<?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-1348333455191506305</id><updated>2011-10-27T01:31:46.108-06:00</updated><category term='motorcycle'/><category term='snowmobile'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Sadie'/><category term='Rio Tinto'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='Dog'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='My little pony'/><category term='puppy'/><category term='Belly Rub'/><category term='cold'/><category term='Rose Sachs Garden'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='eBay Live'/><category term='scooter'/><category term='Hog'/><category term='English Bulldog'/><category term='adorable'/><category term='Proposal'/><category term='Baby Mama Drama'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='snowcross'/><category term='engagement'/><title type='text'>Schultz</title><subtitle type='html'>Est. 2008</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-5598685700660297893</id><published>2011-01-26T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:34:48.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Surgery</title><content type='html'>On tuesday I had my hip surgery. I thought that it would just be the standard hip scope to clean up my torn labrium. However after I had my MRI, we found that I have this random bone issue, where my bone is not round, but jagged. So the doctor had to grind down my bone. My bones have literally been grinding on each other. Awesome huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way, the doctor explained my surgery to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scope is pretty simple, two punctures into your hip to clean up the torn tissue and sew it back together so it can heal. The 2nd procedure could probably be done with a scope, but I want to find the exact point of your bone where its grinding on your bone socket. So the best way for me to find this, is for me to put my finger into your hip joint, and raise and rotate your leg around to feel it. Then sand/grind the bone to make it round and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not exaggerating, that is how he described it to me. I spent most of the day in the hospital after surgery, and was finally released around 5. Surgery was scheduled at 6:15 AM. I am getting used to my walker. However I am home all day, so if anyone wants to play or come visit, please do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-5598685700660297893?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5598685700660297893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=5598685700660297893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/5598685700660297893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/5598685700660297893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2011/01/hip-surgery.html' title='Hip Surgery'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-3728094353212722122</id><published>2011-01-02T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:04:20.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night spent in the E.R.</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday we spent the night in the E.R. at Lakeview. And I wish we hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day Thursday I was having really bad stomach cramps, I tried to ignore it, thinking that it was the Chinese food I had eaten the night before. I talked to Lee, and he said he wasn't feeling good either, so I had decided we must have gotten some bad chicken fried rice or something. As the day went on my stomach pain got worse and worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had plans to meet up with my brother Matt and his girlfriend Adrienne for some dinner. By the time I had gotten off of work, I couldn't even sit up straight, and the only way I could find any comfort was crunched over and holding my stomach. On my way home I must have looked like a old lady, barely seeing over the steering wheel, as I was crunching more and more to try to compress my stomach. I had told Lee that I wasn't feeling well, so when I got home he met me with some night time cold medicine, thinking it was maybe the flu. I could barely change and swallow the pills. I crawled into bed, and laid in the fetal position. Breathing deep was so painful, and the only way to breath was short, shallow breaths. My pain kept getting worse and worse. Lee being the worrier that he is, thought for sure it was my appendix, and wanted to be safe, so he insisted that we go to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get my shoes on, and that amount of movement sent me over the edge, and started to throw up from the pain. The cold medicine and ginger ale I managed to swallow earlier came right back up. We got to the E. R. and it felt like we were waiting forever. I was in so much pain. By the time they finally took me back I could barely walk, and they even offered me a wheel chair. But me being as stubborn as I am, I walked myself. We got back to the little "room" and they had me change into a gown. I couldn't even stand up long enough for Lee to tie my gown. I collapsed onto the bed, and got back into the fetal position. The nurse thought I for sure had some issues with my appendix, and could tell I was very much in pain. She got me set up with a IV, and quickly started filling me up with some morphine. This will sound so dumb, and I don't know what they measure morphine in, but I guess for my size I had a lot of morphine, I had 12 of something....I think total time being in the E.R. I had 4 shots of morphine. So, 1 CT scan, 2 sonograms, and a way nasty shake thing they made me drink..it was confirmed that my appendix was fine. As it turns out I have a cyst on my left ovary. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the way to take care of this, is to do nothing. The doctor told me I just have to wait for the cyst to burst. Ya, you read that right, BURST. If the pain from that is anything like the night at the E.R. I hope this doesn't happen for awhile. The doctor armed me with some pain meds, and basically sent me on my way. I was at the E.R. from 10 at night, until probably 7 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and Lee had to tag team the "Katie watch". Lee has to be to work by 6, so my mom came to relieve him around 3 A.M. Thanks mom for your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no surgery on my ovary, but I am scheduled for a hip surgery at the end of the month. I plan on bedazzeling my grandmas walker. But that is another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-3728094353212722122?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3728094353212722122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=3728094353212722122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3728094353212722122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3728094353212722122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2011/01/night-spent-in-er.html' title='Night spent in the E.R.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-357786509761739226</id><published>2010-11-14T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T12:35:33.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Improvements?</title><content type='html'>Lee and I bought this house about a year ago. When we moved in, the house had the master bedroom, a regular size bedroom, and a closet they called a bedroom that is in the basement. We dont plan on selling for awhile, but if we ever want to sell, we need 3 actual bedrooms. In the front room, there is the living room, and the dining room. The layout of this house is so random, which is the biggest reason why we loved it. However, the kitchen is across the hallway and a room away from the dining room. We never eat in there because its more work to get the food there, than it is to sit in the kitchen at our little table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA4S9z0H7I/AAAAAAAAA64/JKSYzhYkDho/s1600/-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA4S9z0H7I/AAAAAAAAA64/JKSYzhYkDho/s320/-13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee and I had decided that we were going to convert the dining room back into a bedroom. We are pretty sure the dining room was originaly a bedroom. Whoever patched the door with sheet rock did a horrible job. Lee kept telling me that we would start this project, but the start date kept getting changed. So I had to take matters into my own hands...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA4uD4i8qI/AAAAAAAAA68/FvIhWBkqET0/s1600/-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA4uD4i8qI/AAAAAAAAA68/FvIhWBkqET0/s320/-12.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA48kYhQfI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ptfQk37WP88/s1600/-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA48kYhQfI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ptfQk37WP88/s320/-10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA49sUMG-I/AAAAAAAAA7E/8Ik5rkX8bXQ/s1600/-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA49sUMG-I/AAAAAAAAA7E/8Ik5rkX8bXQ/s320/-8.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA5JV7S5oI/AAAAAAAAA7I/EfEi1Nbp4Aw/s1600/-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA5JV7S5oI/AAAAAAAAA7I/EfEi1Nbp4Aw/s320/-8.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA5KgL6OqI/AAAAAAAAA7M/3v66o4mv5vY/s1600/-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA5KgL6OqI/AAAAAAAAA7M/3v66o4mv5vY/s320/-7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA5LRByBfI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/IelwUlHiupo/s1600/-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA5LRByBfI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/IelwUlHiupo/s320/-9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you can tell this is a work in process. We would have gotten more done this weekend, but yesterday our water heater literally exploded. Lee and his brother Glenn replaced it and fixed it, so hopefully we dont have to clean up 50 gallons of water again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-357786509761739226?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/357786509761739226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=357786509761739226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/357786509761739226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/357786509761739226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-improvements.html' title='Home Improvements?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TOA4S9z0H7I/AAAAAAAAA64/JKSYzhYkDho/s72-c/-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-631306904670293166</id><published>2010-11-07T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:03:40.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go!! Oh!!! NOOOOOO UTAH!