<?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-6382892</id><updated>2011-08-06T06:31:04.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristin, Honestly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>422</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-4306485256711831720</id><published>2010-11-08T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:33:50.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want it come and get it</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not sure I'd say that I'm back.&amp;nbsp; But I will say, it feels good to be home.&amp;nbsp; I have been blogging on and off for around 8 years.&amp;nbsp; That's a lot of my life gone to spouting off random stuff.&amp;nbsp; I find myself here, talking to an old, familiar friend, asking them what's next.&amp;nbsp; I don't mean to sound so philosophical but then I wouldn't be me if I didn't.&amp;nbsp; I waited a week to see if anyone had figured out that I was sorta "back."&amp;nbsp; Leslie found me.&amp;nbsp; I asked my other friend if she knew I had a blog.&amp;nbsp; She said yes.&amp;nbsp; I said well, I posted... Pretty sure the conversation ended after that.&amp;nbsp; Blogging is not what it used to be.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't necessarily inspire what it used to be for me.&amp;nbsp; I have Twitter (sorta) for that.&amp;nbsp; I do know, that words are just words, and over time, may actually mean nothing.&amp;nbsp; I guess it all depends on to whom.&amp;nbsp; And it all depends on if they define you and if you let them define you.&amp;nbsp; I used to feel like my blog defined me.&amp;nbsp; Then I shut it down and realized, I define me.&amp;nbsp; I define what happens and regardless of what I say here, I define me.&amp;nbsp; I don't get to read others deep thoughts without them knowing.&amp;nbsp; But I allow people to do that here (whoever is left out there) because at the end of the day, these are just words, written on just another day, in just another life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 27 and I have pretty much everything.&amp;nbsp; These are just words here on my blog that define me today, not necessarily yesterday or tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Just today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-4306485256711831720?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4306485256711831720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4306485256711831720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#4306485256711831720' title='If you want it come and get it'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-8525361013296839158</id><published>2010-11-01T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:02:16.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, it's been so long, yet it's like I never left</title><content type='html'>No idea what got me writing today but nevertheless I will look back and give you an update on some "random thoughts by the Duck" (almost... ALMOST a year later): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so ready for the holidays this year. This is going to be a good season.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work is still stressful. I can look back and truly be proud of what I accomplished at work over the last year though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still do not sleep well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still hate getting up from sleeping on the couch to go to bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cannot wait to ride in my new black boots with the green fuzziness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need some mountain New Years plans like... NOW.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hate raking leaves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My niece may only like me for this talking cat app on my phone. You gotta do what you gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wishing what it is to be exactly, what it is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a shaky feeling death is coming into my life soon. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to figure out where I'm traveling next year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate liars. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glad I laid on a beach this year for my 27th.&amp;nbsp; It's already been a hell of a few months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;27 feels different.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue to value my health, my family and my friends more than LIFE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love the friendship I have with Holly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate love handles STILL.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My niece is still the cutest thing ever. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to visit Jessie in Sac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why would I give up candy last year? Seems like a dumb decision.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my oldest brother still read all of my tweets. Now my mom does.&amp;nbsp; LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love volleyball.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Douchebags need not apply.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a feeling 2011 is going to kick my ass in a good way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my oldest brother and sister-in-law Krista.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Polish nut roll cookies... not so great turns out. Sure makes a good story though. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to be an aunt for the second time next year. Family is blessing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting to feel guilty if I don't take work home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appreciate when executives agree with me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I feel like life moves on without me. Sometimes I feel like I move on without life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to frame my Paris pictures for my office (that yes, I painted again this year).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still think about an old friend from college.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really want to redesign my blog but I don't have the patience, time or talent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loving new music that moves me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hoping for what it is to be it.&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/6382892-8525361013296839158?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/8525361013296839158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/8525361013296839158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#8525361013296839158' title='Hello, it&apos;s been so long, yet it&apos;s like I never left'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-3634518795370894543</id><published>2010-01-24T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:41:39.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs for cities</title><content type='html'>After spending a few days in California, I realized I like to associate songs with cities I've visited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I was in Orange County. The song for this place is Tik Tok by Ke$sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recap some past trips and their songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russia: Rihanna, Don't stop the music.&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta: Jason Derulo, Whatcha say&lt;br /&gt;Vegas: Miley Cyrus, Party in the U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;Big Cedar: Akon, Sexy bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-3634518795370894543?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3634518795370894543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3634518795370894543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3634518795370894543' title='Songs for cities'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-5959641017438391839</id><published>2010-01-22T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:04:44.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear California</title><content type='html'>So... I tend to push the envelope regarding when I need to be at the airport.&amp;nbsp; I never used to be this way but within the last year, I find myself getting to the airport in just enough time to make my flight.&amp;nbsp; I mean who really wants to spend a ton of time sitting in the airport?&amp;nbsp; I don't.&amp;nbsp; But guess what?&amp;nbsp; Today, I get to the airport and my flight is delayed two hours from it's original departure time.&amp;nbsp; I've now been sitting here for about two hours.&amp;nbsp; It's like torture.&amp;nbsp; I'm lucky that I have access to the Internet so I'm not stuck in the stone ages, God forbid, reading a book.&amp;nbsp; Lol.&amp;nbsp; I kid, I kid.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what my point is other than maybe to tell you, having a flight delayed blows.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; On to other topics.&amp;nbsp; I, like many other fellow bloggers, haven't had a lot to say to the world.&amp;nbsp; I haven't had the "urge" to blog my deepest thoughts.&amp;nbsp; This is probably a good thing.&amp;nbsp; Especially because over the course of December my deepest "thoughts" where a little angry.&amp;nbsp; Just stress.&amp;nbsp; Hard to deal with sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one thing I could discuss is that it is almost February.&amp;nbsp; This means a lot of things.&amp;nbsp; The snow is getting better so snowboarding is going to bet better.&amp;nbsp; I have less than one month to go before I'm in Paris and London with my mom.&amp;nbsp; It means there is&amp;nbsp;11 months left in the year... I&amp;nbsp;could go on.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It means, this is a good start to the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who.&amp;nbsp; Happy&amp;nbsp;birthday bro!&amp;nbsp; Hope it's a great one.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for always being there and being so freaking wonderful.&amp;nbsp; Love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-5959641017438391839?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5959641017438391839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5959641017438391839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#5959641017438391839' title='Dear California'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-6232364078506950691</id><published>2010-01-13T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:00:10.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Quo</title><content type='html'>Beaver Creek, Saturday, January 9, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/S06kODYJY6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/xLGgJ1pTevg/s1600-h/011310+139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/S06kODYJY6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/xLGgJ1pTevg/s400/011310+139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-6232364078506950691?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6232364078506950691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6232364078506950691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#6232364078506950691' title='Status Quo'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/S06kODYJY6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/xLGgJ1pTevg/s72-c/011310+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-1997378931425444750</id><published>2010-01-07T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:24:59.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chanchitos</title><content type='html'>I am a firm believer in fate, in the way things just happen cause they are supposed to.&amp;nbsp; Tonight I exchanged Christmas gifts with a dear friend.&amp;nbsp; She got me a "Chanchito."&amp;nbsp; It was an extremely thoughtful gift and the amazing part?&amp;nbsp; I saw this in a store in Breck last weekend and I almost bought it for myself.&amp;nbsp; But when I read the little blurb about the little pig, I thought I shouldn't buy that for myself, it's selfish.&amp;nbsp; I just feel like I need a little good luck in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond moved for this gift.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Les.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/S0ayq4aDL0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/mNChewRDaBg/s1600-h/littlepigchanchito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/S0ayq4aDL0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/mNChewRDaBg/s200/littlepigchanchito.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://www.zanzibartribalart.com/chanchitos.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chanchitos: "It is believed, in Pomaire, Chile, that chanchitos (little pigs) bring good luck.&amp;nbsp; Three legged pigs are considered especially fortunate and are traditionally given to friends as tokens of goodwill and love."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-1997378931425444750?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1997378931425444750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1997378931425444750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#1997378931425444750' title='Chanchitos'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/S0ayq4aDL0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/mNChewRDaBg/s72-c/littlepigchanchito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-6136738202424280642</id><published>2010-01-06T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:54:07.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I miss thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/S0V27U19M8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/5G4-ShIxH_A/s1600-h/powder_1+4+10.ashx" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/S0V27U19M8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/5G4-ShIxH_A/s400/powder_1+4+10.ashx" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.breckenridge.com/mountain/photo-gallery.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-6136738202424280642?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6136738202424280642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6136738202424280642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#6136738202424280642' title='How do I miss thee'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/S0V27U19M8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/5G4-ShIxH_A/s72-c/powder_1+4+10.ashx' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-9029382470378284024</id><published>2009-12-23T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:49:42.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ass kicking is getting old</title><content type='html'>Random thoughts by the Duck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating is becoming a chore which is stupid cause I love to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have almost working 40 hours in 3 days.&amp;nbsp; That does not count all the time I think about work at home and wake up in the middle of the night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not feel in the Christmas spirit this year.&amp;nbsp; It has to do with a lot of things. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love falling asleep on the couch but waking up and getting ready for bed blows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my Christmas decorations but I feel like I'm never around to enjoy them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate being jacked around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate getting up early to drive to work in the snow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I love the snow.&amp;nbsp; Please snow in the mountains so I can board with glee in the powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm really looking forward to New Years in Breckenridge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Jeep's front end needs aligned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My feet are cold even though my house is warm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Chelsea Lately.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to watching her before I go to bed so I can have a few laughs and not stress about work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really wanted to see Loni Love at the Denver Improv but I didn't have anyone to go with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother loves the Ultimate Pancake House but I am not sold.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My niece is possibly the cutest thing ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julia is going to be a rock star.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to look back at my horoscope for the month and hope things my turn around at some point for me.&amp;nbsp; Maybe my horoscope will say that and then I can believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I almost missed getting tickets to U2 makes me INSANE.&amp;nbsp; Especially when all my other friends were gushing about their tickets.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Jay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish a friend from college and I could reconcile.&amp;nbsp; It will bother me for the rest of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't wait to go to Paris and London next year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I ever get married, I want to get married in Barcelona.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I could stop bothering with a certain person.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really loved visiting the Big Cedar Lodge (pictures below).&amp;nbsp; One of those places you hope people don't learn about so it stays the way it is.&amp;nbsp; Like Capri, Italy.&amp;nbsp; That place was like the end of the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really value the people I work with everyday.&amp;nbsp; I'd never survive if they weren't there.&amp;nbsp; So when Andrew, Paula, Claire and Robin are all gone, things are HARD, like right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate not being able to work out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate love handles.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to visit my friend in Chicago next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't had candy since Halloween.&amp;nbsp; The last three days have been a nightmare without it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love that my oldest brother reads all of my tweets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm loving indoor volleyball at Inverness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They say it's a new year but 2010 is just a number.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that a million people will now be crowding the gym with their ridiculous resolutions.&amp;nbsp; It's not going to last, leave the gym and go somewhere else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to go to a beach next year and lay on it with a drink for a WHILE.&amp;nbsp; ANY TAKERS...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the song Replay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister-in-law Krista really cheered me up on Sunday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I didn't have to go to work on my day off tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope I get to go to NY for the PBR.&amp;nbsp; I love NYC and watching bull riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking forward to midnight mass tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for my family and friends during this crazy, rough time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mad that it's almost 9!!!&amp;nbsp; Damn.&amp;nbsp; Work in like 10 hours.&amp;nbsp; F!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dang, need to think about my strategy for repainting my office!!!&lt;br /&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/6382892-9029382470378284024?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/9029382470378284024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/9029382470378284024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#9029382470378284024' title='The ass kicking is getting old'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-4995324505037260342</id><published>2009-12-20T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:43:40.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Cedar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-4995324505037260342?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4995324505037260342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4995324505037260342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4995324505037260342' title='Big Cedar'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/Sy7fLPpO_pI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/V4NWL607a3Q/s72-c/121709+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-8442385700671610855</id><published>2009-12-18T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:30:47.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High point, Low point</title><content type='html'>High point: Old veteran guy at the airport said "I knew I'd see nice girls here" after looking at me and Carly.&lt;br /&gt;Low point: Screwed up at work again.&lt;br /&gt;High point: Swag.&lt;br /&gt;Low point: The Retailer.&lt;br /&gt;High point: Having a moment to not stress and enjoy a hockey game.&lt;br /&gt;Low point: Last straw at my efforts to convince.&lt;br /&gt;High point: Hyatt at the Arch&lt;br /&gt;Low point: Being late.&lt;br /&gt;High point: Almost vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Low point: Everything still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-8442385700671610855?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/8442385700671610855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/8442385700671610855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8442385700671610855' title='High point, Low point'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2326110490267626548</id><published>2009-12-17T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:15:18.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>Beware reader: this is going to be a really upset and ridiculous post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN I JUST SAY WTF?&amp;nbsp; Like what is with you making my life a living hell in every possible way.&amp;nbsp; The only person NOW I haven't pissed off is my mom.&amp;nbsp; Give it time, I know, sure thing.&amp;nbsp; I see her in a few days so I'm sure something is bound to fly out of my mouth.&amp;nbsp; And is there any hope for recourse on anything?&amp;nbsp; Now, now, things are just sour.&amp;nbsp; Friend gets fired, a nightmare of mistakes and stress everyday, screw up with my BFF, obviously realize my efforts with someone else are WASTED, no one has the faith in my anyways, guilt trip, kicked in face, crappy appetite, no sleep... NO FREAKING BREAK.&amp;nbsp; You know what I get so damn sick of?&amp;nbsp; Everyone else that has it good.&amp;nbsp; You don't realize how good you have it, think about it.&amp;nbsp; Where as, I work all of the time, it seems like I do nothing else.&amp;nbsp; And the fun, I attempt to have?&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I get disregarded.&amp;nbsp; I don't have anything in me left for anything.&amp;nbsp; I try, I attempt to charm, I attempt at anything and I fail miserably.&amp;nbsp; ANY WAY.&amp;nbsp; For those of you actually wasting your time reading my continuous garbage, I apologize, you really have not learned anything about me and actually may pity me.&amp;nbsp; Do me a favor, if you talk to me, try to give me a break, I'm doing all I can to do the right thing and say the right thing but really I'm about to lose it.&amp;nbsp; I'm about to lose all the things that are keeping me together and at this f ing point, I don't know what those things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF WORLD!&amp;nbsp; Give me a break!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DONE,&lt;br /&gt;Kristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2326110490267626548?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2326110490267626548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2326110490267626548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2326110490267626548' title='WTF'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-7144628241600214616</id><published>2009-12-10T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:43:04.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are a big fat liar</title><content type='html'>Dear December Leo Horoscope,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-7144628241600214616?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7144628241600214616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7144628241600214616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7144628241600214616' title='You are a big fat liar'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-7592631802974516</id><published>2009-12-09T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:36:07.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My feet are cold and it is after 2 am.</title><content type='html'>So I will start with this may be a bad idea.&amp;nbsp; I should not be updating at this time in the night on the off chance I may say something really stupid.&amp;nbsp; But here it goes...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I've been able to be successful at above all, I have now put in jeopardy.&amp;nbsp; I thought I could do what I should and now I'm not sure that is the case.&amp;nbsp; I have caused those that believe in me to question me and assume the worst.&amp;nbsp; I guess I should play the cards I have been dealt (or dealt myself).&amp;nbsp; I guess I should own up to the decisions I have made because when you hit my age there is no longer an excuse.&amp;nbsp; If I were to have an excuse, my excuse&amp;nbsp;would be&amp;nbsp;that I should be able to do anything.&amp;nbsp; My excuse is that if I believe in myself, it doesn't matter what my barriers are, I can do it.&amp;nbsp; But, maybe I can't.&amp;nbsp; Maybe, my hope will never come true.&amp;nbsp; But then possibly, a week from now I won't lose sleep on the things that have occured.&amp;nbsp; Maybe a week from now, I'll look forward to my vacation and wonder how that new color for my home office will look.&amp;nbsp; On a side note, for the record, I'm only painting my office cause I had some ridiculous dream about it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me get to the purpose of why I'm here.&amp;nbsp; I need your help.&amp;nbsp; I need you to pray to whoever you think makes a difference in your life and ask them to help me.&amp;nbsp; I need help to get through this time.&amp;nbsp; I need help to get through this time when I have overestimated the person, the woman, I thought I was and/or am.&amp;nbsp; I need some higher being, or God, or whatever you believe in, to help me through this tough time.&amp;nbsp; I thought it was hard to live with a broken heart.&amp;nbsp; I would rather live with a broken heart then what I may have broke at this point.&amp;nbsp; Love will come back to me when it's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for making the selfish decision I did.&amp;nbsp; Forgive me for being childish.&amp;nbsp; Forgive me for thinking about right now in hopes for tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; In hope, for me.&amp;nbsp; Forgive me for being so ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; But that look doesn't lie, even if all it is, is for a second.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't lie and I will welcome that stomach jump feel for I haven't that in so long.&amp;nbsp; Look at me and make me smile.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't take much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-7592631802974516?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7592631802974516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7592631802974516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7592631802974516' title='My feet are cold and it is after 2 am.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2939753351237368468</id><published>2009-12-02T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:57:18.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How fast can a Porshe go?