things alot.But I got better at finding them. :)&lt;br /&gt;9) I can sing lots of songs, and memorize lyrics easily. I have sang pretty much my whole life. And i do it because I enjoy it. I think voices are the most beautiful instrument. I think that some singers are too trained with teqnique, and lose their ability to sing with feeling.  I love love to sing slash harmonize. I dislike Mr. Reimer. And I have a great LOVE for Jenny Baker, my old voice teacher. She took what he took away. And made it beautiful and happy again.&lt;br /&gt;10) I took piano twice, but i never had the self discpline to practice daily. I can play the piano by EAR. easy peasy lemon squeezy. teach me a new song? please? Or even play me a song, and i'll try to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;11) I dont really like jobs, but i pretend to.  I do like money, however. And being productive. and. buying things :)&lt;br /&gt;12) Sometimes i drive aimlessly around. Listening to music, clearing my head. and. I sing REAL loud. but dont tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;13) I havent played my guitar. I mean MINE. in a good two years.&lt;br /&gt; 14) I love love love capturing moments with camera devices. I feel like they are my eyes sometimes. wait.                         They ARE my eyes sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;15) I love being fashionably late to EVERYTHING.                                Something I should Probably work on...&lt;br /&gt;16) Writing  clears my head. I find great joy in crossing off something on a list that i accomplished. I love poetry too, it helps me get over hard things, and helps me get my thoughts down on paper/computer devices in such a powerful emotional way. Thank you Mrs. Madden. Bless you, too.&lt;br /&gt;17) I like typing because i can get my thoughts down faster. I keep getting comments that I type real fast. Hopefully I get that secretary job.&lt;br /&gt;18) I can write ridiculously fast.&lt;br /&gt;19)I'm ansy pantsy.seriously. its bad.&lt;br /&gt;20) I can make funny faces.&lt;br /&gt;21) I'd rather emboider something by hand, with a needle and thread, then use the sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;22) I'm not much for small talk, if you're gonna talk to me, either make what your saying sound kind, exciting, or passionate, or i will only kinda listen.&lt;br /&gt; 23) I can converse with ALMOST anyone. Sharon says I'm empathetic. But really. I can get into a good deep conversation with. Your grandma? A friend. A lady at the grocery store. My cousin.&lt;br /&gt;24) Sometimes. I forget to breathe. and then i remind myself and take a big breath. This happens EVERYday.&lt;br /&gt;25) I dont find the word fart or poop to be gross. I actually think its quite funny. Probably from seventh grade. Ask Maddi Morrell or Taryn Weaver. They know.&lt;br /&gt;26) Gymnastics is my childhood dream. I always knew i'd be in the olympics. :)&lt;br /&gt;27) Soccer was fun, and still the coolest sport ever, but. I'm not aggressive enough for it. I love playing it for fun though.&lt;br /&gt;28) Cross Country and Track are over rated. But you. getting the idea in your head, that your going to run three miles, and then you do. Is. A wonderful thing. A beautiful thing. I used to hate hate running. It was something I made myself like. I love it. I embrace it. It reminds to me to breathe, and it clears my head. it gets rid of my stress and my urge to hit people. period. the end.&lt;br /&gt;RUN TO MUSIC. :)&lt;br /&gt;29) I love giving out free hugs, pinching peoples cheeks, patting them on the head, and. tickling their chin.&lt;br /&gt;30) My family IS crazy. But I love them. A whole heck of alot.&lt;br /&gt;31) Dancing, is. a wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;32) I am a perfect hourglass. seriously. my torso looks like a pear. My hips dont lie. Ask the guy that got fired from Stephen Wade Nissan. He'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;33) I enjoy rollerskating from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;34) I dont like to be rushed. But I know i'm slow. You dont even have to tell me. I'm like a granny sometimes. I rarely do things fast. besides...type. write. and sometimes, but rarely, eat.&lt;br /&gt;i am a walking contradiction. shoooot. see #2&lt;br /&gt;35) I remember what people said. And I remember what I have said. It is one of my biggest pet peeves when people say I said something that i never said. DAH!&lt;br /&gt;36) I hate it when people dont use their blinker when they drive. therefore, i always signal.&lt;br /&gt;37) I can scrapbook, but i DO NOT enjoy it. I'd rather make someone a card.&lt;br /&gt;38) People say I'm easy to read.&lt;br /&gt;39) I love being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;40) I love running PLACES. NOT at gyms. and NOT on treadmills. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;41) I dont like to hear whats going on in the world, usually. I dont watch tv. I did when i was younger, though. Allegras Window. Doug. Rugrats. Wild Thornberrys.&lt;br /&gt;42) I read my horoscope often. The newspaper one.&lt;br /&gt;43) I visit facebook, my sisters blog, suu.edu, and dictionary.com MOST often.&lt;br /&gt;44) My favorite scripture is D&amp;amp;C 68:6&lt;br /&gt;45) I have a great deal of love for the book "the color code" It has changed alot of my relationships. i seriously think of, and refer to that book often.&lt;br /&gt;46)I have a great new love and habit of attending the temple to do baptisms. (thanks for being a good example, and reminding me to go, Zac)&lt;br /&gt;47) I will attend SUU this fall. and i'm gonna freaking love it. The word for it is gonna be FUN. That what Tif said.&lt;br /&gt;48) I am a night owl. which makes me a sleeper inner. This will soon change.&lt;br /&gt;49) I have a great deal of amount of love for Coach Bentley.&lt;br /&gt;50) I would be dead without the good friends that I have made throughout my life.&lt;br /&gt;51) My dad. is a computer nerd. He watches tv alot. And he has a mustache. he fixes various businesses computers. And builds computers out of our house. He's a good guy. Whom I love.&lt;br /&gt;52) My mom. FREAKS. about EVERYTHING. Shes a little nuts, But I have a great great great BIG amount of love for that woman. Because of her, I ate. I slept. I grew. She is always giving and never taking. She is a beautiful human.&lt;br /&gt;53) My oldest sister is like my nother mother. she. takes care of me. always has.&lt;br /&gt;54) My big brother is a doof. he freaks. like me and my mom. But he is brilliant. and has the biggest heart. I could never do what he does.