</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we had the ultimate Utah football home game. The yearly TCU VS UTAH blackout game. We woke up early to go to ESPN Game Day, talked some trash talk to TCU fans, made signs, and even got my face painted with my nephew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc376TdMvI/AAAAAAAAA6E/CUgLkJ-mtZM/s1600/-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc376TdMvI/AAAAAAAAA6E/CUgLkJ-mtZM/s400/-9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ESPN had a bunch of stuff to do at the Game Day broadcast. If you got your face painted you got a free T-shirt, and lucky for Lee, the only had MAN size shirts. So he got my awesome shirt instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc38K4WZeI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ccSHAmRPicE/s1600/-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc38K4WZeI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ccSHAmRPicE/s400/-8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As Tanner gets older, he looks more and more like my brother Shane. It is crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc38TCwl2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/cL7EmpeNq0I/s1600/-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc38TCwl2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/cL7EmpeNq0I/s400/-2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swoop and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc38oDiyhI/AAAAAAAAA6c/aEJVncdWwWY/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc38oDiyhI/AAAAAAAAA6c/aEJVncdWwWY/s400/-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We would throw up our "U"s whenever the camera went over head, and show our clever sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc403QDAOI/AAAAAAAAA6k/WxaDEOS4Dow/s1600/-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc403QDAOI/AAAAAAAAA6k/WxaDEOS4Dow/s320/-6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc45eeynCI/AAAAAAAAA6o/5lVAp2oLOeg/s1600/-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc45eeynCI/AAAAAAAAA6o/5lVAp2oLOeg/s320/-7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The atmosphere was so fun at Game Day. Everyone was so pumped up for the game. People had gotten there like around 5 A. M. I am not a morning person, so there was no way you were getting me there that early. I think we made it there around 8 or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Game Day was over, we went to tailgate up on the top lot where we always park, I made some fajitas, and debated on how the events of the game would happen...&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/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc49UtdVlI/AAAAAAAAA6s/QKeTwvP_MdI/s1600/-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc49UtdVlI/AAAAAAAAA6s/QKeTwvP_MdI/s320/-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was right before kick off, the stadium was so loud. Everyone was "blacked-out".&lt;br /&gt;We were so pumped for the game to begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc5Adq3fCI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Ihmf-OtIBaw/s1600/-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc5Adq3fCI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Ihmf-OtIBaw/s320/-5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Getting our game faces on!!! Lets go UTES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The game faces didnt last long. The Utes went a full 3 quarters with no score, not even a field goal. Watching this game was painful, and so embarrassing. The Utes were ranked #5, and TCU #3. Well, there is a big reason that TCU is ranked higher than the Utes. They for sure killed the Utes. Utah finally was saved by Matt Asiata's TD. At least we scored something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc5DQtHNcI/AAAAAAAAA60/_aN_0H6bG28/s1600/-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc5DQtHNcI/AAAAAAAAA60/_aN_0H6bG28/s320/-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least I had this little girl to play with while the Utes were embarrassing themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cutest little Utes fan ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-631306904670293166?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/631306904670293166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=631306904670293166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/631306904670293166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/631306904670293166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/11/go-oh-noooooo-utah.html' title='Go!! Oh!!! NOOOOOO UTAH!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TNc376TdMvI/AAAAAAAAA6E/CUgLkJ-mtZM/s72-c/-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-1050165182314577608</id><published>2010-10-31T15:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:12:43.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween, and random updates!</title><content type='html'>Since Halloween fell upon a Sunday,&amp;nbsp; and I had to work on Saturday we missed the trick or treater's. However, I wasn't about to &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; dress up.....&lt;b&gt;my dogs&lt;/b&gt;. My little pup Ruby loves her sweaters. It cracks me up, I love to dress her up. I guess when I was growing up and was never interested in dolls or dress up, has finally caught up with me. Instead of Barbie, I have Ruby. It has been determined that Sadie is Lee's dog, and Ruby is mine. We both love our little dogs, but they for sure have picked their masters. These girls love "RIDES", in fact that is almost a four letter word in our house, if you say it, you better mean it, because the go crazy. Notice Ruby's way cute scary sweater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3fFQV3bCI/AAAAAAAAA5I/XUihvIWpuo8/s1600/DSCN0424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3fqgvCicI/AAAAAAAAA5g/rrGUYOZA1ls/s1600/DSCN0422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3jXuTLQ1I/AAAAAAAAA54/OP-S1HgYM-k/s1600/-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3jXuTLQ1I/AAAAAAAAA54/OP-S1HgYM-k/s320/-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;look at those smiles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These dogs are like our kids, so I thought it was only fitting to dress them up for Halloween. The original plan was to dress Ruby up like Yoda, but then I quickly realized that our whole family would have to be Star Wars characters, and i was not okay with that. I made Lee play along, and we tried to take a family picture with the timer on the camera. The following are our "attempts":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3fu6LsWUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/aqFkTpdMO1A/s1600/DSCN0423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3fu6LsWUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/aqFkTpdMO1A/s320/DSCN0423.JPG" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3fwlcG6WI/AAAAAAAAA5s/pHuMNVpCFyQ/s1600/DSCN0424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3fwlcG6WI/AAAAAAAAA5s/pHuMNVpCFyQ/s320/DSCN0424.JPG" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3fylZliHI/AAAAAAAAA5w/_qhcN4nPdIA/s1600/DSCN0425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3fylZliHI/AAAAAAAAA5w/_qhcN4nPdIA/s320/DSCN0425.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are two loving sisters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3f0SoZTII/AAAAAAAAA50/hq8l7dcyQbE/s1600/DSCN0426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3f0SoZTII/AAAAAAAAA50/hq8l7dcyQbE/s320/DSCN0426.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if we didn't look like &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;big&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; enough dog freaks..... ( Lee is such a good sport, I come up with these "good" ideas, and he is always willing to go along with them). I found pumpkin carving templates online, that looked like our dogs. We originally got 4 pumpkins, two for us, and two for the dogs. We only got around to carving the dog's pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3jg3tVyMI/AAAAAAAAA58/wFbdOeHkd2A/s1600/-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3jg3tVyMI/AAAAAAAAA58/wFbdOeHkd2A/s320/-5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Lee's. His looks a lot more like a dog than mine does. This is supposed to be Sadie, and I think he did a pretty good job. Captures our dog's big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3jhoSUYHI/AAAAAAAAA6A/6spY2uYVMjU/s1600/-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3jhoSUYHI/AAAAAAAAA6A/6spY2uYVMjU/s320/-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my attempt at carving Ruby. Its hard to tell, but there was a lot of "shading"(ya know when you scratch away the orange part of the pumpkin??). So as of now, this pumpkin looks like a lion...but in the day light, it totally looks like a mini schnauzer..kinda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3fWR5xclI/AAAAAAAAA5c/iV6Oc7TCwTI/s1600/DSCN0423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3fWR5xclI/AAAAAAAAA5c/iV6Oc7TCwTI/s320/DSCN0423.JPG" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..and ya...chopped my hair.&amp;nbsp; It was a lot shorter, but have promised Lee to let it grow out. I am hoping for a pretty awesome mullet. Ya know....business in the front and party in the back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt; document.write(unescape("%20%20%20%20%3Ca%20href%3D%22 http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22blank%22%3E%3Cimg%20 src%3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/rsgallery/original/frankly button.png %22%20border%3D%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E")); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-1050165182314577608?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1050165182314577608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=1050165182314577608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/1050165182314577608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/1050165182314577608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-and-random-updates.html' title='Halloween, and random updates!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TM3jXuTLQ1I/AAAAAAAAA54/OP-S1HgYM-k/s72-c/-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-1232058712918323392</id><published>2010-09-11T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:31:36.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vet Tech?</title><content type='html'>I have been pondering my education for quite sometime. Seeing as how I have not gone back to school for 2 semesters. I was working on a mass comm degree. I have my associates in general studies from SLCC. However I have been thinking more and more of what I want to do with my life. I have a good job now, but its for sure not something I want to do forever. Anyone that knows me, knows that I am a big animal lover. I have been considering enrolling into a vet tech program. I do know that in the state of Utah you dont have the be licensed, but I would rather have the leg up. If anyone knows about this field (ERICA) please give me some advice. After having to put my buddy to sleep, and watching my 2 dogs grow up, I know I want to work with animals. Thoughts??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-1232058712918323392?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1232058712918323392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=1232058712918323392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/1232058712918323392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/1232058712918323392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/09/vet-tech.html' title='Vet Tech?