</title><content type='html'>Christmas will be here in no time.&amp;nbsp; I kind of feel like it's going to be here before I can really fully prepare.&amp;nbsp; Now, prepare might not be the right word.&amp;nbsp; I just can't believe tomorrow is December 3rd.&amp;nbsp; Haven't finished my Christmas decorating.&amp;nbsp; I still have a good portion of Christmas shopping.&amp;nbsp; Ughhhhh...&amp;nbsp; That reminds me Jill's birthday is coming up and so is my sister-in-law's!&amp;nbsp; But back to the fact it's freaking Dec 3???&amp;nbsp; I don't know, the past month or so, I feel like just flew by for the better or worse of it.&amp;nbsp; All the sudden it's Thursday this week and then it will be the weekend.&amp;nbsp; Then I'll be out of town then I have a Christmas party... blah blah blah.&amp;nbsp; Like where is the time going.&amp;nbsp; I know I always say that but really, right now, I feel like I'm in the back seat of a Porsche going 120 miles an hour watching my life go buh bye.&amp;nbsp; Maybe more like 180 miles per hour.&amp;nbsp; Is that possible in a Porsche?&amp;nbsp; My cube mate would kill me for not knowing that.&amp;nbsp; But really, do you ever feel like you are just sitting back and watching your life fly by?&amp;nbsp; I know, I know, I sound like my parents or something.&amp;nbsp; I look back on the past month and it kind of series of replays like a movie in fast forward.&amp;nbsp; Oh it was November and I went to Vegas... then I got my hair done, um... then I went to Atlanta and then it was Thanksgiving and now it's freaking December.&amp;nbsp; All I take from November is working then some plane rides and then some food.&amp;nbsp; Lol.&amp;nbsp; That may sound sad but that is my life!&amp;nbsp; I would like it if I got a second to breathe but I don't think that is coming anytime soon.&amp;nbsp; New responsibility at work as me tapped beyond belief.&amp;nbsp; Scary but love it.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I'm sick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who.&amp;nbsp; I need to get in the driver seat of this Porsche and tear some shit up!&amp;nbsp; Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2939753351237368468?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2939753351237368468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2939753351237368468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2939753351237368468' title='How fast can a Porshe go?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-9044163658106524638</id><published>2009-11-27T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:24:51.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>So I try to keep the corny blog posts to a minimum but with Thanksgiving here, I can't help but tell you about the many things I am thankful for.&amp;nbsp; Here it goes... in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family: How lucky am I to have the cutest niece EVER.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My BFF: Where would the Duck be without the Goat.&amp;nbsp; Can't wait for Lemon Drop.&amp;nbsp; The goat is pregers everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends: I'm lucky to have such great people that actually like me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My job: Not only am I lucky to have a job in this economy but a job I really like.&amp;nbsp; I should thank the PBR and Josh while I'm at it cause they sure make life interesting.&amp;nbsp; Who knew Bull Riding could be so entertaining.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new boss: Thanks for caring and trusting me with more responsibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My car: My good strong Jeep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new friend Robin:&amp;nbsp; She makes work bearable and keeps me motivated to go to the gym with her.&amp;nbsp; You know you've found a good friend when she'll get mad at you for not getting coffee at the coffee pot with her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom:&amp;nbsp; Not only does she put up with me but she is going to Paris and London with me tooooo!!!!!!!!! 2010 here we come!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends far away that I love dearly... Jessie and Jill, just to name a few.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My house!&amp;nbsp; I love my house, it rocks the block of C Rock.&amp;nbsp; YES, I said that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ummmm... my snowboard?&amp;nbsp; Is that wrong?&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; And, Steve, I'm thankful for you too.&amp;nbsp; You're a good friend and my snow biotch!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My work husband, Andrew.&amp;nbsp; Work would be really difficult if I didn't have him to talk to or complain to allll day!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oooo my volleyball team... While we have our ups and downs, I love playing with you all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My health: I'm healthy and that is a blessing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new pre-lit Christmas tree.&amp;nbsp; Um, what a time saver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's a few I can think of right now.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure there are some big things I'm missing but whatever.&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful for many other things and people.&amp;nbsp; This Thanksgiving brings me cheer and reminds me how lucky I am.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have yourself a merry little Christmas...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-9044163658106524638?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/9044163658106524638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/9044163658106524638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#9044163658106524638' title='Give Thanks'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-6211789154212977465</id><published>2009-11-23T20:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:11:45.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reveal yourself</title><content type='html'>Who is reading my blog from the Springs!???&amp;nbsp; Colorado Springs, yes, I can see you reading my blog a lot.&amp;nbsp; Reveal yourself or stop stalking my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-6211789154212977465?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6211789154212977465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6211789154212977465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#6211789154212977465' title='Reveal yourself'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-7536688128685986937</id><published>2009-11-22T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T08:24:49.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure why it took me so long to realize</title><content type='html'>Just about to leave Atlanta after an interesting weekend. I hate the airport. Actually I don't hate DIA cause it is not loud. It is freaking loud at the ATL airport. Maybe my slight hangover has something to do with it. Everyone is soooo looooud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was good, PBR events, shopping, drinking, etc. I am being to realize that I will never be cool to hang out with because of the brand I carry. I guess that is how it goes. Also what I thought I knew I didn't. I guess my radar or intuition is playing games with my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to board. Run to that gate people!! Run!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-7536688128685986937?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7536688128685986937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7536688128685986937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7536688128685986937' title='Not sure why it took me so long to realize'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-3304935021020923024</id><published>2009-11-21T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:48:03.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up Atlanta</title><content type='html'>I flew to Atlanta yesterday for work. I rented my awesome Toyota Corrola and got on the road. This will be my fourth time here. I have to say, this city is definitely growing on me. One, I love the music. Two, it never looks dead here. Three, the southern charm is what it should be. Who doesn't mind being called sweetie and dear. I don't know. Maybe it is the people and the memories I have made. I can thank Holly for that. She keeps telling me to move here. I like it here, minus the humidity, but I would miss being home too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night that I was just seeing my brother, sister-in-law and niece over the holidays. They were talking about how they lived in Tampa. Tampa!? I told them they didn't live there and everyone thought I was crazy. They apparently had been living there for a year. I was so upset. Then I woke up at 5am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story or dream is that I don't want to move. Too much of my world is Colorado. Besides I can't go boarding in Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying my short trip but also will love to go home.  Giddy up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-3304935021020923024?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3304935021020923024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3304935021020923024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3304935021020923024' title='Wake me up Atlanta'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-6781561897535633298</id><published>2009-11-18T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:34:17.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday it will be right</title><content type='html'>So I'm coming to terms with the fact that maybe, just maybe, what I want to go my way, may never.&amp;nbsp; And I'm not just talking about one thing (as some of you that have no faith in me thought of immediately).&amp;nbsp; I'm referring to a lot of different things.&amp;nbsp; In work or in relationships or in anything we put ourselves into, there are no guarantees you are going to get anything.&amp;nbsp; I mean, obviously, there are no guarantees in life.&amp;nbsp; It's frustrating.&amp;nbsp; I mean with work you have to try, you have to, it's your job.&amp;nbsp; In relationships, you decided whatever you want to do at the time.&amp;nbsp; Not usually is it ever a thought out decision which is probably why it's so easy to fight with those we love.&amp;nbsp; You make your decisions on emotion and possibly what you think you are getting out of it.&amp;nbsp; Let's just say I experienced this ten fold today.&amp;nbsp; Just hoping for Hail Mary.&amp;nbsp; Wondering when somethings got to give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-6781561897535633298?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6781561897535633298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6781561897535633298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#6781561897535633298' title='Someday it will be right'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-1177015356063741894</id><published>2009-11-17T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:43:13.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are some roller coaster</title><content type='html'>What a day.&amp;nbsp; I kinda feel like I road the Twister at Elitches then got on the Tower of Doom then maybe the Tilt-A-Whirl then the Ferris Wheel then the good old stomach wrenching Avalanche.&amp;nbsp; Okay, for those of you that have never been to Elitches in Denver you will have no idea what I'm referring to.&amp;nbsp; To sum it up, my day sucked, was good, sucked some more, was good and then really blew.&amp;nbsp; I know, I know, I have a way with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like one minute things are going fine and then someone sucks the life out of me.&amp;nbsp; I proceeded to eat lunch at my desk (maybe less human contact, the better?) &amp;nbsp; The rest of the afternoon had more ups than downs.&amp;nbsp; But then I was almost late for volleyball, all to suck, then get stuck in traffic on the way home.&amp;nbsp; People are morons.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could be like Andrew and let my road rage go.&amp;nbsp; BUT what fun is that.&amp;nbsp; I can end the day happy though with my accomplishments and the accomplishments of my employees.&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful for such a great team.&amp;nbsp; I'm also thankful that my new buddy didn't hate me today as much as usual (or at least he put on a good facade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the stupid Twitter thing should be fixed for those of you that actually read this garbage.&amp;nbsp; I've made my tweets open.&amp;nbsp; Now I just have to regulate the weird ass random followers.&amp;nbsp; Like who are these stupid people?&amp;nbsp; If I don't know you, you are getting BLOCKED.&amp;nbsp; BOOYAH! &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-1177015356063741894?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1177015356063741894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1177015356063741894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1177015356063741894' title='You are some roller coaster'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2939719592581036595</id><published>2009-11-15T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:44:25.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to report my friend Jessie (also known dear to my heart as "hooker") has meant a nice Scottish gentleman.&amp;nbsp; She already has travel plans with the boy and has also found him to be different then all others.&amp;nbsp; I hope you have fun in Portland Jess&amp;nbsp; Seems like the ones that are different are the ones that are worth it.&amp;nbsp; At least that's what I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was headed out of Castle Rock yesterday when I took this picture.&amp;nbsp; Looked kinda ominous.&amp;nbsp; Maybe a sign at the week ahead.&amp;nbsp; Check out the fog/snow in the trees.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(And I don't need you judging me about driving and taking pictures, thanks).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SwDJYhHTDNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/vdV6fWBROwo/s1600/111509+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SwDJYhHTDNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/vdV6fWBROwo/s320/111509+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with my bestie this evening about signs and things happening for a reason.&amp;nbsp; I've always been a firm believer in signs so I wonder what this week will hold.&amp;nbsp; She also believes things happen for a reason.&amp;nbsp; I don't think she's as nuts as me about it but it's nice to know I'm not crazy by myself.&amp;nbsp; I gotta think that I may have spoke to soon about things recently.&amp;nbsp; Hard not to speak about things you are excited about but when does it become a curse!?&amp;nbsp; Oh well, we shall see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week ahead... 4 days in the office should bring light to this week.&amp;nbsp; Have a good one blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2939719592581036595?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2939719592581036595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2939719592581036595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#2939719592581036595' title='I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SwDJYhHTDNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/vdV6fWBROwo/s72-c/111509+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-52075417057908200</id><published>2009-11-13T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:07:04.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blonde, a year wiser and finally learning</title><content type='html'>I've spent a good deal of time trying to figure out what my first post back into the blogging world would be.&amp;nbsp; I thought maybe I'd talk about the past year.&amp;nbsp; Maybe speak candidly about some things that have been happening.&amp;nbsp; Maybe about what I've learned or who I've met.&amp;nbsp; But I'm not sure I can define what my first post should be.&amp;nbsp; I make no apologizes, I can't help but make a big deal of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start with reintroducing myself.&amp;nbsp; My name is Kristin and the thought of describing myself makes me feel like I'm filling out a dating profile.&amp;nbsp; So I'm not going to do that.&amp;nbsp; I live in the beautiful state of Colorado and I absolutely love it.&amp;nbsp; I used to blog as a way to express myself and really tell the world what I was thinking (for better or for worse).&amp;nbsp; I used to use my blog as a way to tell my friends what I thought of them or pour my heart out.&amp;nbsp; I liked to think my blog was a strategic diary.&amp;nbsp; I thought I could say whatever I wanted.&amp;nbsp; That's wasn't always the case.&amp;nbsp; Now I can't make any promises this time around will be any better than the last 5 years.&amp;nbsp; People don't change easily.&amp;nbsp; Ha and I'm not sure I want to change.&amp;nbsp; I can't even promise I'll stay here.&amp;nbsp; My blog has so many emotional ties to it, I keep thinking I just need to sever ties and move on.&amp;nbsp; But when I have good memories, how could I deny my past?&amp;nbsp; So I'm here to give you what I've got with no expectations or lies.&amp;nbsp; At the end of the day, I can't help but be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a snapshot of the last yearish.&amp;nbsp; Not everything of course but lots of great moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/Sv41WT0x20I/AAAAAAAAAUY/VF7IVctw0kc/s1600-h/111309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/Sv41WT0x20I/AAAAAAAAAUY/VF7IVctw0kc/s640/111309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goat: skiing; Duck snowboarding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the Killers concert with Paula.&amp;nbsp; These were the best seats I've ever had at Red Rocks thanks to Paula's hookup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leslie and I hanging out before she walked down the aisle to marry her best friend Jason.&amp;nbsp; I was her Maid of Honor and it was truly great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ridiculously adorable niece, Mila (Tim and Marina's baby). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maryum and I hiking up to repel and zip line in Belize.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damanda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maryum, Me, Dan and Amanda with Agnelo, our awesome waiter, on our caribbean cruise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrew and I at his wedding to Celeste.&amp;nbsp; So beautiful and such a special thing to see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Krista and Jason with me at my MBA graduation.&amp;nbsp; I cannot believe I'm done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marina and Tim right before she graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Goat and the Duck Vegas style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and Mya in the car on our way to the Sand Dunes when Yula was in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rob, Amanda and I at the CSU game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother, the proud new father of Mila Elise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mila only a few hours old. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holly and I taking a break from boarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tim and I at the Killers concert at Magness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At No Doubt with Jena, Maryum and Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Racing for the Cure with Marina. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Robin and I drinking at a birthday party for Dennis.&amp;nbsp; Really happy that Robin and I have become good friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Goat and the Duck at Kelly's Bachelorette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holly and I in ATL for the 4th.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Holly.&amp;nbsp; I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On our way to Vegas, Dan and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leslie and Jason at their wedding at Lookout Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve and I having some dinner at Andrew and Celeste's Wedding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tim and Shannon at my 26th birthday bash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maryum, Kelly, Me, Amanda and Jena at Kelly's Bachelorette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snowboarding with Krista, Jay and Mike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrew and I in Vegas for work.&amp;nbsp; We were at the Hard Rock at the PBR VIP pre-party.&amp;nbsp; Not the beer, the Professional Bull Riders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Erica and I on my 26th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kristen, Dan and I at Vish's annual Christmas party.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maryum, Amanda and Jena celebrating Amanda's 26th birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dan, Chelsea, Amanda, Me and Steve tailgating before the CSU game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hiking Devil's Head, Marina with Mila.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and Les at Les's Bachelorette party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minette and I at the Jason Mraz concert.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's all I have for you now.&amp;nbsp; Not sure how often I'll post but I'm back, living large and in charge baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-52075417057908200?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/52075417057908200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/52075417057908200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#52075417057908200' title='Back to blonde, a year wiser and finally learning'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/Sv41WT0x20I/AAAAAAAAAUY/VF7IVctw0kc/s72-c/111309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-8477557128033003392</id><published>2008-10-12T19:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:02:29.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You better start living right now</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Leslie and Jason on their recent engagement!!!  You can find Leslie at &lt;a href="http://printedpress.blogspot.com"&gt;Printed Press.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Days go by I can feel 'em flying like a hand out the window in the wind as the cars go by, it's all we've been given so you better start livin' right now 'Cause days go by..." -Keith Urban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-8477557128033003392?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/8477557128033003392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/8477557128033003392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#8477557128033003392' title='You better start living right now'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-4281858589497929297</id><published>2008-10-11T17:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:08:04.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With every breath I take, I will give thanks to God above.</title><content type='html'>Due to the fact I have nothing to say (or really want to share at this time :)) here are some pictures from August-October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE80e95cPI/AAAAAAAAARg/f0mGGuZSa40/s1600-h/101108+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE80e95cPI/AAAAAAAAARg/f0mGGuZSa40/s320/101108+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256049112481624306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Housewarming PARTY! Yeah, it rains like two days in the entire year, my housewarming party and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE80p5oMdI/AAAAAAAAARo/FvcLoZV3HSw/s1600-h/101108+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE80p5oMdI/AAAAAAAAARo/FvcLoZV3HSw/s320/101108+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256049115416506834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camping!! Chelsea and I rocked that fire.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE7UDQFw1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/iMaqHXrO75c/s1600-h/101108+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE7UDQFw1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/iMaqHXrO75c/s320/101108+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256047455774294866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, the car was not moving :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE7jlSJVvI/AAAAAAAAARY/Su7-AgdV5Mk/s1600-h/101108+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE7jlSJVvI/AAAAAAAAARY/Su7-AgdV5Mk/s320/101108+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256047722607761138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what if we didn't win, we had a great time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE81E1gIiI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZyJn2MEA6YA/s1600-h/101108+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE81E1gIiI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZyJn2MEA6YA/s320/101108+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256049122646958626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, apparently you can play beer pong at any age and well, with any size table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE81rhQqtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Cqfgprt5vXs/s1600-h/101108+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE81rhQqtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Cqfgprt5vXs/s320/101108+191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256049133031041746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE815cbfoI/AAAAAAAAASA/tFu64tPY4_g/s1600-h/101108+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE815cbfoI/AAAAAAAAASA/tFu64tPY4_g/s320/101108+204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256049136768876162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atlanta!  Holly and I.  Thanks again Holly, I had a great time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE954YXyvI/AAAAAAAAASI/X8ritJSWEtY/s1600-h/101108+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE954YXyvI/AAAAAAAAASI/X8ritJSWEtY/s320/101108+236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256050304714525426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jena and Dustin's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE95-nK-FI/AAAAAAAAASQ/zRRcMRYoe8s/s1600-h/101108+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE95-nK-FI/AAAAAAAAASQ/zRRcMRYoe8s/s320/101108+251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256050306387212370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jena.  Doesn't she look exquisite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE96Vqx8rI/AAAAAAAAASY/A3V8EW5UPLI/s1600-h/101108+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE96Vqx8rI/AAAAAAAAASY/A3V8EW5UPLI/s320/101108+272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256050312576365234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marina and Maryum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE96ktQsTI/AAAAAAAAASg/yn94u8Hw4RM/s1600-h/101108+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE96ktQsTI/AAAAAAAAASg/yn94u8Hw4RM/s320/101108+277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256050316613300530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SO adorable: Cal and Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE_q90nbuI/AAAAAAAAATA/gWXOcOSMP-I/s1600-h/101108+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE_q90nbuI/AAAAAAAAATA/gWXOcOSMP-I/s320/101108+280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256052247500386018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Groom/Dustin and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE-kkXAGRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/U9mBUlo2ONY/s1600-h/101108+294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE-kkXAGRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/U9mBUlo2ONY/s320/101108+294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256051038074444050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jena and Cal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE-kEBacoI/AAAAAAAAASw/jg2MvTdc8dE/s1600-h/101108+298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE-kEBacoI/AAAAAAAAASw/jg2MvTdc8dE/s320/101108+298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256051029393961602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maryum, Amanda and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So that's all folks (well of course for right now).  