&lt;br /&gt;55) My sister, the one closest in age to muah. Is my greatest example. She is seriously amazing at anything she tries, and is so creative and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;56) I have three nephews and one niece. and one...something, on the way :D&lt;br /&gt;57) Tiffani Herpel. long story made short. Heavenly Father KNEW we needed each other. I'm almost one hundred percent positive that we knew each other in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;58) I love learning.&lt;br /&gt;59) I've  never really been a good speech giver. I get nervous and emotional. EVERY TIME  i bear my testimony, I cry.&lt;br /&gt;60) I have a very strong passionate desire to become a teacher. A teacher of any kind, really. But mostly I want to teach 2nd grade. It is the best grade. You color. Love books. Learn to add numbers. Learn grammar. Learn the months of the year. Learn to be nice. Learn to listen. Learn that there is a big difference between boys and girls.  Learn to count money?                        things you use for the rest of your life. love IT.&lt;br /&gt;61) I have a great amount of love in my heart for Mrs. Carolanne Simkins.&lt;br /&gt;62) I love to eat mint chocolate chip ice cream. the good kind.&lt;br /&gt;63) I dont like to eat mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;64) i know i'm spoiled. you dont even have to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;65) I've never had one specific close group of friends. I have various groups. Many of which i consider my bests.&lt;br /&gt;66) People say I have alot of energy.&lt;br /&gt;67) Sometimes I feel as though I am a four year old trapped in an eighteen year olds body.&lt;br /&gt;68) I love MILK. I have since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;69)  I feel you meet everyone in your life for a reason. And they were part of your life for that moment in time, because you were supposed to learn from each other. Therefore, it takes me a long time to get over people, completely.&lt;br /&gt;70) I also dont like to make goodbyes a big deal, because they usually are.&lt;br /&gt;71) I like change. Even when its hard.&lt;br /&gt;72) I eat/sit/lounge with my legs up.... like. up. :)&lt;br /&gt;73) It doesent take alot to make me happy. My mom says I'm low matinence.&lt;br /&gt;74) I love old, vintage, retro things.&lt;br /&gt;75) I write down what i did, everyday. On my calendar. Even if i did nothing. I write that down.&lt;br /&gt;76) I have a great love for the band Mates of State. You can hear that they love each other in their music. The beat and mood  is always changing, like love. They harmonzie. They, are husband and wife. Simply.&lt;br /&gt;77) Sometimes. I think of something way funny. And I start laughing uncontrollably. And people around me are like "whats yer deal?" and i tell them they wouldnt understand.&lt;br /&gt;78) I have. Hypothyroidism.&lt;br /&gt;79) I'm short.&lt;br /&gt;80) I tend to violent sometimes. But not for reals.&lt;br /&gt;81) I'm always holding a bunch a crap. Like. At school and stuff.  And i always have a pen in my hand. or a pencil. And sometimes I click it. And sometimes I dont.&lt;br /&gt;82) I want to be married in the temple, someday. Not, soonish, though, please.&lt;br /&gt;83) I wish I wore glasses.&lt;br /&gt;84) I love love.&lt;br /&gt;85) Family comes first in my life. Even though it might not always seem like it, thats just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;86) I dont like mustard much, unless its a very small dot on a sandwich. But. I LOVE honey mustard. ha. and its good on sandwiches. and chicken. and salads. weird right?&lt;br /&gt;87) I love curly haired children. They are the flipping cutest thing.&lt;br /&gt;88) I love trees. Big ones. Good for climbing, and looking at.&lt;br /&gt;89) I like hiking because it is so. chill. and you discover new places that are awesome. and lovely.&lt;br /&gt;90) I want to ride my BICYCLE, I want to ride my biiiike. I want to ride my Bicycle! I want to ride it where I like. (and listen to that song while i do!)&lt;br /&gt;91) I want to make a blue Ice Cream Cake with Lindsey Moultrie.&lt;br /&gt;92) I drive some people nuts. I dont intend to do this.&lt;br /&gt;93) People like to trick me.&lt;br /&gt;94) I draw stars alot. and sign my name on various papers I come across.&lt;br /&gt;95) I like HERBS better than drugs.&lt;br /&gt;96) I used to watch Allegras Window, Scamper the Penguin, The little mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and Aladdin like everyday. Oh and those disney sing along movies. They were rad.&lt;br /&gt;97) Laughing and crying at the same time is the funniest gosh darn thing.&lt;br /&gt;98) I say: WHAAT? Just, Whatevs. PFFFF. Good. Okay! Shoot. And, yes.         alot.&lt;br /&gt;99) I love the mountains. (ilovetherollinghills,ilovetheflowers,ilovethedaffodills,boomdeada,boomdeada,boomdeada,BOOMdeada.&lt;br /&gt;ba da da&lt;br /&gt;100) BOOM.                                                                  waaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;101) I dont love board games. BORED games. get it?&lt;br /&gt;102) I do what I want most of the time. When I want. But that is not always what people want.&lt;br /&gt;103) I believe in Jesus Christ, and know he is my Savior. And the redeemer of this world.I know that he bled from every pore so that you and I and everyone inbetween can be happy.I love him. He's my big brother. You should too. :)&lt;br /&gt;104) I love composition notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;105) When I'm working on a project or homework, I like to work alone.&lt;br /&gt;106) I love birds. and dogs. and cats, too.&lt;br /&gt;107) My favorite actors are peirce someone and john cusak and that one kid on counte of monte cristo. and my favorite actresses? hm. kate beckinsale. sp? meg ryan. kiera. sandra bulloch. Julia Roberts. 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Krista.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-2766381534994415527</id><published>2008-08-07T15:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:41:13.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Castles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SJtr5dpG5iI/AAAAAAAAADA/pNfUUZxiXWc/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231894027074725410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SJtr5dpG5iI/AAAAAAAAADA/pNfUUZxiXWc/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2766381534994415527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2766381534994415527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/08/castles.html' title='The Castles.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SJtr5dpG5iI/AAAAAAAAADA/pNfUUZxiXWc/s72-c/DSC00064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-5933116071889765312</id><published>2008-08-06T23:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:14:02.