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-8302452807457733602</id><published>2010-08-02T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:07:13.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TFdpAbkjirI/AAAAAAAAA44/BjLXx9FeGBw/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TFdpAbkjirI/AAAAAAAAA44/BjLXx9FeGBw/s320/-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I was faced with a very difficult decision. My dog Bandit, who I have had since I was 12 was very sick. He started acting very lethargic and wouldn't eat anything unless you forced him. Anyone that has met Bandit knows he is like a garbage disposal and would eat just about anything. He is the only dog I know of that would eat cooked tomatoes. Knowing that he was acting out of character I made a vet visit appointment for him. With my job being as lame as it is, I couldn't get time off to take him in, so my mom had to take him in. After Dr. Belnap checked him out and did some blood work, the prognosis came back and it wasn't a good one. Bandit had 3 tumors, and was in kidney failure. With Bandit's size and age of 12, Dr. Belnap said he is like a 93 year old man. We discussed our options with Dr. Belnap, who said surgery was out of the question, and at best he would have a few months, but would basically starve to death.&amp;nbsp; After hearing that news we knew what we needed to do, as hard as it would be, it is what was best for my buddy. Friday night I stayed at my mom's and slept on the floor for a little while with my dog for his last night, and rubbed his back and told him it was okay to go. On Saturday morning we took Bandit to the park before going to the vet. He explored around the park, and had enough energy to even roll around in the grass., We then took him to Dr. Belnap's office and put him to sleep. He went very peacefully, and I really think he knew what was happening and knew that this was best for him. We didn't want him to suffer, and it would have just been us being selfish by keeping him alive longer. After leaving Dr. Belnap's office we took Bandit home and buried him next to his girlfriend, Kiera, who had been hit by a car a year ago. I can just imagine them playing with tennis balls, and wrestling again. Makes me smile to think of the two of them playing together again. Brings a tear to my eye to think Bandit isn't around, but as a dog mom, I had to make the best decision for him. My mom left the decision up to me, since he was my dog. Bandit and I grew up together, and he always took care of me. I can remember anytime I was sad, Bandit would be right there to give me a lick and cuddle, and when I was happy he was there waging his tail like crazy. He was an amazing dog and could never be replaced. I love my little rug rat dogs that we have, but Bandit was truly &lt;strike&gt;man&lt;/strike&gt; woman's best friend. Lee made me feel better by telling me his Dad was probably throwing a tennis ball for Bandit, and that his Dad would take care of him now. Lee and my girls ( Sadie and Ruby ) even sent my flowers at work on Friday to make me feel better. What a cute family I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will for sure miss Bandit, but know that he is happy and playing like crazy now. I also wanted to say thank you to Dr. Eric Belnap for being so kind and comforting to my mom, and I. He allowed us to be there with Bandit, and take him home to be buried in his yard. Thank you for your kind words and hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-8302452807457733602?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8302452807457733602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=8302452807457733602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8302452807457733602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8302452807457733602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-buddy.html' title='My Buddy'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TFdpAbkjirI/AAAAAAAAA44/BjLXx9FeGBw/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-1662032821492690474</id><published>2010-07-25T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:36:09.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pine View Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend we basically lived at the lake. On Saturday, Lee's boss invited us up to watch the wake board competition and hang out on his boat. We both got so burnt. But it was well worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0NoygDkkI/AAAAAAAAA3o/l6pvso8zX8c/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0NoygDkkI/AAAAAAAAA3o/l6pvso8zX8c/s320/-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had such a good time we deiced we wanted to come back up to the lake on Sunday and hangout on the beach and let the dogs play. We hadn't taken Sadie swimming yet so we were excited to see how she would do. And as far as Ruby goes, we didn't think she would be much of a swimmer, and we were right.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0OH_9Vk3I/AAAAAAAAA3w/wuQkE6vY3fA/s1600/-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0OH_9Vk3I/AAAAAAAAA3w/wuQkE6vY3fA/s400/-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We tried to get Ruby to swim, but she hated it, so she spent most of the day lounging in a camping chair, or playing with my brother's dog Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0PtctNGBI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/eKXxUgHZY8Y/s1600/-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0PtctNGBI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/eKXxUgHZY8Y/s400/-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0PMCQtNQI/AAAAAAAAA34/gCxvup2Jeag/s1600/-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0PMCQtNQI/AAAAAAAAA34/gCxvup2Jeag/s400/-9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sadie loved the water, at first she was a little scared, but Lee got in the water to ease her fears. It wasn't to long after that she "took to the water like a fish". She loved diving in after her tennis ball. Or saving Lee whenever he looked as if he was in peril, she would swim to his rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0Pni_iV_I/AAAAAAAAA4A/nmxbLQIpKFI/s1600/-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0Pni_iV_I/AAAAAAAAA4A/nmxbLQIpKFI/s400/-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0PqneahSI/AAAAAAAAA4I/t3n7Z8ihWjA/s1600/-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0PqneahSI/AAAAAAAAA4I/t3n7Z8ihWjA/s400/-5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These dogs sure had a great time, and were very tired on the way home, they both slept like logs in the back seat of the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0P3ak1h2I/AAAAAAAAA4o/A8MSHIL8tpU/s1600/-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0P3ak1h2I/AAAAAAAAA4o/A8MSHIL8tpU/s400/-11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0P6bsi0FI/AAAAAAAAA4w/aGW4ca9O6mk/s1600/-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0P6bsi0FI/AAAAAAAAA4w/aGW4ca9O6mk/s400/-12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thanks to Andy and Michelle for making the drive to hang out at the lake. This post wouldn't be complete without their shining faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0PwHjzVoI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Yv909vxKBc4/s1600/-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0PwHjzVoI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Yv909vxKBc4/s400/-6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0PzY2yneI/AAAAAAAAA4g/BXWjGLu6Vtg/s1600/-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0PzY2yneI/AAAAAAAAA4g/BXWjGLu6Vtg/s400/-7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-1662032821492690474?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1662032821492690474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=1662032821492690474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/1662032821492690474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/1662032821492690474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/07/pine-view-weekend.html' title='Pine View Weekend'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0NoygDkkI/AAAAAAAAA3o/l6pvso8zX8c/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-7323917424943470784</id><published>2010-07-25T22:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:07:45.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Ruby Sue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0LKFfomZI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ZlQtrHYdRvQ/s1600/-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0LKFfomZI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ZlQtrHYdRvQ/s320/-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have converted Lee into being a dog lover.&amp;nbsp; We have our little Sadie lady, and we adore her. For the longest time I thought she needed a friend, because when we we're gone at work she would tear up socks and laundry because they smelled like us. My brother Andy's friend was getting a divorce, and their little dog didn't have anywhere to go. We we're this little dogs last hope, or otherwise she was off to the pound. I couldn't let a dog go to the pound when we have the room for one more at our home. I pleaded with Lee, and played the sympathy card that we we're this dogs last hope. Without much debate, we welcomed this little dog into our home the next day. Sadie wasn't to sure about her at first, but they quickly became friends and they play all the time, and even cuddle up against each other when they sleep. She is a little firecracker! She is a mini schnauzer, and has a little bit of the barking that comes with a smaller dog, but other than that she is just a lovable dog. She always wants to be right next to people and if you let her she would cuddle all day with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-7323917424943470784?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7323917424943470784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=7323917424943470784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/7323917424943470784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/7323917424943470784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/07/introducing-ruby-sue.html' title='Introducing Ruby Sue'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/TE0LKFfomZI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ZlQtrHYdRvQ/s72-c/-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-7398573694117915445</id><published>2010-03-07T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:08:45.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Lee</title><content type='html'>My sweet pea Lee is amazing. I woke up Saturday with a awful head cold, without even having to ask for medicine,&amp;nbsp; Lee asked me if I needed anything. I told him I was all congested and had a headache. Being the husband he is, he knew we didn't have any cold medicine, he volunteered to go to the store for me and fetch me some medicine. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to long after he left he returned home with medicine, but also all the fixings to make a great breakfast. Bless his heart, Lee needs some assistance in the kitchen, so I ended up making breakfast. After all, it was the least I could do for him, after he ran to the store without me even asking. Love that man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! P.S. Totally won the weight loss challenge. I didn't end up winning the $100, instead I managed to talk Lee into buying a new bedroom set and new king mattress. In his words, "Whatever makes you happy my dear". We are going to start remodeling the bedroom, and I plan to put Lee's carpentry skills to use. Pictures to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-7398573694117915445?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7398573694117915445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=7398573694117915445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/7398573694117915445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/7398573694117915445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-lee.html' title='Sweet Lee'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-2657014340170468838</id><published>2010-02-16T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:22:47.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there!</title><content type='html'>The weight loss challenge continues!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at my goal weight, and am maintaining it. Lee did say that when the end of the month comes whomever is at their goal weight wins. In the event that we both meet our goal weight it will come down to who lost more, once meeting their goal weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kicking Lee's butt pretty much. Lee told me today that he is still 11 pounds away from his goal. Suddenly I'm not so worried about this challenge anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did go grocery shopping and got a lot of temptation food for Lee. All is fair in &lt;strike&gt;love&lt;/strike&gt;,weight loss and war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-2657014340170468838?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2657014340170468838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=2657014340170468838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2657014340170468838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2657014340170468838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/02/almost-there.html' title='Almost there!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6058766430412987510</id><published>2010-02-02T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:21:35.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 day challenge</title><content type='html'>On 1/31/2010 Lee decided that he wanted to start a challenge. He put $100 bucks on the line, which got me interested. Lee challenged me to a weight loss challenge. Whoever gets to their goal weight by the end of the month of February wins the cash, and can spend it however they like. I felt pretty confidant that I could beat him in this challenge so I accepted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee needs to lose 20 pounds to get to his goal weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie needs to lose 5.5 pounds to get to her goal weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I should win right? Well, those dang boys lose weight a lot easier than girls do. On 2/1/2010, Lee informed me that he had all ready lost 2 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a long month. Lee knows that I wont eat fish or eggs, so on Monday he called me to inform me that he had bought all this food that was going to help him beat me. I came home to a house that smelt like tuna and boiled eggs. GAG!!! In the spirit of competition, I hit up the store for my own food to help me stick to the plan. Our fridge looks like there was a line drawn in the sand. His food is on one side, and mine on the other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I haven't missed a day of working out, and don't plan to lose this challenge. If anyone wants to go for a jog let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-6058766430412987510?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6058766430412987510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6058766430412987510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6058766430412987510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6058766430412987510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/02/28-day-challenge.html' title='28 day challenge'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-3913238600017069981</id><published>2010-01-17T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:51:24.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belly Rub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadie'/><title type='text'>Belly Rub?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qlKBJCN4I/AAAAAAAAA24/B63pqLDYyio/s1600-h/kdk_0102.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425330292644788098" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qlKBJCN4I/AAAAAAAAA24/B63pqLDYyio/s400/kdk_0102.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie is so spoiled, and I think she knows that she can pretty much get whatever she wants. She has this new habit, and I don't know where she picked it up. If me or Lee are sitting down and one of our legs are crossed, so one of our foots is in the air she will come over to it so we can pet her with out feet. You may be saying, ya that's normal for dogs to do. But wait, there's more! When she comes over, if we don't start petting her right away she will lift her back leg, and extend it out so we can reach her belly. The first couple of times she did it, we thought it was a fluke, but its now a everyday occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qlJpEhCRI/AAAAAAAAA2w/_ewGadMCD-k/s1600-h/kdk_0101.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425330286183385362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qlJpEhCRI/AAAAAAAAA2w/_ewGadMCD-k/s400/kdk_0101.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qlKegVh2I/AAAAAAAAA3A/Efv5aWylBIs/s1600-h/ShabbyBlogsDividerF.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425330300527150946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qlKegVh2I/AAAAAAAAA3A/Efv5aWylBIs/s400/ShabbyBlogsDividerF.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 96px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-3913238600017069981?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3913238600017069981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=3913238600017069981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3913238600017069981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3913238600017069981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/01/belly-rub.html' title='Belly Rub?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qlKBJCN4I/AAAAAAAAA24/B63pqLDYyio/s72-c/kdk_0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-4316936877089231547</id><published>2010-01-12T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:42:01.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Bulldog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adorable'/><title type='text'>I think I need one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qi3fLmFcI/AAAAAAAAA2g/1ej-PK3Wswg/s1600-h/kdk_0086.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425327775267820994" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qi3fLmFcI/AAAAAAAAA2g/1ej-PK3Wswg/s400/kdk_0086.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute friend Maria just adopted a English Bulldog. He is adorable. She brought him into work to show me and I considered stealing him. I think these dogs are adorable, in the way, they are so ugly that they are cute. Lee doesn't see the same level of cuteness that I do, and I havent convinced him enough that we can get one. Don't get me wrong I love my little Sadie, but I think as a dog parent, its unfair of me to deprive her of having a friend. Ha ha, I think I might try to pitch that angle to Lee! Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qi8t1EqXI/AAAAAAAAA2o/bnV2jwT8PTA/s1600-h/ShabbyBlogsDividerF.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425327865099233650" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qi8t1EqXI/AAAAAAAAA2o/bnV2jwT8PTA/s400/ShabbyBlogsDividerF.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 96px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-4316936877089231547?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4316936877089231547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=4316936877089231547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4316936877089231547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4316936877089231547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-i-need-one.html' title='I think I need one'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qi3fLmFcI/AAAAAAAAA2g/1ej-PK3Wswg/s72-c/kdk_0086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-8207723208918076491</id><published>2010-01-11T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:13:09.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hog'/><title type='text'>Wanna ride my hog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qg19j9VNI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/9qZDndY_eac/s1600-h/kdk_0088.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425325550040077522" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qg19j9VNI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/9qZDndY_eac/s400/kdk_0088.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I was driving home I saw the coolest guy on the freeway. When I saw him it made me miss my scooter. But after gliding through the intersection like shamu and over the top of a Jeep, Lee says I cant have another scooter. You almost get hit by one car, and then all of a sudden you cant have another scooter. Jeeze, he is so particular! Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. If I ever get another scooter, I want to be like this guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qg2P_xZOI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/YZcvbViuQB4/s1600-h/ShabbyBlogsDividerF.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425325554988573922" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qg2P_xZOI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/YZcvbViuQB4/s400/ShabbyBlogsDividerF.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 96px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-8207723208918076491?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8207723208918076491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=8207723208918076491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8207723208918076491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8207723208918076491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/01/wanna-ride-my-hog.html' title='Wanna ride my hog?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qg19j9VNI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/9qZDndY_eac/s72-c/kdk_0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-2786743110750758529</id><published>2010-01-10T20:37:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:15:12.