I need to go get ready now for pre-party time, Dinner at Rodizo then debauchery at Monark!  Congrats Maryum and Happy Birthday Marina!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I have also been contemplating going on hiatus from said blog or at least truly archiving the past.  Discuss among yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-4281858589497929297?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4281858589497929297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4281858589497929297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#4281858589497929297' title='With every breath I take, I will give thanks to God above.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SPE80e95cPI/AAAAAAAAARg/f0mGGuZSa40/s72-c/101108+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-3715460313304726734</id><published>2008-09-30T19:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:39:23.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"That was awkward," she said as she was leaving Tongue and Groove.</title><content type='html'>Tongue and Groove, nough said!  Just kidding.  But seriously, when did I get into this party mode?  It's all too much and I've definitely wasted a few Sundays lately recovering.  Maybe because I was never this way before?  I mean one semester our Senior year doesn't count, does it BFF?  Lol.  Beware, you have another random post coming!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;You know, for the most part ex's usually ruin songs for people.  There is a song that, well of course, reminds me of one my ex's from years and years ago.  It's not like it was our song per say but it came on all the time when we were together and of course he used to play it on his guitar and sing to it.  Yeah, I know, it was as ridiculous as it sounded.  That should have been a red flag huh?  Lol.  Thankfully, he didn't ruin the song for me.  I mean I absolutely think of him and wonder what the hell I was doing.  But positively it reminds me that this song will have different meaning someday when I'm married off with some great kids.  It's still a good song and it gives me hope.  BUT when I hear a song from my first boyfriend, yeah, that song will never have a different meaning.  He's married with a kid now!  Ha!  &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I love the new Genius thing on iTunes.  I love that my little Genius button is kinda like a little Christmas present you get to open on Christmas Eve.  It's the gift that keeps on giving!  Yes, I would have never thought to pair these songs together but Genius Sidebar, I'm glad you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI this is post #401.  It's a sick blog world we live in.  Apparently I have had a lot to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-3715460313304726734?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3715460313304726734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3715460313304726734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#3715460313304726734' title='&quot;That was awkward,&quot; she said as she was leaving Tongue and Groove.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-9003659000929422780</id><published>2008-09-25T18:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:25:44.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH that just happened</title><content type='html'>Lol.  I managed to leave some school stuff on the plane yesterday.  How stupid am I.  Well, I have gotten past it but my professor made sure to remind me that I will not be receiving partcipation points for missing class.  Yes, partcipation points.  Especially partcipation points I so desperately need.  Did I mention I hated my life?&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;Gave a solid presentation today for work, that was comforting.  I feel like I'm in such a big city.  Atlanta has a lot of culture; you can feel it in the buildings, in the people.  The rest of the night should be interesting.  Stay tuned. &lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;Is it time to go boarding yet?  I can't wait to get out there this year.  Oh and did I forget to mention I can't wait to finish my class at the end of October?  Any who, enough rambling.  Peace Bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-9003659000929422780?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/9003659000929422780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/9003659000929422780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#9003659000929422780' title='YEAH that just happened'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-1189321160566644948</id><published>2008-09-24T21:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:26:14.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh those city lights</title><content type='html'>So I'm in Atlanta with a couple moments to myself.  I figured I should try to update since it's been over a month.  Not a lot has been going on with me.  I'm in hell with one of my classes.  It's terrible and I'm terrified I'm not going to pass, YES, it's that bad.  So say a little prayer for me!  Any ways.  What else has been going on.  I've caught up with an old friend.  A good friend got promoted (CONGRATS LES!).  Went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wahoo&lt;/span&gt; Jena!).  Met some cute boys. Played a bunch of volleyball.  And really spent a bunch of time doing a bunch of crap I didn't want to do.  Things coming up... well I'm in Atlanta right now, next weekend is Jena's wedding, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maryum's&lt;/span&gt; party night, then concert with Minette then maybe a girls night at my house (Oct 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, think about it girls) then Halloween.  That's October!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.   Yeah I'm sorry my blog sucks right now and the things I really want to talk about I think I've exhausted enough for quite sometime.  I know my friends have no desire to discuss.  Maybe its better not to discuss.  Ha!  Anyways, my life revolves around school right now.  My professor is a grading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nazi&lt;/span&gt;.  Please keep me in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-1189321160566644948?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1189321160566644948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1189321160566644948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#1189321160566644948' title='Oh those city lights'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2629687646053765658</id><published>2008-09-15T18:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:58:23.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like I'm going insane</title><content type='html'>Ok Amanda Pants, I'm trying to update but I should be doing my million hours of homework.  I'm almost done right?  Next year my birthday post will discuss that I completed my MBA!  Sigh.  Back to homework.  Maybe I'll update tomorrow after I'm finished with my homework.  Maybe as a reward?  HUFF!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2629687646053765658?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2629687646053765658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2629687646053765658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2629687646053765658' title='Feels like I&apos;m going insane'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2745586206757228129</id><published>2008-08-24T16:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:28:49.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to thank you for the love that you give me...</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's about a week over due but here it is.  As another year goes by, I have to reflect on my life.  I have to reflect on what's happened, what I did, and what I learned.  Now keep in mind, I'd like to reflect on what has meant the most to me, positive or negative it may be.  So in no particular order, the 24th year of my life (and of course not comprehensive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traveled more out of the country then ever in my life: Italy, Russia and Mexico (and Puerto Rico if you want to count that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Married off both of my brothers to WONDERFUL women.  I couldn't be more thankful.  TWO NEW SISTERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Married off my best friend to one of my good friends.  It was first time I was a maid of honor and let me tell you, I couldn't have been more lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three of my friends had children, one of them had twins!  I'm so happy for you all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched my dad preform in his new band.  What a rock star even at 57!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a coming to Jesus with friend that truly shocked me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got promoted to Marketing Manager at my job.  Had (and have) the opportunity to have some report to me and make a team!  Dennis rocks the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished over half of my MBA in Marketing.  HELL YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parker volleyball league champs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took two steps back with ANOTHER friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got two new sisters (Penny and Molly, my parents cute English Cocker Spaniel Puppies) and became an auntie to Maya (Tim and Marina's baby Westie!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw the Killers and Rascal Flatts (my two fav bands) for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Told two friends my honest real feelings and it backfired.  At least one of them is still talking to me.  Maybe being too honest is not the way to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found two new favorite singers: Keith Urban and Kate Voegele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Painted the outside of one house and the inside of two others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited Vegas for the third time in my life for Amanda's bachelorette party and it was SWEET!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went down a Black run on my snowboard.  Thank God for my calves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a concussion (not related to the Black run).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Portland, Spokane, Chicago, Cleveland, Minneapolis, Nashville, Miami, and Puerto Rico for work!  Favorite?  Of course Puerto Rico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thought my mother was severely hurt.  Thank GOD she is okay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paid off my Jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up and could see without my glasses.  Thank you CRT lenses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Threw two bridal showers (one for Marina and one for Amanda) and a housewarming party (MINE!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrated the new year in F ING RUSSIA!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moved technically two times but really three: From my amazing apartment &gt; in with my amazing friend Leslie &gt; in with my amazing parents &gt; into my amazing house!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought my first house and it's so f ing AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Like I said, not inclusive but it's what I could think of at this moment.  Thanks everyone for making it ONE HELL OF A YEAR!  Cheers to another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the sun that you put in my sky... -Keith Urban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2745586206757228129?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2745586206757228129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2745586206757228129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2745586206757228129' title='I want to thank you for the love that you give me...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-4422522801697278914</id><published>2008-08-20T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:48:22.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL YA!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/beachvolleyball/news/newsid=241310.html#reign+repeat+gold+misty+kerri"&gt;Sand supremacy: Misty, Kerri defend title&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So f ing awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-4422522801697278914?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4422522801697278914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4422522801697278914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4422522801697278914' title='HELL YA!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-6682429654954288817</id><published>2008-08-13T22:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:57:57.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fascinating huh</title><content type='html'>In an effort to provide you with a good definition of the word "stalker" I had to go to urbandictionary.com.  Dictionary.com did not suffice.  There was 7 meanings of the word "stalker" so I will try to highlight the main points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=stalker"&gt;Urban Dictionary: Stalker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any women who think an undesirable man might be interested in her will almost always automatically label him a stalker.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A hot guy who gives you flowers is a romantic.  An ugly guy who gives you flowers is a stalker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A creepy guy who knows what you're doing at all times and when he doesn't he's trying to know. Someone who harasses, annoys, provokes because of self contempt and jealousy. Is known for doing anything to get a reaction. Will go to any length because he's so f'in sad and has no life whatsoever. Bruised ego loser.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;table style="width: 612px; height: 54px;" id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; stalker: selective walker &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; girl 1: so i followed him home.&lt;br /&gt;girl 2: what? you're now a stalker?&lt;br /&gt;girl 1: hey, that's just where i walk.. it's not my fault i was simultaneously following him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the above courtesy of Urban Dictionary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might ask yourself, Why the hell is Kristin trying to educate me on Urban Dictionary's take on the word "stalker?"  Well I will tell you.  I wish I had freaking Snag it on my computer at home to really show you what I'm talking about but alas.  This discussion comes to while I was looking at my free tracker on my blog.  The tracker tells me how many people visit my website, if they come from another site first (like facebook, a search engine or if I'm linked somewhere else), when they visit, where they are from (city, state, country), how many times a day or in total continue to visit my blog, and then of course where they went on my blog.  So they can't go many places other then to link to other sites OR to click on my archives (and view the post of the last 4 some years of my life AND to probably determine I'M NUTS, which is fine).  On August 9th, someone from the city of Parker (which I think unfortunately accounts for the lovely place of C Rock also) began to visit my site and read my archives.  The only year they haven't gone through is 2004.  They have opened just about every month in 2005, 2006, 2007 and 2008.  Creeped out yet?  Yeah, it gets better.  Oh and they are on a Comcast service.  I know that too.  So they started reading on August 9th at 10:47pm stopped about 10:50pm then came back on August 10th at 1:18am, 3:20pm-3:55pm THEN some more on August 12th at 10:00pm.  Like REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, I bring this on myself by keeping this information public for the world.  I'm kinda tied to my old posts, they remind me of the good times and times I was really stupid.  I've also had a friend try to use my words against me (which unfortunately I continue to eat but dang I can't help myself sometimes!).  But maybe I shouldn't broadcast my thoughts on the Internet?  ORRRR my so called "stalker" could be my employer checking up to see if I'm talking crap or whatever.  I hear all those kinds of stories.  This is why I do not talk about work, other than that it's hard sometimes, or when I get promoted or whatever.  Who knows.  Maybe I have a secret admirer (aka "stalker") who can't get enough of Kristin.  Let's just hope they are harmless.  If you are hot, intelligent, funny guy,  HELLO!  Lol.  Any way.  They didn't get on my site today.   Maybe that's a good sign.  Let's hope they leave me alone.  If you are reading this YOU STALKER, reveal yourself (really only if I know you cause if I don't I'm calling the police)  ORRRRRRRRRR leave me alone, YOU ARE CREEPY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-6682429654954288817?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6682429654954288817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6682429654954288817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#6682429654954288817' title='I&apos;m fascinating huh'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-5807709641355805573</id><published>2008-08-11T21:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:59:34.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I'm not kidding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it was a business trip, I promise! So what if I enjoyed myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEH4nOhhTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/T3k4QExx9yo/s1600-h/DSC04102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEH4nOhhTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/T3k4QExx9yo/s320/DSC04102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233472911165195570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hotel room at the &lt;a href="http://www.normandiepr.com/"&gt;Normandie Hotel&lt;/a&gt; in San Juan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEH46Q56LI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3MdO4vvL5uA/s1600-h/DSC04066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEH46Q56LI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3MdO4vvL5uA/s320/DSC04066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233472916275456178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old San Juan&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEJEO9xKSI/AAAAAAAAANA/e4bDcVMQTeQ/s1600-h/DSC04261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEJEO9xKSI/AAAAAAAAANA/e4bDcVMQTeQ/s320/DSC04261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233474210322524450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arriving at &lt;a href="http://www.casa-islena.com/Site/home.html"&gt;Casa Islena&lt;/a&gt; in Rincon, PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEH5xBfA5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xSBHF-ebQsA/s1600-h/DSC04138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEH5xBfA5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xSBHF-ebQsA/s320/DSC04138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233472930974729106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEJB-SVb4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Armu2xvg4T0/s1600-h/DSC04205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEJB-SVb4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Armu2xvg4T0/s320/DSC04205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233474171485646722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About 6:30 am, right around the time we were snorkeling and kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEH79bkY9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ihuaiMNXXng/s1600-h/DSC04188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEH79bkY9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ihuaiMNXXng/s320/DSC04188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233472968665097170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you ever go to PR, go to &lt;a href="http://www.rincon.org/"&gt;Rincon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEJCpQIwOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sl0gJCnImxM/s1600-h/DSC04212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEJCpQIwOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sl0gJCnImxM/s320/DSC04212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233474183019151586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEH8-4DCfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_40pD8nzzN0/s1600-h/DSC04201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEH8-4DCfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_40pD8nzzN0/s320/DSC04201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233472986232850930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just driving around the island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEJDiZ8JXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DO1OlvEiVEY/s1600-h/DSC04233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEJDiZ8JXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DO1OlvEiVEY/s320/DSC04233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233474198361089394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch on the water the day before we left.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEJD7jFtsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/80OBaK5iROE/s1600-h/DSC04238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEJD7jFtsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/80OBaK5iROE/s320/DSC04238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233474205110351554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All and all it was an amazing trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-5807709641355805573?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5807709641355805573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5807709641355805573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#5807709641355805573' title='No, I&apos;m not kidding!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SKEH4nOhhTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/T3k4QExx9yo/s72-c/DSC04102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-3822332975678655798</id><published>2008-08-04T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:06:05.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did someone say Puerto Rico?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJfDjBOq63I/AAAAAAAAALw/Vg6D6zxIjn4/s1600-h/view-from-san-juan-gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJfDjBOq63I/AAAAAAAAALw/Vg6D6zxIjn4/s320/view-from-san-juan-gate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230864498606926706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You bet your ass they did.  PEACE OUT BITCHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-3822332975678655798?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3822332975678655798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3822332975678655798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#3822332975678655798' title='Did someone say Puerto Rico?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJfDjBOq63I/AAAAAAAAALw/Vg6D6zxIjn4/s72-c/view-from-san-juan-gate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2435024804934604624</id><published>2008-08-03T23:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:23:00.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for a coming to Jesus!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh there is not much to say these days other then things are amazingly busy and out of control.  I think it's about time for me to come to terms with some things in my life and how fitting for it to be near my 25th birthday.  Yes. that's right!  I will officially be in my mid twenties.  Lordie.  So let's get down to business: the things I need to come to terms with... One thing is letting go of people and/or situations.  So there is a person that I just need to let go.  And then there is another person that drama ensued earlier this year and I need to just let it go.  I have tried to reach out to these people but I just don't think we are meant to reconnect.  SO I need to let go, probably best for everyone.  Another coming to terms... All the things in my life are pretty f ing awesome.  Time to just relish in everything I have and stop feeling discontent.  And there are defintely some more things to come to "terms" with but I will save those for my birthday posting (the time I reflect back on the last year of my life and wonder what the hell was going on!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a lighter note, here are some great pictures.  First of dinner with Marina's mom.  She is here visiting from Russia! And then I will finish the post out with some MUDD VBALL pics.  So fun.  Thanks for the invite Shannon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Marina's Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaQkj-2IYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-7kJFVfjJbs/s1600-h/080308+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaQkj-2IYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-7kJFVfjJbs/s320/080308+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230526975045935490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Maya, you are so freaking adorable, it's sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaQk3798mI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9ajhzu_8ALQ/s1600-h/080308+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaQk3798mI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9ajhzu_8ALQ/s320/080308+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230526980402573922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Molly, the troublemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaQlRf92wI/AAAAAAAAAKg/AzIyjjsHPIo/s1600-h/080308+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaQlRf92wI/AAAAAAAAAKg/AzIyjjsHPIo/s320/080308+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230526987264449282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penny, the bandit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaQlk8k_aI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wA1JSN7WZ5w/s1600-h/080308+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaQlk8k_aI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wA1JSN7WZ5w/s320/080308+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230526992484728226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mudd Volleyball time!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaQl4WuI4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/vzY0RTGkxps/s1600-h/080308+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaQl4WuI4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/vzY0RTGkxps/s320/080308+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230526997694653314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that's a dust tornado.  Fascinating!!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaRDgdPNoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TT20nY44XSY/s1600-h/080308+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaRDgdPNoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TT20nY44XSY/s320/080308+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230527506675611266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Shannon's Jeep!!!  I miss my Jeepie... Look at all that mud all over my face! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaRDy42eYI/AAAAAAAAALA/csRSR1FqL8o/s1600-h/080308+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaRDy42eYI/AAAAAAAAALA/csRSR1FqL8o/s320/080308+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230527511623268738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2435024804934604624?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2435024804934604624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2435024804934604624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2435024804934604624' title='It&apos;s time for a coming to Jesus!!!