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I.</title><content type='html'>dont really like blogging, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to download some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog just isnt exciting me, sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-5933116071889765312?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/5933116071889765312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=5933116071889765312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/5933116071889765312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/5933116071889765312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/08/i.html' title='I.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-4716334466009159559</id><published>2008-06-14T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:38:58.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the english underground.</title><content type='html'>I eat half the food and take it back.&lt;br /&gt;into the sea of green,&lt;br /&gt;we ride on the track.&lt;br /&gt;under oceans,&lt;br /&gt;the lady is reading.&lt;br /&gt;and she is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;and they are talking.&lt;br /&gt;and he is kind,&lt;br /&gt;to let me borrow.&lt;br /&gt;the church towns pass quickly by.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;so i listen to a song.&lt;br /&gt;and think a little of love.&lt;br /&gt;and think of the tower.&lt;br /&gt;and the clouds there above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-4716334466009159559?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/4716334466009159559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=4716334466009159559&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4716334466009159559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4716334466009159559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/06/english-underground.html' title='the english underground.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-3348663587927328619</id><published>2008-06-14T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:24:27.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Between Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SFSnZLHZZjI/AAAAAAAAACw/AWUpIU8UOf0/s1600-h/viva+la+vida+cover..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211974719696889394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SFSnZLHZZjI/AAAAAAAAACw/AWUpIU8UOf0/s320/viva+la+vida+cover..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how you plan something big?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then its over. and you dont know what to do with yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know what to do with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm back from europe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i have no job. and no school to attend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this week i've just been kinda doing whatever i want, but i feel like i should get a job. should i? I'm moving to Cedar in August, so I wonder if it would really be worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to my cousins wedding tonight. It was weird. Shes only one year older than me! I'm getting so old! Weird. Tomorrow I'll attend the college ward for the first time, and so far I have no one to go with. I went and did baptisms for the dead this week. I think i'm going to become a regular. I also want to volunteer at the hospital to read to little kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else can i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;baptisms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;service at the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;job? where? for a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;scrapbook. clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday is my orientation to sign up for classes at SUU! crazy. I'm signed up for two so far. Education and Personal Finance. Except my math is all screwy because of my low act score, so i might have to to take a math placement test! gaaah. I hope I like it up there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday is also the day that "Viva La Vida" comes out! Coldplays new cd. I've never really been into them. But. I bought that song on Itunes and its SO good! So i cant wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did everyone get their dads for fathers day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got my dad some rechargeable batteries and blank cds cause i always used to used his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy saturday, almost sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope this next week is more productive for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;viva la vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long live life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-3348663587927328619?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/3348663587927328619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=3348663587927328619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3348663587927328619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/3348663587927328619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-between-things.html' title='In Between Things.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SFSnZLHZZjI/AAAAAAAAACw/AWUpIU8UOf0/s72-c/viva+la+vida+cover..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-4429090009294176310</id><published>2008-06-09T01:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T02:01:00.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a snippet of my adventures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SEzi5UL1PYI/AAAAAAAAACo/yPP663nUS3Q/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209788343259577730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SEzi5UL1PYI/AAAAAAAAACo/yPP663nUS3Q/s400/DSC00491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SEzia1ei-YI/AAAAAAAAACg/oeQY-9UPCdI/s1600-h/DSC01091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209787819620497794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SEzia1ei-YI/AAAAAAAAACg/oeQY-9UPCdI/s400/DSC01091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SEziFI5O3gI/AAAAAAAAACY/yctNsBg_MrI/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209787446875577858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SEziFI5O3gI/AAAAAAAAACY/yctNsBg_MrI/s400/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-4429090009294176310?