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rio Tinto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowcross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowmobile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>Snowcross!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qfHqfX6rI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Lg0WyLGENT4/s1600-h/kdk_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qfHqfX6rI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Lg0WyLGENT4/s400/kdk_0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425323655134964402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas I got Lee tickets to Snow Cross, since he loves anything with an engine. He used to be a big time snowmobiler, and still loves it even though he doesnt have a snowmobile right now. It was the first year that snowcross came to Utah, and it was in the new Rio Tinto stadium. The event was outside, and was sooo cold!! We knew it would be cold, so we dressed accordingly, but according to Lee it was "biting" cold. Im pretty sure that just means it was way cold! I think it was around 25 degrees. I was trying to be a trooper, so I never asked to leave or complain when I was cold. I thought for sure Lee would have wanted to stay for the whole thing, but after the pro races Lee turned to me with rosy cheeks and a red nose and asked if I was ready to go because he was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qfHZ48idI/AAAAAAAAA2A/OWuibafOqxc/s1600-h/kdk_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qfHZ48idI/AAAAAAAAA2A/OWuibafOqxc/s400/kdk_0094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425323650678819282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These guys were getting so high off the jump and doing tricks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qfGx7pVKI/AAAAAAAAA14/vTi3gJfMXuA/s1600-h/kdk_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qfGx7pVKI/AAAAAAAAA14/vTi3gJfMXuA/s400/kdk_0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425323639952725154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So high!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qfGsE8LZI/AAAAAAAAA1w/lQtSkgdinsE/s1600-h/kdk_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qfGsE8LZI/AAAAAAAAA1w/lQtSkgdinsE/s400/kdk_0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425323638381096338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lee loved this snowcat, he said he wanted one. When I asked him what he would do with it, he said he would just drive it around and plow the roads for people. He is such a little kid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qfGEs2nCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ut9K6frK_hQ/s1600-h/kdk_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qfGEs2nCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ut9K6frK_hQ/s400/kdk_0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425323627811085346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over all the night was fun. After we left we were trying to run to the truck, and our feet were so cold it hurt to run because we kept getting charlie horses. To top off our date night, we got some of the best pizza in Utah from Zeponies and just hung out at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qdGP4fPWI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/cCRJLvvnul4/s1600-h/ShabbyBlogsDividerF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qdGP4fPWI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/cCRJLvvnul4/s400/ShabbyBlogsDividerF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425321431789419874" 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/1348333455191506305-2786743110750758529?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2786743110750758529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=2786743110750758529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2786743110750758529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2786743110750758529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/01/snowcross.html' title='Snowcross!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0qfHqfX6rI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Lg0WyLGENT4/s72-c/kdk_0097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-507026154951823359</id><published>2010-01-06T13:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:52:06.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mama!</title><content type='html'>We are so proud of our little Sadie. She is such a quick learner. She all ready knew sit when we got her, and she picked up on lay down pretty quickly. We wanted to expand her repertoire and teach her some new tricks. We thought "shake" would be a good one, she mastered it in 2 days!! I don't know who was more excited about her progress, her or us. We are like proud parents! We will be teaching her new tricks as time goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-507026154951823359?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/507026154951823359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=507026154951823359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/507026154951823359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/507026154951823359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2010/01/proud-mama.html' title='Proud Mama!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-4800927584271834067</id><published>2009-12-13T14:09:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:38:28.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The newest Schultz family member..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0P3htv4vmI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/FmO9FGjxSE8/s1600-h/ShabbyBlogsDividerF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0P3htv4vmI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/FmO9FGjxSE8/s400/ShabbyBlogsDividerF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423450534872399458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SyVa2_BmbVI/AAAAAAAAA04/lXjTAJDDJMw/s1600-h/Sadie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SyVa2_BmbVI/AAAAAAAAA04/lXjTAJDDJMw/s400/Sadie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414834027660471634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Introducing Sadie Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that knows me, knows that I love dogs. Lee and I had discussed getting a puppy for Christmas, and that since we now have a house, we could have a dog. I had decided that I wanted to rescue a dog and adopt a dog who really needed a home. Lee was on board with this decision as well. The very next day, we found a cute dog who needed a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Salina doing a show, when I got a phone call from Lee telling me about a little black dog who needed a home. This little dog has tons of energy, and we got her from the Roberts family(Our Brother in Laws parents). She is about a year and a half old, so she still has some puppy spunk in her. She is a sweetheart and loves to cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what we can tell, she is a mix of a Lab retriever and a Australian Shephard. She is to smart, for her own good sometimes. When we are at work, we would put her in our laundry room so she couldn't get into trouble, one day she figured out how to get out of the room. She dug through our laundry and got one of Lee's sweatshirts, she carried it into our bedroom and just layed on it until Lee got home. She loves Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not a morning dog! When I leave for work I try to get her to go out before I leave, but she just wants to sleep. She climbs onto our bed and lays in my spot, hoping that I wont pick her up to take her outside. She is always learning, and she is becoming  an awesome dog. We can now trust her to leave her in the house and roam free when we leave, as long as she has a treat and a toy to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SyVaHdl7CKI/AAAAAAAAA0w/e4wpWq5STBs/s1600-h/Sadie+in+bed..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SyVaHdl7CKI/AAAAAAAAA0w/e4wpWq5STBs/s400/Sadie+in+bed..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414833211232159906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so spoiled, and we love her so much. She has a permanent spot in our family. Everyone that meets her loves her, and she is such a pretty dog. We are still working on getting her trained to stay in the yard. All of our neighbors have dogs and she is eager to become friends, however she doesn't always see the cars coming up the road. She is starting to understand that she just cant take off anymore, and we will just keep working with her so she can stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SyVZtDhdX5I/AAAAAAAAA0o/NAQiVl_Wa0o/s1600-h/Sadie+in+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SyVZtDhdX5I/AAAAAAAAA0o/NAQiVl_Wa0o/s400/Sadie+in+leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414832757557518226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so glad to have her in our family. She is such a great addition to our home, and is always excited for us to come home and play with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-4800927584271834067?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4800927584271834067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=4800927584271834067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4800927584271834067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4800927584271834067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/12/newest-schultz-family-member.html' title='The newest Schultz family member..'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/S0P3htv4vmI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/FmO9FGjxSE8/s72-c/ShabbyBlogsDividerF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-124006420682236481</id><published>2009-11-25T11:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:19:44.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technicolor bruise</title><content type='html'>My mom called me yesterday to check on me and see how I was feeling, I was trying to explain to her how my eye looked and it went something like this: It is yellow and red and black and brown and purple and blue. It reminded me of Joseph and the technicolor dream coat. You can tell by my face in this picture that I am really concerned on how I look...Just be warned.. I have been home since Monday hanging out with my brothers dog. If small children are in the room you may want to divert their eyes from this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo08/b3/ec/934e0ef81737__1259145128000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo08/b3/ec/934e0ef81737__1259145128000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scary huh!!! I have to work tomorrow, and have a show on Friday so hopefully I can cover some of that up with some makeup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-124006420682236481?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/124006420682236481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=124006420682236481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/124006420682236481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/124006420682236481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/11/technicolor-bruise.html' title='Technicolor bruise'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-8013180205588337378</id><published>2009-11-24T15:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:52:34.