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SJaQkj-2IYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-7kJFVfjJbs/s72-c/080308+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-7759416817430935595</id><published>2008-07-28T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:11:40.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We kinda felt like we were stuck there... for just a moment in time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SI6ItU5kniI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-WfVqzeD6LE/s1600-h/072208+564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SI6ItU5kniI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-WfVqzeD6LE/s320/072208+564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228266529709399586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor and Rascal time! Tim, Shannon, Me and Mer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SI6ItkpIg9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/2BXKcuQ2ZfA/s1600-h/072208+567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SI6ItkpIg9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/2BXKcuQ2ZfA/s320/072208+567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228266533935416274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor... Tim, she's barely legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SI6IuGs-80I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/v60lsN3fai4/s1600-h/072208+579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SI6IuGs-80I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/v60lsN3fai4/s320/072208+579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228266543078372162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hottest member of Rascal Flatts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SI6Iu_p0uyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4n0l8M-cMEI/s1600-h/072208+583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SI6Iu_p0uyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4n0l8M-cMEI/s320/072208+583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228266558365940514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SI6IvwKiScI/AAAAAAAAAKI/z2RCUrq6jqU/s1600-h/072208+584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SI6IvwKiScI/AAAAAAAAAKI/z2RCUrq6jqU/s320/072208+584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228266571388045762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the rodeo to margs to Rascal, it was a great day in Cheyenne!  On our way out of town the highway was stop and go getting out of the state.  Lol. 7/19/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-7759416817430935595?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7759416817430935595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7759416817430935595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7759416817430935595' title='We kinda felt like we were stuck there... for just a moment in time.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SI6ItU5kniI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-WfVqzeD6LE/s72-c/072208+564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-4280755465652883035</id><published>2008-07-22T22:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:43:39.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A wedding to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wild Basin Lodge, Allens Park, Colorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbCZKUcD7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/aUHYG6xtnL0/s1600-h/072208+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbCZKUcD7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/aUHYG6xtnL0/s320/072208+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226078155132637106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rehearsal Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbCZU6Gx7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/FSKbEu7gEBA/s1600-h/072208+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbCZU6Gx7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/FSKbEu7gEBA/s320/072208+168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226078157974980530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbCZtOWo3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/eiWoXqX6TMc/s1600-h/072208+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbCZtOWo3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/eiWoXqX6TMc/s320/072208+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226078164502356850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbCZ3gDgFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OgKKKVLvqSQ/s1600-h/072208+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbCZ3gDgFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OgKKKVLvqSQ/s320/072208+261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226078167260954706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the view.  What a magical place to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbCaNBkd4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Xkg5LZ-Giwc/s1600-h/072208+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbCaNBkd4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Xkg5LZ-Giwc/s320/072208+288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226078173038671746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbEC1F6-7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UTXlNWA0SaE/s1600-h/072208+323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbEC1F6-7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UTXlNWA0SaE/s320/072208+323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226079970500737970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wedding party.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbEDTMjwTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6sdw0U6eflw/s1600-h/072208+353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbEDTMjwTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6sdw0U6eflw/s320/072208+353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226079978581639474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbEDomCU6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/s5nvXaTgo4I/s1600-h/072208+362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbEDomCU6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/s5nvXaTgo4I/s320/072208+362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226079984325645218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Dan Anderson, June 7, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-4280755465652883035?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4280755465652883035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4280755465652883035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4280755465652883035' title='A wedding to remember'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SIbCZKUcD7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/aUHYG6xtnL0/s72-c/072208+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-346100053777435836</id><published>2008-07-15T20:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:22:35.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear California Driver</title><content type='html'>Dear California driver,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you go back to California where your type of driving is accepted.  If you so choose to stay in the beautiful state of Colorado PLEASE do me (us all really) a couple favors.  California driver, please learn how to stay in your own lane.  It's important especially when you are driving on I 25 to C Rock where there is construction.  PUT THE PHONE DOWN and watch the road.  California driver, you have a turn signal for a reason.  Use it.  It's not like a use it or lose it thing.  It is still there even though you haven't used it since drivers ed.  And California driver, get out the damn directions because YOU ARE LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your fellow Colorado drivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. When you leave, please don't come back.  Take the Texans with you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-346100053777435836?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/346100053777435836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/346100053777435836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#346100053777435836' title='Dear California Driver'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-6243994413147928691</id><published>2008-07-10T23:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:10:20.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak for yourself!</title><content type='html'>No prof, not all bloggers are jerkoffs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-6243994413147928691?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6243994413147928691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6243994413147928691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6243994413147928691' title='Speak for yourself!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-1832246513006142277</id><published>2008-07-07T19:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:45:15.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There are holes in my outlook</title><content type='html'>A &lt;b&gt;chemical &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burn_%28injury%29" class="mw-redirect" title="Burn (injury)"&gt;burn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; occurs when living tissue is exposed to a reactive chemical substance such as a strong &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acid" title="Acid"&gt;acid&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Base_%28chemistry%29" title="Base (chemistry)"&gt;base&lt;/a&gt;. Chemical burns follow standard burn classification and may cause extensive tissue damage. The main types of irritant and/or corrosive products: acids, bases, oxidizers, solvents, reducing agents and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alkylation" title="Alkylation"&gt;alkylants&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;Chemical burns may:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;need no source of heat,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;occur immediately on contact,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be extremely painful, or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not be immediately evident or noticeable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemical_burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-1832246513006142277?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1832246513006142277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1832246513006142277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1832246513006142277' title='There are holes in my outlook'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-8655978235099562614</id><published>2008-06-17T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:18:06.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My head still hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;con·cus·sion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;k&lt;i&gt;uh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;n-&lt;b&gt;kuhsh&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;i&gt;uh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Pathology&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;injury to the brain or spinal cord due to jarring from a blow, fall, or the like. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;shock caused by the impact of a collision, blow, etc. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the act of violently shaking or jarring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dictionary.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-8655978235099562614?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/8655978235099562614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/8655978235099562614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8655978235099562614' title='My head still hurts.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2330957663905803226</id><published>2008-05-30T20:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T20:11:38.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it!</title><content type='html'>So it's happened!  Things are going really well.  Thank you to everyone that's been so supportive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2330957663905803226?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2330957663905803226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2330957663905803226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2330957663905803226' title='I can&apos;t believe it!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-6523988097340077285</id><published>2008-05-20T20:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:13:26.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YEEE HAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's that time of the year again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORHL3_jKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qn0dwNW_rQc/s1600-h/DSC03431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORHL3_jKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qn0dwNW_rQc/s320/DSC03431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202661547175808162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Grand Ole Opry House, Nashville, TN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORHb3_jLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Be2yR9FUaS8/s1600-h/DSC03438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORHb3_jLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Be2yR9FUaS8/s320/DSC03438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202661551470775474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hootie and the Blowfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORHr3_jMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PAF3J_-8Yfg/s1600-h/DSC03446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORHr3_jMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PAF3J_-8Yfg/s320/DSC03446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202661555765742786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Downtown Nashville&lt;br /&gt;The boys: Andrew, Jason and Gordon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORH73_jNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fJr0F4y_xNQ/s1600-h/DSC03447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORH73_jNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fJr0F4y_xNQ/s320/DSC03447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202661560060710098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls: Mer, me and Caitlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORIL3_jOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/n6HmxGpMMKg/s1600-h/DSC03449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORIL3_jOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/n6HmxGpMMKg/s320/DSC03449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202661564355677410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lisa and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORwL3_jSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6JFQUS19ewk/s1600-h/DSC03470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORwL3_jSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6JFQUS19ewk/s320/DSC03470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202662251550444834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew, Mer, Kevin and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORv73_jRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/B1nOYJ1ZrLs/s1600-h/DSC03465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORv73_jRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/B1nOYJ1ZrLs/s320/DSC03465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202662247255477522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jim, Gordon and Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORvr3_jQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UkxhvVKrAnQ/s1600-h/DSC03460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORvr3_jQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UkxhvVKrAnQ/s320/DSC03460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202662242960510210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swear, we were not drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORvb3_jPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pJRd6b--PiU/s1600-h/DSC03459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORvb3_jPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pJRd6b--PiU/s320/DSC03459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202662238665542898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well maybe Jason and Andrew were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORwb3_jTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qutMd1M_ZiU/s1600-h/DSC03499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORwb3_jTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qutMd1M_ZiU/s320/DSC03499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202662255845412146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What day is it by now?&lt;br /&gt;Mer and Ben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDOS5L3_jWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XDTQF4JqjBY/s1600-h/DSC03510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDOS5L3_jWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XDTQF4JqjBY/s320/DSC03510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202663505680895330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Barenaked Ladies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDOS5b3_jXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XSgZftNv-sI/s1600-h/IMG_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDOS5b3_jXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XSgZftNv-sI/s320/IMG_2492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202663509975862642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mer and I got to meet BNL!&lt;br /&gt;AND WE ARE OUT, 6 DAYS LATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-6523988097340077285?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6523988097340077285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6523988097340077285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6523988097340077285' title='YEEE HAH!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SDORHL3_jKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qn0dwNW_rQc/s72-c/DSC03431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-1787413518214080510</id><published>2008-05-11T15:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:55:41.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>F YEAH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SCdq6b3_jHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/S960suy7804/s1600-h/Kristin+Other+2+1078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SCdq6b3_jHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/S960suy7804/s320/Kristin+Other+2+1078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199241846970092658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, lack of update when so much is going on! But really all I'm going to report at the moment is that the Volley Llamas won their league!!! F YEAH!! Take that Parker Bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SCdq673_jII/AAAAAAAAAGo/hYJSfZDPwO4/s1600-h/Kristin+Other+2+1083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SCdq673_jII/AAAAAAAAAGo/hYJSfZDPwO4/s320/Kristin+Other+2+1083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199241855560027266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ugly purple shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SCdq7L3_jJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GK2I2jwGius/s1600-h/Kristin+Other+2+1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SCdq7L3_jJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GK2I2jwGius/s320/Kristin+Other+2+1085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199241859854994578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Office tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-1787413518214080510?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1787413518214080510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1787413518214080510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#1787413518214080510' title='F YEAH!!!!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SCdq6b3_jHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/S960suy7804/s72-c/Kristin+Other+2+1078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-1050116497116188665</id><published>2008-04-22T23:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:48:55.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I supposed to believe?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am a firm believer in what God puts in front of you.  I'm a firm believer that things happen for a reason.  That when you are lost God gives you signs.  Now for those of you that know me well, you know that I am somewhat religious, but you might say more on the level that I have faith.  I have faith in God and the way things are meant to be.  Anyways.  On to the topic of conversation.  The opinion of others.  We have all developed a view of whoever based on our own bias.  It's only natural.  But then what happens when someone in your social circle gives you a different opinion of someone.  I guess for me it means a couple things.  It means any doubt that was looming in my mind was just taken away by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; of someone I care about, someone I guess I trust.  I guess I'm entertained by the fact that one, I've been remembering my dreams lately, more really, a couple to be specific.  I looked into "the meanings" (if you can even say that).  To couple "the meanings" with my doubt and with the situation, a person like me (with all my odd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;superstitions &lt;/span&gt;), can really conclude a lot.  It's true, I may be nuts, but I believe in signs.   In this situation specifically I was conflicted (as I have been for a while) with something, and God or whatever power is out there, solved it and removed doubt.  Fate reminds me to not make the concessions I am thinking of making.  Fate reminds me there is better.  So then now that I'm solved or whatever with this one thing, how about this other looming thing?   How about understanding the connection between the apifany and the truth?  Another can of worms?  Another question okay, I understand, don't go there, but what about going there?  But then some steps would suggest, that's can't be meant to be.  Or things would be different today.  But what about today?  What about then and tomorrow?  Night Minneapolis...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-1050116497116188665?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1050116497116188665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1050116497116188665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1050116497116188665' title='Who am I supposed to believe?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-3493362726687851265</id><published>2008-04-21T20:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:37:03.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NY NY Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SA1PHmBcsZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nb1TdFf_DlQ/s1600-h/NY_NY_1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191892937312350610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SA1PHmBcsZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nb1TdFf_DlQ/s320/NY_NY_1014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ahhh... Almost time!&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/6382892-3493362726687851265?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3493362726687851265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3493362726687851265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3493362726687851265' title='NY NY Las Vegas'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/SA1PHmBcsZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nb1TdFf_DlQ/s72-c/NY_NY_1014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-5700691494507357516</id><published>2008-04-20T21:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:31:50.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So what am I hiding?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="Liar"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;Liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;To       dream that someone is calling you a liar, denotes that you will be irked       by some deceitful person.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;To       dream that you are lying, suggests that you are trying to deceive yourself       into believing in something that goes against your natural instincts or       long held values. Ask yourself what are you hiding from yourself or from       others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"&gt;http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/l2.htm#Liar&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/6382892-5700691494507357516?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5700691494507357516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5700691494507357516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5700691494507357516' title='So what am I hiding?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-5992750813366703398</id><published>2008-04-19T12:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:53:45.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my conviction that convinces everyone</title><content type='html'>So funny story.  A couple of my friends and I were on our way last night to find Lime down in the DTC. Well everyone ended up following me.  Let's just say it took a little while to get there all to find out they LIE on their website.  Lime was not open yet.  We decide to head back to Hacienda.  When we got there I told the girls, sorry for the trouble.  One of them said to me, I don't mind following you, you always know where you are going.  Do I?  Or is it my conviction that makes me convincing?  I guess I can chalk it up to the feeling of being social director sometimes or leader of some pack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over 70 degrees today.  It's a sweet reminder of why Colorado is so freaking great.  New changes lately, wonder what will come of them.  Traveling a lot for work in the next month to the beautiful states of Minnesota, Florida and Tennessee.  I know, jealous!?  Justin, I keep meaning to tell you I'll be in Miami 4/29-5/1.  We should try to meet up or something.  We will be staying in South Beach!  Oh yeah I'll be going to Vegas in the middle of all that traveling but that will be FOR FUN!!! WAHOO BRING IT ON VEGAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, reminded of a very ODD and disturbing dream I had last night.  Basically to sum it up, my immediate family was in it as well as a couple friends Mer and Amanda.  I apparently was trying to graduate early (from my Masters, which I'm currently getting at Regis).  However, I had lied to everyone and was trying to graduate with short credits from CSU.  I couldn't go through with it and everyone was disappointed in me.  I woke up wondering what the hell that was about.  I have no intention of trying to graduate without all of my credits nor from CSU (even though I wish that's where my MBA was going to be from).  Odd.  Lies I was telling, which is so unlike me.  Maybe this was brought on by a conversation I had last night about being too honest with people.  Hmmm... Maybe the dream was just a subconscious reminder to check my tuition reimbursement at work.  If it doesn't come like I hope, then maybe I will graduate in December.  How freaking nuts would that be!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. On to more pressing matters.  I have a bridal shower to plan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-5992750813366703398?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5992750813366703398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5992750813366703398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5992750813366703398' title='It&apos;s my conviction that convinces everyone'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-1446983200830939466</id><published>2008-04-15T20:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:49:17.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your voice doesn't echo in my head like you think it does</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you ever wonder what happens when the excuses stop coming?  