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/4429090009294176310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=4429090009294176310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4429090009294176310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/4429090009294176310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/06/snippet-of-my-adventures.html' title='a snippet of my adventures.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SEzi5UL1PYI/AAAAAAAAACo/yPP663nUS3Q/s72-c/DSC00491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-6665713367791311860</id><published>2008-06-04T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:59:38.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>europe.</title><content type='html'>so i am definately sitting in an internet cafe in switzerland right now. it reeks of smoke and theres drunk guys yelling. dont worry. im not alone. im with steph and hay. i have taken so many pictures. i cant wait to get home and download them! i have loved every second, minute of this trip. weve been to london, paris, now switzerland. and austria tomorrow! i love zou all back home and hope your all doing wonderful. when zou tzpe i love zou, the z and the y are in the opposite places than america. this keyboard is seriously crayz. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not last night, but the night before, i was on top of the eiffel tower! and today we rode the steepest train the the WORLD today up mount pilatus. (the swiss alps) we were also able to shop in lucerne today, and i got mz favorite lunch yet, a tomato basil panini. (kinda like that pizza we make kerrah) so good! and some fizzy apple juice stuff. oh man. the hills are so green and covered in clouds. when we got up there we couldnt even see down because of all the fog. its been pretty rainy in switzerland, it rained one night in paris, but other than that the weather has been PERFECT. and dont worry. im buying lots of souviners, and eating lots of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS.  of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-6665713367791311860?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/6665713367791311860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=6665713367791311860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6665713367791311860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/6665713367791311860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/06/europe.html' title='europe.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-8093024094877798918</id><published>2008-05-13T14:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:23:41.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>minus the color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCn4yCsgOfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/V8w7jTUnXpY/s1600-h/color+b&amp;amp;w+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199960783376628210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCn4yCsgOfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/V8w7jTUnXpY/s400/color+b%26w+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-8093024094877798918?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/8093024094877798918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=8093024094877798918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/8093024094877798918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/8093024094877798918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/05/minus-color.html' title='minus the color?'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCn4yCsgOfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/V8w7jTUnXpY/s72-c/color+b%26w+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-2290673165855495586</id><published>2008-05-13T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:19:23.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>minus the red eye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCn2ZCsgOeI/AAAAAAAAACI/sRMwAPRtxNU/s1600-h/thewayyoulooktonight+minus+red..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199958154856643042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCn2ZCsgOeI/AAAAAAAAACI/sRMwAPRtxNU/s400/thewayyoulooktonight+minus+red..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-2290673165855495586?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/2290673165855495586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=2290673165855495586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2290673165855495586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2290673165855495586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/05/minus-red-eye.html' title='minus the red eye?'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCn2ZCsgOeI/AAAAAAAAACI/sRMwAPRtxNU/s72-c/thewayyoulooktonight+minus+red..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-5735478186630191250</id><published>2008-05-12T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:20:09.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just. The Way. You Look. Tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCi0KysgOdI/AAAAAAAAACA/zGxTkYPRSRY/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199603867299363282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCi0KysgOdI/AAAAAAAAACA/zGxTkYPRSRY/s400/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCiz2SsgOcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jT4gxXQHNEg/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199603515112044994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCiz2SsgOcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jT4gxXQHNEg/s320/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCizaysgOaI/AAAAAAAAABs/lGeiS80Nhf4/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199603042665642402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCizaysgOaI/AAAAAAAAABs/lGeiS80Nhf4/s320/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCiy4CsgOZI/AAAAAAAAABk/C4sNxJZm2tM/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199602445665188242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCiy4CsgOZI/AAAAAAAAABk/C4sNxJZm2tM/s400/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-5735478186630191250?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/5735478186630191250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=5735478186630191250&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/5735478186630191250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/5735478186630191250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-way-you-look-tonight.html' title='Just. The Way. You Look. Tonight.