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas lights..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo20/66/40/37e5b3cc85ca__1259074313000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo20/66/40/37e5b3cc85ca__1259074313000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the time of year that christmas lights go up. My mom's husband Allen fell off of a roof a few years ago and hurt himself badly. My mother's balance is awful, and since I had put christmas lights up for her in years past, I had no issues climbing up to put them up for her. Lee wanted to help me put the lights up, but being the impatient and stubborn person I am, I didnt wait for him. My mom's house has a steep roof, I wad run the extension cord up to the roof, and was ready to start putting up the lights. I was starting on the corner of the roof, and there just happened to be a tree on that side of the house, and branches were hanging on the roof. These branches were in my way...and I tripped over them and fell off of the roof. Yes, I fell. I tried to grab onto branches on the tree to catch myself, but the branches were not strong enough and ended up taking them down with me. I didnt break anything, I just have some awesome bruises and cuts. This lovely black eye needs to go away . I am in a play called the "Altos", and I have a show on Friday, so hopefully it wont be so bad by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are scary...but this is the worst of my injuries.. Pay no attention to my awesome hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo18/c4/3c/4b28a8503f2c__1259074946000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo18/c4/3c/4b28a8503f2c__1259074946000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first picture is from the ER, and the 2nd is from last night. Believe it or not, the black eye is worse....My doctor told me to take a few days off from work, so I am just hanging out at home...bored. Daytime TV is super boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the E.R. at Lakeview, they told me that I was the first one to come in from a christmas lights accident. So I at least can have that as bragging rights..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-8013180205588337378?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8013180205588337378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=8013180205588337378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8013180205588337378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8013180205588337378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas lights..'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6010476630074933430</id><published>2009-10-03T21:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:15:50.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One year down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One year ago I married my best friend! Can you believe it? A whole year?? Lee and I have actually been together for about 4 years now. Lee is such a great man. Our first date, the proposal, and the wedding. I have so many stories about him. But mainly I love this man, and am proud to be his wife!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SsgRAcAUyNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/x8HCsYKgKvQ/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SsgRAcAUyNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/x8HCsYKgKvQ/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388575653364025554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For our anniversary Lee surprised with these amazing flowers at work, which made my day. We had planned to go to our favorite restaurant, the Paris in SLC. Before we went Lee told me he had a little something for me, turns out it was the coolest thing ever...YEP!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://47B95180-EB27-4011-9432-9C410CB5D8B7/beatles-rock-band.jpg" alt="beatles-rock-band.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was the Beatles rock band. I love me some rock band, and the Beatles. But to have them both together!?! Pure genius. I got Lee a new Utes hat and shirt, as he is a die hard fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SsgQUD0Yl8I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/fZeyRgdabG0/s1600-h/kdk_0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SsgQUD0Yl8I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/fZeyRgdabG0/s400/kdk_0296.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388574890957248450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are so excited for the new adventures that are going to come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The new house is so fun, and we love living in Centerville!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-6010476630074933430?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6010476630074933430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6010476630074933430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6010476630074933430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6010476630074933430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-year-down.html' title='One year down...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SsgRAcAUyNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/x8HCsYKgKvQ/s72-c/DSC_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-1763426402746543080</id><published>2009-09-21T22:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:58:20.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SrhZJFY1LOI/AAAAAAAAA0A/2oF609v-mgM/s1600-h/kdk_0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SrhZJFY1LOI/AAAAAAAAA0A/2oF609v-mgM/s400/kdk_0189.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384151367121448162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;We did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;We took the step!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;We are now home owners!! We found a way cute house in Centerville. It's super cute! We love it. When we get all unpacked and organized I will post pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-1763426402746543080?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1763426402746543080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=1763426402746543080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/1763426402746543080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/1763426402746543080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-house.html' title='New House!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SrhZJFY1LOI/AAAAAAAAA0A/2oF609v-mgM/s72-c/kdk_0189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-1575731883638834485</id><published>2009-07-09T10:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:58:47.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting!!</title><content type='html'>Our lease is up soon, which means we have some decisions to make. My oldest brother Matt has his own business being a mortgage broker. We went through him to get our mortgage, and did a great job. If anyone needs help with a mortgage, Matt can take care of ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been approved, so now the hard part comes... trying to find a place to live! We are thinking we want to live in the Bountiful area. It's exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows of cute houses in the Bountiful/Centerville area let me know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-1575731883638834485?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1575731883638834485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=1575731883638834485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/1575731883638834485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/1575731883638834485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/07/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-8467869585462647602</id><published>2009-07-08T22:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:42:03.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>89 years young!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SlVzUtJKNFI/AAAAAAAAAzY/oUFZzbzYBOQ/s1600-h/DSCN0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SlVzUtJKNFI/AAAAAAAAAzY/oUFZzbzYBOQ/s400/DSCN0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356314131379663954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been slacking with blogging lately! Sorry, I will try to not suck at it. In June, it was my grandma's birthday and she is now 89 years old!! She is still a spit fire. We had a birthday party for her at her apartments and played bingo with all her friends. She is too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SlVzVZeNdkI/AAAAAAAAAzg/8_Aw9h7msRQ/s1600-h/DSCN0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SlVzVZeNdkI/AAAAAAAAAzg/8_Aw9h7msRQ/s400/DSCN0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356314143279117890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My awesome grandma and her friends having cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my grandma's birthday, my brother Andy was teasing her that he was going to get a tattoo for her. We didnt believe him, but as it turns out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SlVzo4IimBI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8ujsecEn2mo/s1600-h/DSCN0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SlVzo4IimBI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8ujsecEn2mo/s400/DSCN0358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356314477927241746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SlVzpYNyO0I/AAAAAAAAAzw/6KZo3Kyuqcs/s1600-h/DSCN0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SlVzpYNyO0I/AAAAAAAAAzw/6KZo3Kyuqcs/s400/DSCN0361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356314486539172674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It turned out pretty cool. We called my grandma when we were at the tattoo shop, it was around 9 p.m., and we asked her what her favorite color was, she told us not to buy her anything.. so then we posed the question, of if she had to wear a blouse, the same color for the rest of her life, she chose blue. She then told me to not come visit her or call her anymore that night, since it was past her bedtime. She cracks me up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy opted to get the year she was born with her name as well. They guy that tattoo'd thought we had mispelled Vepsa, but sure enough, I think we have the one and only Vesta!!! Love you Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did have a health scare recently with mini strokes but she is now home and doing well. She might have to have surgery, but more updates to come with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-8467869585462647602?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8467869585462647602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=8467869585462647602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8467869585462647602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8467869585462647602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/07/89-years-young.html' title='89 years young!