This world is full of so many excuses.  Excuses that each of us make for each other and for our behavior.  What happens when we accept the fate we deserve and start to take accountability?  Accountability with work, with family, with friends, and really with yourself.  I like to think I've met someone that void of excuses.  They are a different breed.  But then you have a common denominator in most situations which is you, me, and everyone else.  The world is full of excuses but I suppose that's what we build the foundation on.  It's just like men and women.  It would be too easy to be honest, so let's play games.  It would be too easy to say or do what you think, let's dance instead.  I don't really have any direction I'm heading here.  Sometimes I feel as though I'm too honest with some people in my life where as other people I censor myself.  What is your excuse?  Why do you play the fool?  It's so easy, I understand it too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make a wish and place it in your heart. Anything you want, everything you want. Do you have it? Good. Now believe it can come true. You never know where the next miracle is going to come from. The next smile, the next wish come true. But if you believe that it's right around the corner, and you open up your heart and mind to the possibility of it, to the certainty of it, you just might get the thing you're wishing for. The world is full of magic. You just have to believe in it. So make your wish. Do you have it? Good. Now believe in it, with all of your heart." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-One Tree Hill&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/6382892-1446983200830939466?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1446983200830939466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1446983200830939466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1446983200830939466' title='Your voice doesn&apos;t echo in my head like you think it does'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-9186702384304238736</id><published>2008-04-06T19:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:30:12.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me go cover up my white socks and get on with life...</title><content type='html'>It's already April. I know I say this a lot but honestly, where does the time go? I'll leave you with some recent pictures from my brother and sister in law's wedding reception.  Not much to say these days except bring on the sunshine baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R_mFRNhdOTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3KoaMGjjWaY/s1600-h/Kristin+Other+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R_mFRNhdOTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3KoaMGjjWaY/s320/Kristin+Other+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186322976628095282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happily married couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R_mFQ9hdOSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fKVfksUOpp8/s1600-h/Kristin+Other+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R_mFQ9hdOSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fKVfksUOpp8/s320/Kristin+Other+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186322972333127970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happily married parents of the groom.  Dang my mom is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R_mGothdOWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZEw4T6cZGJU/s1600-h/Kristin+Other+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R_mGothdOWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZEw4T6cZGJU/s320/Kristin+Other+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186324479866648930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Study that speech! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R_mGodhdOVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QCWSqJSO748/s1600-h/Kristin+Other+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R_mGodhdOVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QCWSqJSO748/s320/Kristin+Other+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186324475571681618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a couple glasses of wine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R_mGoNhdOUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fdCIz6Dxjpk/s1600-h/Kristin+Other+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R_mGoNhdOUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fdCIz6Dxjpk/s320/Kristin+Other+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186324471276714306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry ladies, my brothers are off the market!  BACK UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-9186702384304238736?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/9186702384304238736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/9186702384304238736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#9186702384304238736' title='Let me go cover up my white socks and get on with life...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R_mFRNhdOTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3KoaMGjjWaY/s72-c/Kristin+Other+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-224587942392962258</id><published>2008-04-01T21:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:18:56.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait, I'm not done</title><content type='html'>http://www.vimeo.com/799994/&lt;br /&gt;Check out this link for my brother's video of his 2007 in review.  It's awesome.  It's got so many cool things in it especially Italy and Russia!  Check it out, I have a cameo in it.  I watch it again and look at Italy.  ITALY people.  I'm already thinking that I'm going to need to go back soon.  OMG ITALY.  Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-224587942392962258?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/224587942392962258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/224587942392962258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#224587942392962258' title='Wait, I&apos;m not done'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-7874079241943684071</id><published>2008-04-01T20:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:47:22.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What would I do without my friends</title><content type='html'>http://www.90octane.com/mustachechallenge2008/&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down to the right middle of the page for Leslie Russell.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-7874079241943684071?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7874079241943684071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7874079241943684071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7874079241943684071' title='What would I do without my friends'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-5590495016608970038</id><published>2008-03-25T17:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T17:39:49.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy and Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Jealousy is one nasty mo fo!  It's unfortunate that this is the topic of discussion for my long awaited blog post.  I don't find myself with a ton of words these days.  And in days were I do want to write its usually about someone pissing me off or road rage, both items I'm sure all of you get tired of reading about.  But I guess the topic of jealousy today will potentially coincide with things that make me mad.  Maybe I should rename my blog to that: Things that make Kristin mad." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  On to my discussion.  I find myself full of jealousy these days.  I know its not healthy but it is what it is.  I'm jealous of my friends that "have it all."  The guy, the job, the house, the this, the that.  I plan and try to get there but I have to remember I'm different.  I have to remember that what I have is just as good and to be thankful.   I'm jealous of those with lots of money (lol).  Money makes things hard, whether you have it or not.  I feel like sometimes there is no happy medium.  I'm jealous of the attention I've lost with some of my friends and more in part the friendships that have faded due to unexplained circumstances.  Nothing necessarily went wrong except distance and time.  I'm jealous of those that keep in touch with people I'd really love to hear from. &lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;Aside for the topic of jealous, I do have some recent thoughts to people I care for.  Katie: I think about you a lot and hope you are well.  Would love to hear when you decide to start having kids!  Krystal: The first to be married and the first to have kids!  Katie, Kenyetta and I were right!  Anyways hope the babies are well.  Brian: Congrats on expecting!  Jonny: Miss you and hope you are well.  Scott: Not sure where things landed but hope you are well.  Meredith: In times like these, deep breathes and margaritas help.  Hang in there, I'm always here for you.  Justin: May the tide send you in the right direction.  Don't ever forget your faith and come visit Amanda and I! Amanda/BFF: I don't tell you enough how thankful I am for our friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-5590495016608970038?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5590495016608970038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5590495016608970038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5590495016608970038' title='Jealousy and Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-3057000832112413473</id><published>2008-03-11T21:38:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:33:04.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhh Mexico... Need I say more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dUbGGkhjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qgKsvpze5V0/s1600-h/Cancun+Kristin+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dUbGGkhjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qgKsvpze5V0/s320/Cancun+Kristin+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176699121157047858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's up CANCUN!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dYPWGkhkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EIy1ZTuxMjA/s1600-h/Cancun+Kristin+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dYPWGkhkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EIy1ZTuxMjA/s320/Cancun+Kristin+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176703317340096066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chichen Izta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dY-GGkhlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5GPzzM_qdhE/s1600-h/Cancun+Kristin+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dY-GGkhlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5GPzzM_qdhE/s320/Cancun+Kristin+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176704120498980434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;America's Next Top Model: Thank God we are now related!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dZxmGkhmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ekdkIjzhyAg/s1600-h/Cancun+Kristin+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dZxmGkhmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ekdkIjzhyAg/s320/Cancun+Kristin+197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176705005262243426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sistras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dbW2GkhnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KtIp1rODACY/s1600-h/Cancun+Kristin+305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dbW2GkhnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KtIp1rODACY/s320/Cancun+Kristin+305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176706744723998322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dang.  We are some fine looking alpha Kinnairds!&lt;br /&gt;Jay: we are so glad we could spend this day with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dcOGGkhqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ep7n836op7Q/s1600-h/Cancun+Kristin+389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dcOGGkhqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ep7n836op7Q/s320/Cancun+Kristin+389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176707693911770786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The newlyweds aka the love birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dbZWGkhpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KZAcmEFNf5s/s1600-h/Cancun+Kristin+439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dbZWGkhpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KZAcmEFNf5s/s320/Cancun+Kristin+439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176706787673671314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One more makes 7! I'm the last Kinnaird standing... someone pray for me. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dcQ2GkhrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TJOqy9HSF7c/s1600-h/Cancun+Kristin+535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dcQ2GkhrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TJOqy9HSF7c/s320/Cancun+Kristin+535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176707741156411058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I have a new home.  Who's coming!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-3057000832112413473?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3057000832112413473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3057000832112413473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3057000832112413473' title='Ahhhhh Mexico... Need I say more?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R9dUbGGkhjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qgKsvpze5V0/s72-c/Cancun+Kristin+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-4029746233251363555</id><published>2008-02-19T20:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:59:11.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythm of the night</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like when you are driving you are in the twilight zone?  I mean I know I have road rage issues, whatever.  That aside.  Why are you driving slow in the fast lane?  And if you are so engulfed in your conversation on your cell phone get in the right lane and save us all some loss of sanity.  Also, to you Audi or Jetta drivers, get off my Jeep's ass!  There is no need to tailgate me so I tailgate the person in front of me cause THEY are the issue.  It's always a silver Audi it seems, with their fancy lights, all up on me, trying to inspire me to switch lanes.  Now I have a friend that has an Audi and 3 friends that drive Jettas.  I'm not stereotyping cause I've never seen you guys drive like this but dang... do not become these people.  I guess that goes back to my thing, I'm not dating a guy who drives a VW Golf.  Actually I'm thinking I should stay away from any guy that drives any kind of Volkswagen.  Just seems like I'd be better off.  I mean if these people piss me off on the road, that is no way to start a relationship.  My mom asked if I was in a hurry a couple days ago when we were in the car together.  I guess I wasn't but I didn't want to mill around going under the speed limit!  If you don't get going the speed limit, C Rock to P Meadows could take a while and it doesn't need to.  I think there is a good reason the speed limit is 75.  And it's hard too to speed on 25 on this stretch.  People usually have a hard time GOING 75.  Except for those silver Audi drivers.  Get over yourself.  Just because you have an expensive car does not make you king or queen of the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of my 4th class in my MBA is tomorrow.  Can you believe it?  I'm almost half way done.   Mexico is next week.  I'm so excited.  The days need to go by quicker cause I'm over this cold weather and ice on the windshield!   Bring it on beach and sun and umbrella drinks (ella ella eh eh)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-4029746233251363555?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4029746233251363555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4029746233251363555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4029746233251363555' title='Rhythm of the night'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2711678799972770022</id><published>2008-02-17T18:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:45:20.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's news never felt so sweet</title><content type='html'>Vomit.  Do you ever get that feeling that if you let yourself remember that you might just vomit?  And I'm thinking that even if you didn't vomit during that time or with that person, you still feel like you want to vomit when you remember them?  Hahah ok I am being a little ridiculous.  I cannot fall back into old habits because its easy.  It's not healthy.   I cannot think anything has changed or will ever.  So what do I do?  Do I try or say forget it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a not vomit note: Snowboarding was sweet today.  Leslie and I are getting much better and soon enough we will be flying down the mountain.  Copper wattttcccchhh oooouuuuutttt!!  Castle Rock is like a different climate.  It's always snowing in Castle Rock even if down by Park Meadows it looks like summer.  Lots of birthdays this week... Shannon, Justin, Krystle (congrats on the babies!), Lisa, Jess (congrats on the engagement!) and my momma.  Happy birthday everyone.  I can't wait for flip flops, shorts and the sun.  I'm so ready to go to Mexico.  Congrats to my brother!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2711678799972770022?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2711678799972770022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2711678799972770022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2711678799972770022' title='Yesterday&apos;s news never felt so sweet'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-5899966260718249571</id><published>2008-02-13T22:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:12:00.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like a star accross my sky</title><content type='html'>It's supposed to snow again tonight.  It seems that while life keeps moving at light speed, the snow reminds you to slow down.  Part of my Lent thing is changing my behavior in regards to dwelling as well as getting bored to the point of annoyance.  I have a tendency to dwell on things, people, etc.  I dwell on a happy memory.  Or I dwell on a friend that just will never be the friend I need them to be.  Or maybe I dwell on things I cannot change.  While it's a natural behavior, I've been actively trying to lessen the blow.  I also have a tendency to get bored if I don't have a trillion things going on and then I get annoyed.  Maybe this is what drives me to dwell on things.  The point is: it is not healthy to dwell nor be too busy that I forget what month it is.  Busy is such a relative term these days.  I can't remember the last time I was this busy.  For the past month in the half, I have been out to dinners, volleyball, class, friends, family, shopping, lunches, working out, happy hours, boarding, etc. etc. etc.  I think sometimes being too busy makes you take time for granted.  Can you believe it's already February... in 2008?  Someone said 2010 in a meeting yesterday and I lost all concentration and couldn't believe that's less than 2 years away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found myself with some form of writers block again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it simple.  I think that's my new mantra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-5899966260718249571?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5899966260718249571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5899966260718249571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5899966260718249571' title='Just like a star accross my sky'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2708450374925348038</id><published>2008-02-07T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:11:50.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for bringing me back to reality</title><content type='html'>I wish I could be more like my friend Nitika.  She lives her life is such a care free way that sometimes I wonder what I'm doing.  She reminds me that it's not worth the drama of whatever you bother being drama about.  I'm reminded again today.  I'm reminded that a weekend is just a weekend and a memory is just that: simplicity.  But the greatest thing about coming back to reality is that the good news went through, on paper on Monday!  Some of you know what I'm referring to.  It's nice to have something finally seem so definite now.  Now that this is good, it's on to the next "action" item.  I decided what I'm doing for Lent finally.  I know I'm a couple days late but I never claimed to be some crazy Catholic.  But I'm not going to tell you what I decided, other than it's a behavior change and it's severely needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to get lost in the mix.  It's so easy for me, for really a girl, to get caught up in it all.  I shall end with thanking YOU for bringing me back to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2708450374925348038?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2708450374925348038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2708450374925348038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2708450374925348038' title='Thanks for bringing me back to reality'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-6694644749118466900</id><published>2008-01-28T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:21:44.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard."</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I guess that whole inclination of wanting to write everyday passed.  I now waver between bitter and bored these days.  And I honestly think the bitter comes from being bored.  No really, here me out.  I'm not sure why I become so restless so easily when I'm not one to have barely a moment for myself these days.  It's never enough.  And I've never wanted to be one of those people.  I have never din the feeling of always wanting.  Maybe it's wanting what you can't have.  Maybe it's thinking that you are owed something.  I'm not really sure.  But what I do know is, take a step outside of your little circle of your world.  Ask yourself do you really think about others when you talk?  When you act?  When you freaking do anything?  Haha we are all guilty of this.  We are all guilty of acting in the moment then forgetting before you can remember to turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple posts ago I mentioned "It's the fool who forgets."  Well this has multiple meanings.  I guess when I say the "fool" I am referring to ANY and EVERYONE.  It's the fool that forgets their friend or a memory or whatever.  But it's also the fool that thinks of their friend or of a memory.  Make sense?  My point is we are all fools and it's time we recognize it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess my question is what happens when you finally accept things the way they are.  What happens when you decide to just "accept" the way your friend treats you when you know deep down it pisses you off.  Or when you "accept" that it really isn't fate, it's just God toying with your emotions cause he's bored.  Bitter and bored maybe?  Lol.  Just kidding but really.  I believe there are only certain things in this world we have control over.  Accepting that should be the first step right?  Whatever!  Forgetting isn't the answer either.  So what is I ask you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-6694644749118466900?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6694644749118466900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6694644749118466900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6694644749118466900' title='&quot;My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.&quot;'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2717610125080296541</id><published>2008-01-23T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:40:10.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walmart haters, please stand up.</title><content type='html'>Let me start out by saying I don't intend to write an entire post about people that hate Walmart for whatever reason but I do intend to get on my soap box for a couple minutes.  In my Marketing Management class tonight we had the discussion about focus groups and everyone's "love" for Walmart.  Now I guess you could call me cheap but I prefer thrify.  CLEARLY, I love Walmart.  Well I don't completely agree that they want to take over the world and treat their employees like crap, I still shop there.  You still by Nike right?  Okay relax, I know I'm about to get in over my head about Walmart and sweat shops in random countries.  I won't get far, don't worry.  But honestly, out of 20 people in my class about 5-8 people raised their hands in response to shopping at Walmart.  A lot of people complained about it in terms of not really getting a good deal at Walmart in exchange for the aggravation.  Whatever.  Get over yourselves.  Clearly you are getting your MBA because you don't make enough (now while there are plenty of other reasons for getting your MBA I would argue this is a big one).  So maybe you should go to Walmart and save some money?  Hahaha ok I just realized my Walmart soap box is worth nothing to you all so I will spare you.  I honestly do not understand why I'm so passionate about Walmart.  Maybe cause I went there yesterday?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very odd what's been going on with my blog the last couple days.  I've felt very inclined to write whether it be recent experiences or just feeling like all the sudden I have something to say.  I'm guessing some of my readers can't keep up!  Well my target market of favorite people, Kristin apparently has a lot to say.  Maybe I should change my blog name to Kristin, Apparently or Kristin, SERIOUSLY.  Hahah.  That would never work.  Don't you all wonder where the name of my blog came from?  I believe I explained that years ago on my blog.  Don't bother looking for it, you will just grow tired of my writing extremely quickly and realize that I'm nuts.  Well to spare you the long story, Pamela Anderson had an article in Jane (Jane was it? ehh) called Pam, Honestly.  I enjoyed her brief debut as an columnist for the magazine.  She spoke about life in the way I view it, as real as possible and with analogies and metaphors (makes perfect sense huh).  Ya ya, I don't want to hear what you think of Pamela or hear what that makes you think of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late again and I'm not sleeping well.  What is that saying about being a dollar short?  I think that's me right now.  It's almost February.  Can you believe it?  I bought some items for my Mexico trip yesterday and trying on some cute shorts makes you really hate Colorado in the winter for a couple mins/hours/days.  I love my Colorado but dang, if I'm not boarding or sitting by a fireplace with hot chocolate then SCREW this awful cold bitter weather.  My brother did say it right though.  Colorado is not cold compared to Russia.  RUSSIA = COLD.  Peace bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2717610125080296541?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2717610125080296541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2717610125080296541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2717610125080296541' title='Walmart haters, please stand up.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-7280020501785819687</id><published>2008-01-22T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:35:13.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the gift that keep giving</title><content type='html'>So unlike most days, I have no purpose here today on my blog other than speak philosophically about things that are not philosophical.  Today was a full moon.  Very eerie looking actually.  I told one of my friends today I've all the sudden become superstitious about stupid full moons and well of course crows.  Don't ask me why.  Maybe I'm getting crazy in my old age or maybe I'm just bored.  I suppose that's really the same thing.  For the last 6 months I had been seeing a big black crow at work.  At times, walking into the building, it would gawk at me, like I was invading it's territory.  I do not see the crow anymore.  