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SCi0KysgOdI/AAAAAAAAACA/zGxTkYPRSRY/s72-c/DSC00203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-2904405285064104</id><published>2008-05-02T00:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:07:01.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBqvfHsOPJI/AAAAAAAAABc/szpz5jMHptE/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195658069300624530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBqvfHsOPJI/AAAAAAAAABc/szpz5jMHptE/s400/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBqvTXsOPII/AAAAAAAAABU/stFNF7FKMfc/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195657867437161602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBqvTXsOPII/AAAAAAAAABU/stFNF7FKMfc/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBqvCHsOPHI/AAAAAAAAABM/SPzohzZe4s8/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195657571084418162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBqvCHsOPHI/AAAAAAAAABM/SPzohzZe4s8/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBquunsOPGI/AAAAAAAAABE/X5LJJG2OPuc/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195657236076969058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBquunsOPGI/AAAAAAAAABE/X5LJJG2OPuc/s320/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Zachary in the Rosie Posies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and him hanging the most dangerous hammocks on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-2904405285064104?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/2904405285064104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=2904405285064104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2904405285064104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/2904405285064104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-day.html' title='The perfect day.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBqvfHsOPJI/AAAAAAAAABc/szpz5jMHptE/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-5455717680647362999</id><published>2008-05-01T21:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:53:15.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this blogging thing.</title><content type='html'>is for old people i decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really would like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooray for being super popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not being a mom yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have pictures to post of my kids, see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-5455717680647362999?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/5455717680647362999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=5455717680647362999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/5455717680647362999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/5455717680647362999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-blogging-thing.html' title='this blogging thing.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-796603879887934150</id><published>2008-05-01T15:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:09:11.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBo9vXsOPFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2OLOGUMntP8/s1600-h/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195533004147932242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBo9vXsOPFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2OLOGUMntP8/s400/IMG_0458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBo72nsOPEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dnHU-qb2bCY/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195530929678728258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBo72nsOPEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dnHU-qb2bCY/s400/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;these people are mean. but sometimes they're not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXEC COUNCIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my family at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6887684957400920082-796603879887934150?l=kristarollerskates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/feeds/796603879887934150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6887684957400920082&amp;postID=796603879887934150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/796603879887934150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6887684957400920082/posts/default/796603879887934150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristarollerskates.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBo9vXsOPFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2OLOGUMntP8/s72-c/IMG_0458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-556332403160842793</id><published>2008-05-01T15:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:43:30.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A good egg, is hard to find.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBo5XnsOPDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KK-Nza0jL4U/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195528198079527986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBo5XnsOPDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KK-Nza0jL4U/s400/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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hard to find.'/><author><name>Krista Smith</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/S4_wHBR-1gI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZO282iWHAWw/S220/yellow+scarf+close+up+by+Tif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBo5XnsOPDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KK-Nza0jL4U/s72-c/DSC01027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887684957400920082.post-7002675559706487128</id><published>2008-04-27T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:07:07.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont get this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBT5AnsOPBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Cpm3ANfnars/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194050059314805778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBT5AnsOPBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Cpm3ANfnars/s320/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBT4r3sOPAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OuppfD1diGs/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194049702832520194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ku6Hx3y8AAU/SBT4r3sOPAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OuppfD1diGs/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid was my friend in second grade. 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