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SlVzUtJKNFI/AAAAAAAAAzY/oUFZzbzYBOQ/s72-c/DSCN0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-3164496584775905229</id><published>2009-06-05T10:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:30:55.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Force Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sis0Xvw951I/AAAAAAAAAx4/NPMD3NVBZsY/s1600-h/kdk_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sis0Xvw951I/AAAAAAAAAx4/NPMD3NVBZsY/s400/kdk_0091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344422965368710994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sis0XRl_sUI/AAAAAAAAAxw/8xn_tIJdgPk/s1600-h/kdk_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sis0XRl_sUI/AAAAAAAAAxw/8xn_tIJdgPk/s400/kdk_0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344422957269627202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sis0XDqN9LI/AAAAAAAAAxo/TbK5BNx8biw/s1600-h/kdk_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sis0XDqN9LI/AAAAAAAAAxo/TbK5BNx8biw/s400/kdk_0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344422953529242802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Utah right now its Air Force week, the other night Lee and I were out BBQ'ing and we kept hearing planes, we didnt think much about it. However we then saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cool to see these planes close, and kind of scary at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-3164496584775905229?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3164496584775905229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=3164496584775905229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3164496584775905229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3164496584775905229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/air-force-week.html' title='Air Force Week'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sis0Xvw951I/AAAAAAAAAx4/NPMD3NVBZsY/s72-c/kdk_0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6854944146442491208</id><published>2009-06-05T10:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:30:01.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our awesome garage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sis0KxMlMWI/AAAAAAAAAxg/meUQ4Cn4RDU/s1600-h/kdk_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sis0KxMlMWI/AAAAAAAAAxg/meUQ4Cn4RDU/s400/kdk_0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344422742414668130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are renting a older home right now, and our lease is up in October. We like our little house, but are excited to move.... Here is one of the reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our garage has broken twice, and gets all twisted and then it wont open or close. The first time it happened, and 300 bucks later it was fixed after 2 days...then maybe a week later it broke again...Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-6854944146442491208?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6854944146442491208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6854944146442491208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6854944146442491208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6854944146442491208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-awesome-garage.html' title='Our awesome garage...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sis0KxMlMWI/AAAAAAAAAxg/meUQ4Cn4RDU/s72-c/kdk_0096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6709835872638066564</id><published>2009-06-05T09:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:29:14.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday trip to Seattle</title><content type='html'>It was my birthday last week, and for the occasion we decided to drive up to Seattle to visit my brother and his cute little family. My brother Andy and his wife Michelle came with us on the adventure. The drive from Utah to Washington is more or less about 12 hours, so imagine all four of us stuffed into our little rental car with all of our stuff. It was amazing. I guess one good thing about getting a rental car is that you have to be 25 to drive it...well, I am not, so I lucked out on having to take a turn to drive. I studied mi Espanol, and took siesta's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got to Casa de los Keddingtons ( see my Spanish is getting better ) I couldn't believe how big Davis was/is. He is so big now, and I am pretty sure that my nephew is a lot cooler than I am. He is soo smart, Shane has taught him some sign language to ask for more, and a few other things. I taught him to count to three, and he just picked it up so fast. He is a sponge! I had so much fun playing with him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good to be able to spend time with Shane and Cindy. They are my favorite people that live in Washington. It was depressing to find out that Shane weighs exactlly one pound less than I do. For those of you that don't know my brother Shane, he has weighed the same weight since the 8th grade, and is about 6 foot, and is 32...and his 23 yr old sister weighs more than him. I will be running this weekend to drop that pound! Ha ha. My cute brother baked me a cake and made everyone sing to me. Shane and I have similiar cars, but he has the way faster version of mine, so when we were up there he let me drive it around downtown Seattle. It was super fast, but scary since his car is his car and is protective. Cindy had to work ( TYPICALL ) most of the weekend so we didnt have to much time with her, but I still love her the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a funny observation of the difference between Seattle people and Salt Lake people when we were downtown on Saturday. There was this HUGE protest for socialized medicine going on in front of one of Cindy's stores.I mean, it was huge, with a band, and marching wih picket signs. I thought it was funny/great of how passionate these people were for the issue, but then had to laugh because I couldnt imagine a protest of this size going on downtown Salt Lake. We went to Pike's market, which is always fun, and hung out with some of Shane's friends while seeing the night life of Seattle. Shane was determined to show me the local night life and not the tourist places. We tried to hit up a local kareoke spot, but the night we went they had live music instead. All in all the weekend was really fun, it was sad to leave but hopefully the Kedd's can come visit in July ( THIS IS A HINT CINDY ). 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height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sisy4zEoYmI/AAAAAAAAAwo/2mlhfP4o8HE/s400/kdk_0058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344421334168920674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sisy4ihb6lI/AAAAAAAAAwg/TvQMhwU_XQ4/s1600-h/kdk_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sisy4ihb6lI/AAAAAAAAAwg/TvQMhwU_XQ4/s400/kdk_0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344421329726335570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sisy4ZIoVPI/AAAAAAAAAwY/wGjB8UmOHV4/s1600-h/kdk_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sisy4ZIoVPI/AAAAAAAAAwY/wGjB8UmOHV4/s400/kdk_0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344421327206372594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sisy4VqeG-I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/SBiw36cwo7c/s1600-h/kdk_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sisy4VqeG-I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/SBiw36cwo7c/s400/kdk_0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344421326274567138" 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/1348333455191506305-6709835872638066564?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6709835872638066564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6709835872638066564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6709835872638066564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6709835872638066564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-trip-to-seattle.html' title='Birthday trip to Seattle'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SiszcOBsYsI/AAAAAAAAAxY/5QoEiN4JmYs/s72-c/kdk_0075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-7666385234688618849</id><published>2009-04-18T21:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:06:05.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding pictures, HURRAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqiqDziawI/AAAAAAAAAvw/lVpoAPxaTTU/s1600-h/DSC_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqiqDziawI/AAAAAAAAAvw/lVpoAPxaTTU/s400/DSC_0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326248352778709762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Seqipz2XsKI/AAAAAAAAAvo/k7TgAnz7-_0/s1600-h/DSC_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Seqipz2XsKI/AAAAAAAAAvo/k7TgAnz7-_0/s400/DSC_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326248348495622306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Seqip-TSw4I/AAAAAAAAAvg/wSVgbbkCq2E/s1600-h/DSC_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqipBrVrOI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/87SiqlpDcPM/s400/DSC_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326248335027580130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqiBgdU40I/AAAAAAAAAvI/z_EzfPVxep0/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqiBgdU40I/AAAAAAAAAvI/z_EzfPVxep0/s400/DSC_0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326247656095540034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqiBeJapdI/AAAAAAAAAvA/NNXMfk4lZnA/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqiBeJapdI/AAAAAAAAAvA/NNXMfk4lZnA/s400/DSC_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326247655475160530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqiBIhLjTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ZF3jWo8-geM/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqiAuPc2NI/AAAAAAAAAuo/sYexp__BytU/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326247642615568594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqhbzY-0OI/AAAAAAAAAug/vF3hrOW-r_4/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqhbzY-0OI/AAAAAAAAAug/vF3hrOW-r_4/s400/DSC_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326247008342560994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqhbmAZ1wI/AAAAAAAAAuY/7rfSUNva9CQ/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqhbmAZ1wI/AAAAAAAAAuY/7rfSUNva9CQ/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326247004749813506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqhbsQ1TKI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ucNdsyb2mEk/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqhbsQ1TKI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ucNdsyb2mEk/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326247006429334690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqhbRpRzuI/AAAAAAAAAuI/lUzzbqN-9ZM/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqhbRpRzuI/AAAAAAAAAuI/lUzzbqN-9ZM/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326246999284109026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqhbXJyX3I/AAAAAAAAAuA/ctjZm4boirs/s1600-h/DSC_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqhbXJyX3I/AAAAAAAAAuA/ctjZm4boirs/s400/DSC_0278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326247000762638194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am late putting these up, seeing as how we got them in like February, but better late then never right? Lee's sister and brother in law ( well mine too now!!) did such an awesome job for us. Thanks so much Katie and Steve, and yes Katie, it is weird that I have your name now!! Anyway, there are sooo many pictures to choose from, so here is a sampler. Ha ha, whatevs, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-7666385234688618849?