I chalk it up to things being quite different then six months ago.  But, well, you can never get rid of the full moon.  It was yellow and low today.  I like to think when it's higher in the sky it has more of an ominous nature.  But when its low like today it reminds me of an eerie calmness.  Maybe even the calm before the storm.  I guess the moon is something to me like a sign.  I'm big into reading the "signs" these days.  Maybe you could associate that to my sporadic superstitious nature.  But the moon is like one of those things that once in a while you need to make sense out of it.  Today it was a calm yellow, very low and large.  I think it meant that while something might be in front of your face you still have no idea.  And trying to make sense out of the obvious is sometimes meaningless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  I hope the black crow doesn't come back to the parking lot at work but part of me sometimes expects to see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-7280020501785819687?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7280020501785819687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7280020501785819687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7280020501785819687' title='It&apos;s the gift that keep giving'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-5756352299096787544</id><published>2008-01-21T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:53:12.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the fool that forgets</title><content type='html'>I hate being a girl a lot of the time because we are way too ridiculous about everything especially when it comes to other girls and of course men.  I guess hope keeps us wishing on stars and such but poor use of our emotions definitely gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded because hoping and already knowing my fate are like two different stories I'm trying to finish the same way.  When really I have no control over them.  So I'm sorry.  I am 99% sure I have blown things out of proportion.  Oh I just love life.  It's so unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm thinking I should quit the f ing facebook and myspace while I'm at it.  Is it really doing me a great service of keeping in touch with my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I got some updated news on some good news I had a little while ago.  Not sure what the outcome will be (well I feel like I know cause I was told... just a matter of time) but I can only hope (oh there I go again) that it's for the better.  It has to be.  Something has to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-5756352299096787544?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5756352299096787544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5756352299096787544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5756352299096787544' title='It&apos;s the fool that forgets'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-107762787374306203</id><published>2008-01-20T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:22:16.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows</title><content type='html'>It all started with snow flakes falling on my face and ending with a bittersweet goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;You know, time is a funny thing.  Time has a way of reminding you to cherish each moment.  Just like the famous phrase about life being about the moments that take our breath away.  It seems that the good things in life always go away a lot quicker then the crappy things.   And if you  f with time, it will slam the door right in your face.  Time can remind you in a split second not to take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is also one of those things you try to make sense of.  Why you are given so little time with people that mean so much.  What's it all supposed to mean?  And then when you do take that leap, is time on your side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is something no one has an endless supply of.  Time makes it difficult to reach people.  Time makes it difficult to realize what's important right now and tomorrow.  I think the downside of time is the mentality of rationality and foolishness behind it.  Time management.   People need their time just as much as they need their space.  Fate needs time just as much as it needs you and me.  I suppose it's all about reading the signs when you are trying to figure out what "time" you have.&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;And you are right.  No one makes me laugh like you do.  It's like you never left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-107762787374306203?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/107762787374306203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/107762787374306203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#107762787374306203' title='Rainbows'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2534068041613039137</id><published>2008-01-15T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:24:51.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"From Russia with Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 weeks in Russia!  It was amazing.  COLD but a once in a lifetime kinda thing.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R414VhyXdkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sQ26Vrdu9kQ/s1600-h/DSC01935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R414VhyXdkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sQ26Vrdu9kQ/s320/DSC01935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155909459651294786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Marina's Mom! Tim, Sasha, and Marina... Yes we were drinking vodka not just then but really everyday! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R413YRyXdgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MmNXzU54GuI/s1600-h/DSC01974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R413YRyXdgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MmNXzU54GuI/s320/DSC01974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155908407384307202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ukrainians and I at the Kremlin in Ryazan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R413YhyXdhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rlBfuMDH6Ic/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R413YhyXdhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rlBfuMDH6Ic/s320/DSC01984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155908411679274514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A grocery store in Ryazan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R413ZByXdiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ExLyn3Oaln0/s1600-h/DSC01985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R413ZByXdiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ExLyn3Oaln0/s320/DSC01985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155908420269209122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merry Christmas Denver! That awesome Snow Cat Tank thing was fun to drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R413ZRyXdjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5MVjl_YtdXw/s1600-h/DSC02012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R413ZRyXdjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5MVjl_YtdXw/s320/DSC02012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155908424564176434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yula and I.  The snowmobile was fun to drive too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R412UhyXdeI/AAAAAAAAADo/M1XtU8yrisU/s1600-h/DSC02045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R412UhyXdeI/AAAAAAAAADo/M1XtU8yrisU/s320/DSC02045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155907243448169954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sergei Yesenin:One of Russia's most popular poets from Konstantinovo in the Ryazan region &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R411bByXdcI/AAAAAAAAADY/d83qTOIqWsk/s1600-h/DSC02087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R411bByXdcI/AAAAAAAAADY/d83qTOIqWsk/s320/DSC02087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155906255605691842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside of Red Square in Moscow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R411bByXddI/AAAAAAAAADg/RXMhneapx0o/s1600-h/DSC02103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R411bByXddI/AAAAAAAAADg/RXMhneapx0o/s320/DSC02103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155906255605691858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and St. Basil's Cathedral: Breathtaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R410sRyXdYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BugQ5m_hKCE/s1600-h/DSC02127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R410sRyXdYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BugQ5m_hKCE/s320/DSC02127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155905452446807426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the Kremlin in Moscow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R410RRyXdXI/AAAAAAAAACw/G_03r6bb_CU/s1600-h/DSC02166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R410RRyXdXI/AAAAAAAAACw/G_03r6bb_CU/s320/DSC02166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155904988590339442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moscow!  It's cold!!!  Check out Marina's hood.  DANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R41xexyXdWI/AAAAAAAAACo/wzie-7fPGEQ/s1600-h/DSC02235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R41xexyXdWI/AAAAAAAAACo/wzie-7fPGEQ/s320/DSC02235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155901921983690082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My drinking buddy, my "padrouga," my friend: Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R41wzRyXdTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1jlz5M4fq0Y/s1600-h/DSC02220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R41wzRyXdTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1jlz5M4fq0Y/s320/DSC02220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155901174659380530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Years Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R41wzxyXdUI/AAAAAAAAACY/pL83LcbxaX0/s1600-h/DSC02230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R41wzxyXdUI/AAAAAAAAACY/pL83LcbxaX0/s320/DSC02230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155901183249315138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year.  What a way to start 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2534068041613039137?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2534068041613039137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2534068041613039137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2534068041613039137' title='&quot;From Russia with Love&quot;'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R414VhyXdkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sQ26Vrdu9kQ/s72-c/DSC01935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-135030049472859740</id><published>2008-01-05T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:35:33.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday and New Year.  I'm back from Russia and let me tell you, the year has already started off awesome.  Not only did I ring in the new year in RUSSIA but I received some really great news when I got home to Denver.  Updates on Russia to come.  I won't promise some great collage of the pictures, I'll just post some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privet 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-135030049472859740?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/135030049472859740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/135030049472859740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#135030049472859740' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-6155808066062788017</id><published>2007-12-19T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:33:50.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Прощайте!</title><content type='html'>Счастливый Отпуск!&lt;br /&gt;С Рождеством Христовым!&lt;br /&gt;С новым годом!&lt;br /&gt;См. Вас в следующем году!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;See you next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-6155808066062788017?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6155808066062788017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6155808066062788017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6155808066062788017' title='Прощайте!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-5860366213319278886</id><published>2007-12-16T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T20:17:00.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The holidays are here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R2XqEhyXdQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kn-1UpT8TKs/s1600-h/puppes+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R2XqEhyXdQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kn-1UpT8TKs/s400/puppes+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144775512850658562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Molly, Maya and Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-5860366213319278886?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5860366213319278886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5860366213319278886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5860366213319278886' title='The holidays are here!!!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R2XqEhyXdQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kn-1UpT8TKs/s72-c/puppes+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-3529093799412383786</id><published>2007-12-10T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:07:00.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life would be so good if we could just freeze moments in time."</title><content type='html'>Time is a funny thing.  How quickly how much time goes by and then its almost another year.  How quickly time can change people or people change in time?  It's bittersweet though.  It's bittersweet seeing space grow between people you care about.  How time creates holes in our future filling them with new things, new people, new life.  A very scary thing happened a couple weeks go.  It was devastating and for a moment, time stopped and I couldn't breathe.  Pretty much my entire family couldn't breathe.  It's moments like these were you think of time and realize how precious it is.  And if you're not happy, get over it and learn how to be!  If you care about someone tell them because that moment might past you by.  I feel like I may be in a transitional part of my life for reasons I may not even know or understand.  I'll be in Russia for the holidays.  Not sure I'll update before I leave.  But nevertheless time will go by.  New people will show up, new things will happen.  I suppose all we can do is just keep living, the best way we know, trying to be happy cause that's really what life's all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time wipes our slate clean."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-3529093799412383786?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3529093799412383786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3529093799412383786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3529093799412383786' title='&quot;Life would be so good if we could just freeze moments in time.&quot;'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-5331096796320654563</id><published>2007-11-22T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T17:23:18.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;It’s that time of the year.  It’s time to recognize what we are thankful for.  Here’s my list (which is not limited to what I’m thankful for).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Here’s to my new sister in law and another new sister in law to be!  So glad you both are joining the Kinnaird family.  I couldn’t have picked better matches for my brothers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving.  Just to highlight a few people that come to mind that I’ve been thinking about…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;J: Wish you were in Colorado. Y: I hope everything settles down. K: Hope life is well and I’m always thinking of you even though we may not talk. J: Hope the beach is good for Thanksgiving! J: While there may be drama, I know we will be fine. L: My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. D: Great talking with you a couple months ago, hope your holidays are great! A: I’m excited for dress shopping, the tasting, Vegas and being your maid of honor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Health: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The health of me and everyone around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My job: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;While there are tough days and while sometimes I may not know my way, I have a great job that pays the bills and is hopefully providing the foundation I need for bigger and better opportunities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My car: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank you for being great in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Etc!  No kidding but really I'm forgetting a lot of other things and people but the bottom line is I'm just so thankful for everyone in my life, whether we may just know each other or we are friends or we are family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;And in general I’m thankful for having the life I do.  I’m lucky that I get to wake up and do what I want.  Live how I want minus wild trips around the world (minus this year with Italy and Russia!).  Thank you to everyone who makes a difference in my life.  I appreciate your support and love.  Hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/6382892-5331096796320654563?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5331096796320654563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5331096796320654563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5331096796320654563' title='Give Thanks'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-7417469290282332820</id><published>2007-11-19T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:35:51.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capri, It's like the end of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R0JyCPUvGRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uc_fZpCpldU/s1600-h/092607+443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R0JyGPUvGUI/AAAAAAAAABU/NH8GFxQ0FG4/s400/092607+464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134791976674072898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R0JyGfUvGVI/AAAAAAAAABc/CkAzdG74uxk/s1600-h/092607+514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R0JyGfUvGVI/AAAAAAAAABc/CkAzdG74uxk/s400/092607+514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134791980969040210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-7417469290282332820?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7417469290282332820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7417469290282332820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7417469290282332820' title='Capri, It&apos;s like the end of the world'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R0JyCPUvGRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uc_fZpCpldU/s72-c/092607+443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-826906399665973291</id><published>2007-11-18T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:36:36.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sweet memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R0EEt_UvGQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Uw1Qx79KeYQ/s1600-h/100707+637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R0EEt_UvGQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Uw1Qx79KeYQ/s400/100707+637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134390238318106882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-826906399665973291?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/826906399665973291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/826906399665973291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#826906399665973291' title='A sweet memory'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/R0EEt_UvGQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Uw1Qx79KeYQ/s72-c/100707+637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-1972952397690576948</id><published>2007-11-08T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:39:55.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But this morning, there's a calm I can't explain</title><content type='html'>And it's your warmth that reminds me there is good in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two posts in one week.  I know quite the treat.  So it's true.  There has been a lot of bad things happening to people I know recently.  But for the first time this week I feel a sort of calm.  We started our new volleyball league and it's a blast.  Well we have some wavering commitment with a couple people but it's a great time.  And no less I've got some mad shin splints I can't get rid of.  Congrats to Les who started her new job today.  Very exciting!  I'm also very happy for another friend who seems to have finally got what she wanted.  I hope the fun continues for her.  Besides, I need to live vicariously through someone anyways.  That's all really I have for now.  The pictures... well it's taking a while for me to learn things about Photoshop.  My Photoshop guru is leaving my everyday life so I may be up a creek in trying to figure it out.  I know.  I just need to sit down and try!  But getting me to sit down and relax is difficult these days.  Happy Friday everyone.  Here's to hope of good things to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-1972952397690576948?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1972952397690576948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1972952397690576948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1972952397690576948' title='But this morning, there&apos;s a calm I can&apos;t explain'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2889796120979698532</id><published>2007-11-05T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:26:31.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was your fortress you had to burn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Life has a way of slapping you in the face when you least expect it.  What I think is more interesting is that while you spend you time cooped up in a stupid situation, life, brings you back.  Life slaps you and says wake up, there is more to life then what you are spending your time thinking about or doing.  I get it.  But what do you do when you are faced with a situation you have no control over.  When you find out someone important to you has been lying to you and to others.  I want to be there but for the first time I don’t feel like I know how to be.  While that may sound conceited, I generally feel like I know how to be there for my friends, except now.  Not today.  I’m scared I won’t be able to help.  I’m scared someone’s life is in jeopardy of seriously going in the wrong direction.  There is only so much one person can do.  There’s only so much you can say.  And then it comes to, will they even listen?  It will be ok.  It has to be.  That’s life right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It seems ok now in retrospect.  But who gets to define what's ok?  WHO gets to define how we live our lives?  That's the crap that has been pissing me off lately.  WHO gets to define the decisions we make, the way we feel?  I'll tell you what.  There is more to life then pissing off the people you care about.  There is more to life then spending your time thinking about people that could care less about you.  There is a lot more to life then convincing everyone you are right.  I suppose that's why God gave us the ability to think for ourselves, we just forget that others have that trait too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I can't decide what I think about my Ethics and Law professor.  I honestly loved the first class.  I left with a sense of "HELL YA, this is why I'm getting my MBA."  Last week I had mixed feelings.  He made some amazing points about ethics but then he went on to be condescending and arrogant.  That is not an excuse just because you are a lawyer.  Now this week.  At one point in the class I almost got up and left.  But then the class came together at the end in such a relative way.  I think I got back to the "HELL YA" attitude.  Classes like today remind me that LAW is black and white, not the God given right that people think they have a freaking opinion about everything.  There's a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Happy November.  There is something about sunsets and the cold and the night.  Life slows down a bit when it gets darker earlier.  Life slows down a bit when you get that chill through your body.  And life slows down a bit when you look up everyday at those amazing mountains and at the sunset.  What a nice way to end the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2889796120979698532?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2889796120979698532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2889796120979698532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2889796120979698532' title='I was your fortress you had to burn.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-3686727728927304796</id><published>2007-10-16T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:39:52.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...and i rode along side till you lost me there in the open road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There is something so real about life and the bad things that happen to people.  I was just discussing with someone yesterday about traveling and how moments like these in life are what really matter.  And then something bad happens to a friend and you question why.  You question why bad things happen to good people.  And I know you can think of a million situations where lots of people live very hard lives.  I think things happen for a reason.  I know my friend will be ok.  But what I don’t know is how those other people go home and feel ok with themselves.  I don’t understand how it gets from point A to point Z so quickly.  And when do you get so caught up in your own drama that you forget about what really matters.  I’ve managed to remove some of my drama lately however only in hopes to replace it with suffering and compassion.  And not necessarily suffering and compassion in me.  I also think the universe turns on everyone at some point and I wonder when my point will come.  Maybe my point already came when I lost my Grandma. Or when I lost a good friend.  It’s a somber feeling really.  Life slows down for a second and you began to realize life is about what you want it to be about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry Kev.  You are an amazing person and that's all that matters in this life anyways.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-3686727728927304796?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3686727728927304796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3686727728927304796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3686727728927304796' title='...and i rode along side till you lost me there in the open road'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-3679207181813612286</id><published>2007-10-14T22:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:05:34.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With one deep breath, and one big step, I move a little bit closer.</title><content type='html'>So the pictures... still coming... my program I want to use has disappeared so I'm trying to figure out the easiest way to put them in a little collage for you all.  Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to discuss the group of individuals we met on the light rail last Friday.  I promised the guy on the light rail I would write about our encounter.  As Meredith and I sat down on the light rail at 2:12 am on Friday night (Saturday I suppose), we were joined by none other then our friend from the light rail last week as well as five other people, four being 1st grade teachers for a school in Parker.  One 25 year old guy, one 40 year old and two other unknown aged women (late 20s I assume).  Out of all my odd and vast experiences on the light rail, I found this one to be the most memorable.  I mean generally, you come across some weird people but these people (besides the drunk factor) seemed pretty cool.  I almost regret not getting their contact information because they were fun good people.  Hope they got to Lincoln safe, that their friend stopped throwing up and the rest of the night/morning went well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Kendra and Kory.  I just found out my freshmen roommate from college, Kendra, is getting married next month.  Congrats to her!!!  I couldn't be happier for her and I hope I get to make it out to see her on the big day.  Justin, she said you might be going!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other things I want to complain/write about but its 11 and I have work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-3679207181813612286?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3679207181813612286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3679207181813612286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3679207181813612286' title='With one deep breath, and one big step, I move a little bit closer.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-4453046810664568782</id><published>2007-10-07T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:58:10.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its already October and feeling like fall.</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me about the pictures, just be patient.  I imagine enough of you people that read have seen them so I think we are okay.  Any ways.  I'm writing again, which is so soon for me, but, well, a ton has been going on so I can't help but have some DEEP THOUGHTS BY KRISTIN.  Enough talking about the recent drama though.  I feel as though time will heal all wounds... or alcohol heal all wounds... just kidding.  No really, I've never been a drunk texter until recently.  That is a nasty habit that I'm going to put an end to.  I mean drunk texting does nothing unless the receivers enjoy it.  Get your minds out of the gutter.  I just meant, must be entertaining and something tells me I'm not entertaining anymore. LOL.  Okay enough Kristin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe its already October.  Christmas will be here in no time.  And then its next year and something tells me next year should be super interesting.  More so then regular.  Yes, there will be the continued drama, family quarrels, broken hearts, etc.  But there will be two weddings of some of my favorite people, a trip to Mexico, a wild bachelorette party, new opportunities, potentially finishing my MBA or getting close, etc.  SHOULD BE FUN!!!  And crazy.  What would life be without, you know, the usual DRAMA.   Gosh that sounds like the name of a soap opera.  Next on "the usual DRAMA," Kristin makes a fool out of herself while maintaining her composure, Amanda finalizes her Harpist for the wedding, and Johnny Walker and Caleb Haine do not deliver on their promises.  Stay tuned next week for a ripping new episode."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall is bittersweet.  Because it's when you start to feel the cold run through your body but yet the leaves are turning incredible colors of orange, red and yellow.  The days are going to get shorter.  The snow is going to start falling and life is going to seem a little more quiet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;color:#0100ff;"  &gt;"Humidity can die and go to the special hell for people who talk in movie theaters I think." -Zach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-4453046810664568782?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4453046810664568782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4453046810664568782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4453046810664568782' title='Its already October and feeling like fall.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-8157486401840266000</id><published>2007-10-03T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:21:04.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your hands on me baby</title><content type='html'>I know I promised pictures from the trip.  I just need some time to put them together.  Things have been, dare I say, interesting since I returned from my trip.  My trip humbled me a little on what life is really about.  I come home and I inadvertently throw myself into a ton of drama!  Well I think the next couple weeks will need to focus on getting rid of that.  Or at least some of it.  I'm honestly not sure what to write here.  I would like to discuss a situation that has been going on but alas it might be read for what it's not and people like to think its about them when it's not (or is for that matter) and then MORE DRAMA.  So I will attempt to dance around the topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how music speaks to you when your emotions are running on empty.  It's amazing how much girls and guys and their "relationships" focus on power and then off course the "shifting" of power.  Does that make sense?  It's like we do specific things to send a message when in all actuality we should just say what we mean.  I worry that sometimes I say too much of what I mean and then I end up digging myself a hole.  Why is it easier to remove ourselves then face situations?  I have to say things are turning around from the past month, new things, good things, better things.  I just have to keep reminding myself that life is too short and not to focus on the things that just hurt or on the things that are going nowhere.  Maybe the time is never going to be right.  And even if I do what I need to do, is it going to get me where I need to be?  Because life does not always turn out how you plan.  And what's best for you may not be what you think is best for you.  I know, I'm getting deep.  But the truth is, I was telling my friend Jessie this, spend time doing what you want and spend time with the people you want.  Life is too short to waste your time with people that won't jump in front of a bus for you.  Good analogy huh!?  I'm not saying write off those other people but honestly, let's work on allocating our time more efficiently.  GOSH I sound like I'm at work!  Well, do me a favor, don't take what I say against you or you or you.  Cause you know what?  It's about a lot of things and it in the end only matters to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I could escape... And re-create a place as my own world" -Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-8157486401840266000?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/8157486401840266000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/8157486401840266000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8157486401840266000' title='Put your hands on me baby'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-8668039218617756863</id><published>2007-09-26T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:27:05.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Pictures from Italia to come.  Hope everyone is well. Italia was amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-8668039218617756863?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/8668039218617756863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/8668039218617756863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8668039218617756863' title='Home'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2322315431352824534</id><published>2007-09-14T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:08:43.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao to Roma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ciao to Roma! (Hello to Rome!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll be leaving for my first international journey tomorrow.  I'm left with a few thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I sincerely believe that the hard things in life exist so we can appreciate the beautiful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s easy to get caught up in the little things that really in the long run make no difference.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I may try to update in Italia but don't get your hopes up.  Take care everyone!  Ciao Bella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kak vam Roma? Roma kraseevyi gorut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2322315431352824534?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2322315431352824534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2322315431352824534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2322315431352824534' title='Ciao to Roma!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2941439354947719227</id><published>2007-09-03T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:32:26.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/Rt5NOO68fiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6qOuy2Kr8k0/s1600-h/cc2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/Rt5NOO68fiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6qOuy2Kr8k0/s400/cc2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106603934403558946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/Rt5NOu68fjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kz2q_lqm57c/s1600-h/cc3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/Rt5NOu68fjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kz2q_lqm57c/s400/cc3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106603942993493554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Because the things you are scared of are usually the most worthwhile."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2941439354947719227?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2941439354947719227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2941439354947719227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2941439354947719227' title='Summer is over?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/Rt5NOO68fiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6qOuy2Kr8k0/s72-c/cc2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-4868373613535484703</id><published>2007-08-16T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:19:20.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year, another sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you ever feel like you’ve been somewhere you’ve never been?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or recognize someone you know you’ve never seen?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be in a place that seems like it talks to you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sitting in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Portland&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I feel like I’ve been here before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sitting here with about 7 other people in a very deserted airport on this lovely Tuesday afternoon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ortland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; is a beautiful place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m a big fan of nature and the trees here are amazing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss the “grandness” of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rocky Mountains&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But this place has a different feeling to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has great mountains like &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Mt.&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Hood&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; or &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Mt.&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Saint   Helens&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had wished on my trip I could have visited &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mt. Saint  Helens&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think an active volcano is fascinating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Driving over rivers and through trees is only something I really experience when I’m in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rocky Mountains&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here, it’s normal and even going downtown the city makes a statement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Big bridges, tall lively trees and a beautiful river running through it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s poetic really how a place like this speaks to you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s amazing to think so many beautiful places like this exist.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s time to look back on this past year and reflect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a new year of my life begins I’m left with some thoughts&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surround yourself with people that love life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life is too short to just be okay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bitter people suck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be conscience of how you treat the people you love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could very well loose great memories.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Time is of the essence with the people you love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunsets are pretty awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take time to look at them when you can.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossip can be deadly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not sure when we became people that enjoy others “misfortunes,” whatever they may be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is all about fate and timing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a reason you didn’t make that flight and there is a reason that the people in your life are in your life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t mess with fate, it can be one ugly mofo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frustration is a very common, an easily felt emotion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t let it consume you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a waste of energy and time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;          For the first time in my life I’ve begun to look at things that I could have done differently (the “what if?”).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think life is better lived if you don’t have regrets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I don’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I do wonder if doing something differently would put me at a different place in my life now.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I felt like I’ve been a funk for sometime now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I attribute it to one thing going on but the more I think about it I am letting the situation control me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m letting it dictate my reaction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can change my reaction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I think the start of a new year will do me well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="gs_normal"&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gs_normal"&gt;Hilary Cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&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/6382892-4868373613535484703?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4868373613535484703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/4868373613535484703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4868373613535484703' title='Another year, another sunset'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-6470255590180969396</id><published>2007-07-17T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:53:37.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not really a sorted past, but sometimes it feels like it</title><content type='html'>Do you ever ask yourself the "what could have been" question?  I think everyone does.  Whether it's a job you didn't apply for or someone you always liked but never dated or even taking a different road home.  I suppose it's a very common thought to have.  And honestly, it's too much to dwell on how you could have done things differently.  I think that's clear.  But what if it's something concerning your feelings.  What if it's a friendship you can't repair?  Or what if it's this great guy thats a million miles away?  It's like you never have something to do until you don't have the time to do it.  I guess what I'm getting at is, what could have been.  Is that a question that's worth asking.  I like to think that things happen how they are supposed to.  And if you finally take that road, or if you finally take that chance, then you know it's right.  It has to be.  When I say right, I'm referring to right at the moment, not necessarily the right decision.  I like to think that as time goes by we learn more about ourselves and maybe once we get there, we will get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-6470255590180969396?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6470255590180969396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6470255590180969396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6470255590180969396' title='It&apos;s not really a sorted past, but sometimes it feels like it'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2633076112719348049</id><published>2007-07-11T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:54:39.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The inevitable is always unexpected</title><content type='html'>So I decided that I should try to eat something for dinner before class (I'm getting my MBA kids).  Okay, I have about a half an hour, I should be fine.  I just need to run by the grocery store for a little something.  Moving... little traffic not bad... okay, lots of traffic... still okay... Woops almost turned into an Italian bistro parking lot, recovered and got to Safeway.  Parked safely.  I proceed inside, walk around the store for a minute or so and decide on some snacks.  I walk to the front and notice, alas, there are no self-service check outs.  On a side note: I don't even like self-check outs but it times like this where the lines are long, time is of the essence.  So I find the next best alternative and go to the express checkout lane.  I am good, I have 3 items.  They guy in front of me has four.  As I stand in line, I notice the current girl paying is paying with a check.  This is where I believe things began to go wrong.  First of all, you don't pay with a check in the express line because it's just poor grocery store edict.  SECOND, who pays with checks these days unless you are over 50 or you have some random bill that HAS to be paid with a check.  SERIOUSLY.  Okay.  She writes the check (you know after 4 hours) and hands it over to the cashier (also known as Surendra).  The cashier puts the check in the little machine thing and it does not want to print on the check.  Great.  You can already see in the cashier's face go "oh crap."  So he calls for the manager, not once, not twice, but three times.  He even asks the 14 year old at the other cash register (who decides to give him some BS help).  So finally on the third go for the manager, he sees the manager walk by and yells.  By this time, the guy in front of me and me are contemplating going to another line.  BUT PLEASE keep in mind, there are two other lines and they have no limit to the groceries in those lines.  So you know it's one of those situations where you are like if I leave this line and go there, things will clear up here and then I will be the longer line.  We stay.  We are in the freaking express lane!  Anyways.  The manager comes over and fixes the stupid thing.  Got the girl out.  Now we are on to the guy in front of me who I clearly remember had two gift cards, one for Home Depot and one for I dunno, a happy birthday card and a little baseball.  Not bad right?  WRONG.  Mr. Surendra trys to scan the stupid gift cards.  Anyone that has worked in retail knows there are like fifty bar codes on them and only one works.  IMAGINE THAT.  So our favorite cashier has to again ask the stupid 14 year old what to do.  Okay.  The kid helped.  Another down!  But not before the guy turned to me and goes "good luck."  At this point I've already gotten to the point where I've contemplating going to another line and really leaving the store all together.  But you know it's like, I came all this way, I'm here, I'm hungry, be patient Kristin.  I pay I leave.  I'm now moving a little quickly because the stupid grocery store has taken way too much time.  Okay, can't turn, traffic, more traffic... okay turning!  Stepping on the gas, Jeepy let's go!  DENIED.  Big ass truck in right lane (the one I need to be in).  Go around, yes, I've got room.  DENIED.  Stupid red car is going under the speed limit.  HELLO?  It's not SUNDAY.  Okay, get behind big ass truck.  Turn into the building parking lot.  Turn into the parking area and another big ass truck is blocking a good portion.  Great.  THANK YOU.  Go inside.  Follow the signs to which classroom.  Still having NO IDEA.  "Where's room 92?"  "All the way down the hall till you can't go further."  So I begin to walk down the hall and after 5 minutes, it's like the freaking Bermuda triangle.  Where am I.  Random people.  NO IDEA.  Someone trailing me.  I wanted to turn around and be like "Would you LIKE to step on my toes?"  SERIOUSLY.  Get the the end of all ends.  I'm here.  Sit down, calm down.  Let's have a sip of Sprite.  OR NOT.  Sprite decides to explode (even after I carefully opening it).  So the Sprite explodes all over the desk.  GREAT.  I turn to some guy and go" do you know where the nearest restroom is?"  This is my second time in the building.  "Oh you have walk all the way back to the front." SERIOUSLY.  Cleaned it up.  Teacher makes us change seats.  DONE.  You tired yet?  Cause I'm exhausted and have a four hour class to sit through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the class went great.  No more drama for Kristin.  Hope everything is well with everyone.  Parents are here FOR GOOD!  Helping fix up the house.  Other things going on but time for bed. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2633076112719348049?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2633076112719348049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2633076112719348049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2633076112719348049' title='The inevitable is always unexpected'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-2376434901181050829</id><published>2007-07-09T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:14:48.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening a new chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll post soon I promise... Lots of exciting things in Kristin's life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-2376434901181050829?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2376434901181050829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/2376434901181050829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2376434901181050829' title='Opening a new chapter'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-3636927782408073891</id><published>2007-06-23T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T22:08:29.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All moved in and feeling funny</title><content type='html'>So moving is pretty much almost done.  Just some last minute things for storage.  I think I also managed to put a couple things in storage that didn't mean to.  I want to thank Leslie, Norg, Mere, Bergy, Dave, Riscoe, Taber, Marina and Tim for helping me sooooo much.  I really appreciate you guys taking the time out to help me.  You guys were fantastic.  I REALLY owe all of you!!  I'm so lucky to have so many great people in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving has definitely been stressing me lately as well as other dear to my heart things, like my future, my friends, and of course my family.  It's been a really active month for things to happen!  I think everything is situated with my parents moving back.  They sold the house in Texas.  Everything fell into place.  They got the house they wanted here in Castle Rock and I can't freaking wait!  It's going to be so weird to have them down the street, just a short drive away.  I'm just so lucky.  Having all of my immediate family so close is going to be great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, still have some things to get through.  Maybe some exciting updates to come.  Who knows.  Don't want to jinx anything.  I just came back from San Diego!  Was there for work.  It was so gorgeous there.  WOW.  Not sure I could live there, just the cost of living alone is insane! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  I need to go get my audio learn Russian stuff.  Hope everyone is well.  It's already July and I wish it was June!  Where is the summer going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-3636927782408073891?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3636927782408073891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/3636927782408073891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3636927782408073891' title='All moved in and feeling funny'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-1604458691405642885</id><published>2007-06-15T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:21:39.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Think of me, Think of me fondly</title><content type='html'>So I just need some happy thoughts coming by way.  That's all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-1604458691405642885?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1604458691405642885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1604458691405642885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1604458691405642885' title='Think of me, Think of me fondly'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-6623686333266694733</id><published>2007-06-12T17:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:55:37.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION!</title><content type='html'>It's official!  My parents are moving home to Colorado.  The house sold today.  How freaking great is that!?  Definitely made my day and my week!  I couldn't be more excited to have my parents just a short drive away as soon as July!!  Things work out when they need to.  Just gotta get through this week now and then moving next week.  Holy crap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, vote for Leslie and I's friend, David May, on the FOX TV show "On the Lot."  Go David! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some of an old friend's recent wedding pictures. She looked so beautiful.  I hope she's doing well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it time for Italy, Russia or Mexico yet?  I KNOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-6623686333266694733?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6623686333266694733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6623686333266694733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6623686333266694733' title='ATTENTION!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-7962993450675259258</id><published>2007-05-28T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:03:31.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good.</title><content type='html'>I promise I'm still around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Flowers, how's the throat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-7962993450675259258?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7962993450675259258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7962993450675259258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7962993450675259258' title='Life is good.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-1028939252377748603</id><published>2007-04-26T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:29:42.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Rewards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whohoe, whihoo, Whohoe, whihoo, Whohoe, whihoo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know it's been a while.  Things are going just fine these days. Little drama here little drama there.  Beautiful weather coming this weekend.  A shout out going to Tom for making an awesome VOLLEY LLAMAS logo.  The llama looks scary but really whats scary is how bad we play sometimes.  Hahaha, we are getting better though!  Any who thanks Tom, you rock the kazbah.  I think if we do another gym league I have to get knee pads.  My knees are seriously suffering from my volleyball commitment/devotion.  Summer league starts next week!  Volley Llamas will rule the world just so you all know.  Wish I was going to Vegas this weekend but instead that money bought my Russia ticket.  Going to Texas next week for work and on Sunday I will get to see my parents!  And the best part!?  There will be a FOR SALE sign up in front of the house!!! YEAH!!!  I'm moving in t-minus two months!  Don't forget you want to help your favorite Kristin move (she loves you lots). 24 hour is treating Kristin good.  Spinning twice this week, along with a fun dance class.  OH YEAH!  I saw my friend open Zack Nichols for Josh Kelley at the Soiled Dove Underground.  AWESOME SHOW.  Zack did awesome.  And Josh Kelley was not only fantastic but freaking hilarious.  Just got a baby shower invitation and another wedding invitation.  How freaking crazy is that.  They just keep coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda's birthday is coming up... Can I please get you trashed!?  It's been a while.  Washingtons!?  Hahaha.  Big City?  WHAT A GOOD BIRTHDAY that would be.  C'MON you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp time to eat some dinner and watch Greys!  Did you know Josh Kelley is engaged to Izzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I could be sweet..." -Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-1028939252377748603?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1028939252377748603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1028939252377748603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1028939252377748603' title='Big Rewards!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-1621802566933315809</id><published>2007-04-17T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:15:18.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much to say these days.</title><content type='html'>Joined 24 hour this past weekend.  It's going really well.  I like the gym a ton except when there's a thousand people there after work.  Definitely some good man candy though.  Glad to have a workout buddy, thanks Mere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More drama with friends of course.  More people leaving work. SSDD, right?  I can't bring myself to complain about it because knowing my blog karma it will bite me in the ass!  But since I can't keep my mouth shut: all l I have to say is: Be real, keep your ego in check, try not to be careless with people's feelings, don't talk to me if you are going to be fake (then I act just as fake and I don't like to do that) and let's all work on having a realistic amount of self-confidence.  We are all great but NOT THAT GREAT. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHHH sorry everyone not much to say here.  Bring the nice weather back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-1621802566933315809?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1621802566933315809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1621802566933315809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1621802566933315809' title='Not much to say these days.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-7635624958826127001</id><published>2007-04-08T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:10:52.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a snowy Easter</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Italy and Russia this year.  How cool is that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-7635624958826127001?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7635624958826127001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7635624958826127001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7635624958826127001' title='It&apos;s a snowy Easter'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-7029411768135177876</id><published>2007-04-03T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:05:30.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus throwers, buck passers: WHO NEEDS THEM!?</title><content type='html'>So here's some things I'm sick of (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People and their alternative motives.  I'm not stupid, I know what you are doing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stupid boys.  I'm not stupid, I know what you are doing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bus THROWERS!  Throwing people under moving buses is really NOT cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BUCK PASSERS!  People and their issues with their own responsibilities.  SERIOUSLY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Email box limits.  Less chance for retribution, more chance for bus thrower success.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liars.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rumors. "I'm tired of rumors starting, I'm sick of being followed, I'm tired of people lying..." LL anyone?  (AMANDA! ROBERT!)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loosing at vball.  We are not that bad but somehow we really are.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more snowboarding this season.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food poisoning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sucky people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not being summer yet.  I NEED to lay by the pool.  Jessie!  HUSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Idol.   This is a lame season.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends that are drama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empty promises!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lame people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; Going to Mexico for Jay's wedding!  Someone said something funny about my family.  It's like we don't know how to have a wedding in Colorado!  If I ever find someone to get married to it's going to be somewhere like... the Bahamas.  That sounds nice.  Maybe I should go check it out now.  Any takers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-7029411768135177876?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7029411768135177876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/7029411768135177876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7029411768135177876' title='Bus throwers, buck passers: WHO NEEDS THEM!?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-431478411453105228</id><published>2007-03-25T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:32:08.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're sweet, You're sweet, as a honeybee</title><content type='html'>There is a funny thing about your family and friends.  Who will listen to what.  Who will say certain things.  How trust exists between you and these groups.  I think I am running the fine line of trust with a least a couple of my friends.  There is a lot of drama going on around friends, work friends, all the above.  I try my best to keep my mouth shut about rumors and such but it's easy to get caught up in it all.  It's easy to take the situation for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through all of my CDs and adding them to my computer (now that it's all wonderful and new).  It's so funny the music I will come up with from my Oldies mixes to my pop music mixes to really just some random music that I have no idea how I came to have.  It's very reminiscent though.  I can remember times in my life where I was listening to these songs whether it was high school or college.  Where does all the music go that's "in" you but you don't even have a copy of it.  Going through my mix CDs is probably one of the most fun and annoying processes.  First, you have to tell iTunes that you do NOT want to import "Track 1, Track 2...etc."  Now I have to listen to each song and figure out what they all are, who sang them, all the above.  You might think it would be a good trip down memory lane and it is for about 5 minutes but then I start to get annoyed with renaming everything, making sure I at least have the song title and the artist.  And then it's like, wow, I have a ton of the same songs on a lot of different mixed CDs.  Apparently I love to listen to the same songs.  I think we are all guilty of that, except maybe for my brother.  He likes to "mix" it up.  No pun intended.  Oh Tears in Heaven.  What a good one.  I swear, a guy could play this on his guitar and I would be putty in his arms.  Maybe that's why I've dated a few boys that could play the guitar. hehehe.  But seriously, trying to figure out who sang this particular version you have, can be killer.  There are like thousands of versions of "Lean on Me!"  AND you KNOW who sang it and it's on the tip of your tongue.  C'mon google help a girl out!  And then you just talk to yourself, throw out names Michael Douglas... no... Michael Bolton!  Oh Michael Bolton.  And then you realize you just loaded the wrong freaking name on another song.  AHH Richard Marx, Brian Adams!!! I'm going through my "slow songs" mix right now.  Then you just make up a name.  Well, that's not giving justice to anyone.  You have to love google though.  They do such a good job.  I searched for "Only you" cause I don't know who sings it.  I get "ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT FOREST FIRES."  Oh Smokey the Bear, you rock the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn up your speakers for a ROCKING version  hahahaha!! The Platters sang "Only You" in case you were wondering.  http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/onlyyou.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I know someone in Utah??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-431478411453105228?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/431478411453105228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/431478411453105228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#431478411453105228' title='You&apos;re sweet, You&apos;re sweet, as a honeybee'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-5815742597076856370</id><published>2007-03-18T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T17:55:54.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please hold my coffee</title><content type='html'>It has been an expensive month for me.  My brother built me a new computer which I have to say rocks the house.  And then on our way to the mountains last weekend, I had a blowout.  Good times had by all... "Paul, can you please hold my coffee, Paul."  Hahaha, Leslie, you know what I'm talking about!  Thanks again Jason!  Also need a new jack... Along with Leslie, we purchased some very good priced snowboarding equipment for all of our upcoming snowboarding extravaganzas.  Oh what else...  I am getting new contacts.  My contacts have seen there last life and I'm pretty sure I should never wear them again.  Jeez, what else.  (Jessie, these are some of the reasons I cannot go to Vegas! Even though I would love to).  Any ways.  So pretty much, that's all that's been going on.  EXCEPT!  My volleyball league began two weeks ago.  Unfortunately, we are off to a rough start but we are gradually getting better.  Also unfortunate there has been a ton of drama going on with my friends which I really can't handle.  I'm over it.  I really am.  So I'm hoping the coming weeks will calm down.  I may just completely remove myself because it's just stupid!!  I cannot focus on making everyone else happy, that's just really difficult especially when your friends keep getting mad at you.  Work is work, things are changing which could be good for me (or not, but I will find out in the next couple weeks).  I really want to get my MBA sometime soon.  I know I've been talking about it a ton but my brother was talking seriously about it also and it sounds like a good idea!  No Lake Powell this year, which is depressing.   But our Italy ticket is already bought so we are golden.  Going to see the Fray this summer with a ton of friends.  Going to see the Killers also with some good friends.  It's already hit 75 degrees on multiple occasions this month.  Things are definitely turning around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nothing much to say, just an update on what's going on.  I'm tired of being the third wheel with some of my friends.  It's not their fault but it's getting old.  I'm moving out of my place in June.  I'm thinking my new roommate has started thinking twice about having me (which I don't blame her).  I miss my old Jeep on weekends like this.  Such a sense of being free when the top was off.  My parents will have the house up for sale by April.  Let's pray for a FAST sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah!  That's how I feel these days!  However, my mood immediately lifts when I walk outside.  IT'S JUST SOOOOO NICE!!!  Oh yeah!  Heard about a friend from High School in Texas is getting married.  Congrats Brian!  AND a little shout out to Tom from work.  Don't read my blog, it's boring.  Remember?  I like cupcakes la la la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay well everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-5815742597076856370?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5815742597076856370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/5815742597076856370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5815742597076856370' title='Please hold my coffee'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-9032363135873083768</id><published>2007-03-04T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:26:24.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's already March but I wish it was June</title><content type='html'>Well, another week without my computer.  I feel so out of touch not being able to surf the Internet outside of work.  Any who.  It's given me some time to reflect.  On what?  On people, on situations, on whatever.    I think we may be going snowboarding next weekend, let me know who is in.  I can't wait to go more often next year.  If it's going to snow all the time, I might as well be up in the mountains enjoying it rather than driving to work in it.  I'm happy to report one of my best friends is exceptionally happy these days.  It's refreshing to hear about how happy she is with her new things in her life.  I suppose I can just hope someday I will be that happy!  I will get my passport at the end of April.  ITALIA, here I come!  Work is the same.  Someone just quit on Friday, not sure if it's going to adversely affect me but we will see.  Missing a couple old friends of mine.  One that we had a major falling out and have never been able to recover from it.  I miss her and hope she is well.  I've been reminiscing about college with co-workers and she comes up in a ton of my memories.  Another friend that I kinda recently had a falling out with but I think it was a mutual we should stay away from each other thing.  But the thing is I don't know what good it is for us either way.  We are around each other and make each other nuts and then we aren't around each other and are still nuts (or at least I am).  And maybe my friend isn't even thinking of me.  That's fair.  I can't assume he is.  But I've been thinking of him.  I've been thinking about what the heck we are doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw Christina and George in concert this past week.  Christina can really rock the house.  And George, well you can count on George to stand there with his guitar and sing his heart out.  Who knew there would be such cute cowboys at the Pepsi Center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  Nothing is new on my front.  Just being me while trying to make it in the corporate world.  Stay well, stay warm and let me know when it's Summer.  Forget spring, let's skip a season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-9032363135873083768?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/9032363135873083768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/9032363135873083768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#9032363135873083768' title='It&apos;s already March but I wish it was June'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-6721628043195241815</id><published>2007-02-24T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:56:25.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a little while...</title><content type='html'>It was only a matter of time before my borrowed computer decided to go to heaven.  It's a shame really because now I find myself without a computer AGAIN.  Things are going fine around here.  Work is stressful but what is new.  Just trying to hang in there.  It's already March.  Time feels like it's flying by.  Went snowboarding last weekend with some good friends.  Was great.  I'm getting much better.  I can't wait to go boarding with all my friends a ton next year!!  Having a three day weekend was nice and here we are back in another weekend.  Going to see the Killers again in May.  Definitely excited about that.  I'm really looking forward to the summer.  I'm sick sick sick of the snow and the cold.  I just look forward to laying by the pool, bike riding, camping, hiking and bbqs (and maybe even Lake Powell).  I'm looking for resolution on some items in my life.  I can not completely control one however, I feel like I have some control over another.  Everyone is doing well.  Things are good.  Little drama here... little drama there.  Actually for the first time this weekend I went to the Butterfly Pavilion then Lookout Mountain and then Central City and Blackhawk.  I'm not a gambler, the butterflies are beautiful but freak me out a little and Lookout Mountain would have been even better if it wasn't blowing wind and freezing!  I love the mountains.  When I become rich I'm going to have a condo up there so I can go up tons of times a year.  Anyways... Just a little shout out to Jessie!  Hope you are doing well.  Miss you tons!!!  Well pray for me because work has been tough.  I just need to hang in there!  And, Les, we need to go climbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mommy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-6721628043195241815?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6721628043195241815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6721628043195241815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6721628043195241815' title='In a little while...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-6630907187449457679</id><published>2007-02-14T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:27:25.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today has been such a wonderful day.  Work was good.  And even better my big brother Jay is now engaged to Krista!!   I couldn't be happier for them and for me!  I'm really excited to make her apart of our family officially!  Congrats Jay and Krista!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways.  I love all my family and friends!  Hope your day was good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3 day weekend coming!!!  WOOT!  What shall I do!?  Maybe snowboarding!!! YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-6630907187449457679?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6630907187449457679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/6630907187449457679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6630907187449457679' title='Love is in the air.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-1363779713871530577</id><published>2007-02-10T17:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:31:45.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so over it!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so freaking over IT it's not even funny!!!!  Here I thought it was the stick that broke the camel's back.  But then you do what you freaking do and I want to throw myself off a building.  AHH I'm so over it.  I'm so over your games.  I'm so over your BS!  I need to be strong and stop this BS about you.  It's a waste of my time!  Why why why do I keep doing this.  Letting YOU get to me. And for what?  NOTHING.  I don't think the freaking camel's back is broken YET.  I'm getting a bigger stick.  And BY THE WAY, the world does not revolve around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now that I got that off my chest.  Freaking Blogger made me get a Google Account.  WHAT IS THAT ABOUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-1363779713871530577?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1363779713871530577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/1363779713871530577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1363779713871530577' title='I&apos;m so over it!!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-117107103842198136</id><published>2007-02-09T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T18:30:38.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's better than you thought but much different than you imagined.</title><content type='html'>What the hell am I ranting about now?  Who knows.  I'm always rambling on about something these days.  I suppose today I will speak to what you think you know YOU DON'T.  SERIOUSLY.  Hahaha.  That's funny to me maybe cause there are major changes going on at work and I think I know what's going on but I really think I have no idea.    I also know that some people at work have NO IDEA what is going on either BUT they think they know.  DRAMA.  NO NO NO DRAMA DRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's too bad that you hope certain circumstances and situations will work out and they don't.  But life does not work that way you always hoped.  You don't typically get what you want but it's almost better than way.  And the things you want, you shouldn't want.  I'm glad for the unfortunate events in our lives because really, they turn out to be quite fortunate for the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill's wedding was beautiful!!  Loved going.  Spending time with my parents again made me realize however, that I do not think I can live with them again.  I mean I love them to death but honestly, I think that it's just not going to happen if it doesn't have to.  I know, we all knew this would happen la la la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashmere is nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like Jazz.  It is all over the place.  I want to feel like I'm going somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for my cousin, he's in the hospital sick and he's 19.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-117107103842198136?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/117107103842198136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/117107103842198136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117107103842198136' title='It&apos;s better than you thought but much different than you imagined.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-117040132853897225</id><published>2007-02-02T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:28:48.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an insomniac and I can't turn left.</title><content type='html'>OK, I'm not an insomniac but a couple late nights are completely ruining my days (as well as the SNOW EVERY WEEK).  It's amazing how I can go from falling asleep at 7:30PM to it being after midnight and wide awake.  It's like you decide changes that happen in your life are good but your body remembers to react even though the mind thinks everything is OK.  I have had a kink in my neck for two days now and tonight it feels like it's gotten worse.  There are some major changes going around at work.  I think definitely for the better but they are scary.  Work is important to me so I just want everything to be OK.  (Who doesn't right?).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a soap box note: Do you ever get jealous of people hanging out without you?  Except here is the kicker, you really don't want to hang out with them anyways.  It's like you just wanted them to ask so you could turn them down.  That's absolutely awful and selfish but I'm not going to lie I feel this way sometimes.  And maybe it just comes down to "just wanting to be asked."  Where did everyone get in a habit of asking people things they either didn't want to hear the response to or asking people to go places they don't want them to go.  Cause we all do this... Hi, how are you... la la la fine and you... oh we all are going to dinner... want to come... okay maybe another time.    I think it's like a bad habit we got into that does no one good.  It's like the person that doesn't get asked is upset and the person not doing the asking feels guilty even though they don't want them to go.  And honestly, it's usually not personal, like we make it.  I think I'm rambling.  I think it's just funny how we all develop these things we expect.  How we all develop these "habits" of doing things we don't want to do out of being poliet or just out of wanting to be liked. And for what.  It's like all a game of justifying our own egos?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  I'm having trouble sleeping so I'm rambling on about nonsense.  I suppose I felt inspired.  From what?  I have no idea.  I suppose I wish I was content with change.  But who is?  Even if it's good change.  How can you go through change without aniexty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI 4 ibupro will not take way neck pain.  I guess I should just let it go that I can't turn left and go back to hot... then cold... then hot, etc.  Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-117040132853897225?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/117040132853897225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/117040132853897225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117040132853897225' title='I&apos;m an insomniac and I can&apos;t turn left.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6382892.post-116979095012910440</id><published>2007-01-25T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:55:50.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like today</title><content type='html'>It's been three years since I have had this blog.  Three years filled with a ton of change.  Three years of almost feeling like three different people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that when it rains it pours?  Or in Colorado's state of weather when it snows, it snows every week?  My mom and I were talking about something on the phone the other day and she said you know when one door closes it opens a window.  Or something like that.  Anyways, the point is I responded by saying it opens a window for you to jump out of.  haha.  Not the right response but I was just kidding.  I guess there seems like there has been a lot of change brewing around me.  It's a good time to take a step back and get perspective.  But how do you get perspective when it's snowing and the door is closed AND you can't open the window?  (Wow, that was deep). How do you get perspective when all you remember is the pain?  Watching Grey's Anatomy these past two weeks have been really getting me to the core.  Yes, I know it's a TV show la la la.  But really, one of the characters George's dad passed away.  (Mom, this is when you stop reading).  It hit me hard cause it reminded me of my grandma's passing.  And in tonight's episode Izzy said something to the tune of life is short and if that makes you happy you should go do it.  I don't think I can be reminded this enough.  Reminded to remember my awesome Grandma that I will never stop missing.  And that I need to be reminded to make sure I'm doing what makes me happy.  Time is too precious.  And one moment of a mistake or whatever, isn't worth wasting another moment on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Yes, it feels like today, I know.  It feels like today, I'm sure.  It's the one thing that's missin', The one thing I'm wishin', Life's sacred blessin'.  It feels like today.  Feels like today." - Rascal Flatts, Feels Like Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6382892-116979095012910440?l=lifehonestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/116979095012910440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6382892/posts/default/116979095012910440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifehonestly.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116979095012910440' title='It feels like today'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033064321744560132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qntX5zeJ59Q/TNjWFm0Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GQ_No2RO0q4/S220/IMAG0016.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