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7666385234688618849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=7666385234688618849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/7666385234688618849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/7666385234688618849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/04/wedding-pictures-hurray.html' title='Wedding pictures, HURRAY!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SeqiqDziawI/AAAAAAAAAvw/lVpoAPxaTTU/s72-c/DSC_0204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-3900617141301597336</id><published>2009-04-18T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:45:24.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Motocross super stars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SkGvW1X_-5I/AAAAAAAAAyA/-sNrcRz0VJU/s1600-h/DSCN0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SkGvW1X_-5I/AAAAAAAAAyA/-sNrcRz0VJU/s400/DSCN0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350750639112584082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sevzh80km-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/IIMD3JWzlF4/s1600-h/DSCN0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sevzh80km-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/IIMD3JWzlF4/s400/DSCN0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326618748883606498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sevzheu6QQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/DP8quyODqlU/s1600-h/DSCN0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/Sevzheu6QQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/DP8quyODqlU/s400/DSCN0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326618740806795522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that its warm, it means that its time to go riding. So far this year Lee has rolled my four wheeler on top of him, and I have burned a hole through my riding pants on my pipe, so I think we are done (well almost) with our accidents and its going to be a good riding season. Today we went to the "Delle" with my two brothers, nephews and sister-in-laws. It was a way muddy day, but super fun. I guess dirt bike riding is not a clean sport. As you can see from the pictures of my four wheeler, I got super muddy! Lee is a x-gamer, as you can tell from his jumping ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-3900617141301597336?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3900617141301597336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=3900617141301597336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3900617141301597336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3900617141301597336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/04/motocross-super-stars.html' title='Motocross super stars!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SkGvW1X_-5I/AAAAAAAAAyA/-sNrcRz0VJU/s72-c/DSCN0306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6976479328032995561</id><published>2009-02-15T19:47:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:06:33.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Jorge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjWXmN4KzI/AAAAAAAAAso/5fU20NN-ncQ/s1600-h/DSCN0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjWXmN4KzI/AAAAAAAAAso/5fU20NN-ncQ/s400/DSCN0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303224262112848690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjWXX7vXEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/5OOb7xM7JTs/s1600-h/DSCN0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjWXX7vXEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/5OOb7xM7JTs/s400/DSCN0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303224258278677570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjWXG89NoI/AAAAAAAAAsY/8yR8s3DQXOQ/s1600-h/DSCN0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjWXG89NoI/AAAAAAAAAsY/8yR8s3DQXOQ/s400/DSCN0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303224253720376962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVklvY-VI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/z0W-_ftjdbg/s1600-h/DSCN0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVklvY-VI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/z0W-_ftjdbg/s400/DSCN0203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303223385811646802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVkP0N0TI/AAAAAAAAAsI/fybi1qwqPE4/s1600-h/DSCN0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVkP0N0TI/AAAAAAAAAsI/fybi1qwqPE4/s400/DSCN0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303223379926307122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVji2gtpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/2rYcT8itsM8/s1600-h/DSCN0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVji2gtpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/2rYcT8itsM8/s400/DSCN0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303223367856338578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVjHjwgoI/AAAAAAAAAr4/y2gFrt4pOyU/s1600-h/DSCN0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVjHjwgoI/AAAAAAAAAr4/y2gFrt4pOyU/s400/DSCN0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303223360529924738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVi2kuh1I/AAAAAAAAArw/xkJrikfoByI/s1600-h/DSCN0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVHgXbiiI/AAAAAAAAArg/1sDC92yTjVA/s400/DSCN0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303222886152768034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVHeP57zI/AAAAAAAAArY/-DZYDJK8V5s/s1600-h/DSCN0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVHeP57zI/AAAAAAAAArY/-DZYDJK8V5s/s400/DSCN0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303222885584334642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVHCuq_zI/AAAAAAAAArQ/CGBzRNixkYA/s1600-h/DSCN0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVHCuq_zI/AAAAAAAAArQ/CGBzRNixkYA/s400/DSCN0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303222878197186354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVGgho6UI/AAAAAAAAArI/goVlYnjoTaM/s1600-h/DSCN0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjVGgho6UI/AAAAAAAAArI/goVlYnjoTaM/s400/DSCN0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303222869015718210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we went down to St. George to visit some marvelous people. We were going to load up Lee's new dirt bike and the wheeler, to go riding, but the weather men said it was going to be awful so we ended up just taking my car. So we went down, made the trek in about 3 hours, record time. I drove down, so Lee had to drive home. He was trying to beat my time, which I was going about 100 the whole time. Lee trying to beat my time, got a speeding ticket...for going 20 over. Yikes.  Anyway, we had a great time in St. Jorge visiting TJ and Sophie, and learning how to avoid a dangers African killer bee attack.. Please enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-6976479328032995561?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6976479328032995561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6976479328032995561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6976479328032995561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6976479328032995561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/saint-jorge.html' title='Saint Jorge'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SZjWXmN4KzI/AAAAAAAAAso/5fU20NN-ncQ/s72-c/DSCN0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6809643995963274183</id><published>2009-02-02T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:23:05.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest kid in Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-464b130aea3f8904" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6809643995963274183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6809643995963274183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6809643995963274183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6809643995963274183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/02/cutest-kid-in-mexico.html' title='Cutest kid in Mexico'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-951638118698215050</id><published>2009-01-31T11:08:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:39:54.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeZ86LWr3I/AAAAAAAAArA/ClAGXTm5rWo/s1600-h/DSCN0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeZ86LWr3I/AAAAAAAAArA/ClAGXTm5rWo/s400/DSCN0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298372758312759154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On lovers beach in Cabo&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/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeZ8VQmMmI/AAAAAAAAAq4/c05PotZuYWo/s1600-h/DSCN0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeZ8VQmMmI/AAAAAAAAAq4/c05PotZuYWo/s400/DSCN0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298372748402635362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mazatlan&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/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeZ8HOQylI/AAAAAAAAAqw/15lXei1ywz8/s1600-h/DSCN0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeZ8HOQylI/AAAAAAAAAqw/15lXei1ywz8/s400/DSCN0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298372744634747474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mazatlan&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/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeZ7z_2SFI/AAAAAAAAAqo/c3e5GSeGmMw/s1600-h/DSCN0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeZ7z_2SFI/AAAAAAAAAqo/c3e5GSeGmMw/s400/DSCN0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298372739474016338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somewhere out at sea....&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/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeZ7Q3HfnI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ZTtTAn-_0TU/s1600-h/DSCN0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeZ7Q3HfnI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ZTtTAn-_0TU/s400/DSCN0134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298372730042154610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cabo&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/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeY-pjuW-I/AAAAAAAAAqY/tdZdt-cIITw/s1600-h/DSCN0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeY-pjuW-I/AAAAAAAAAqY/tdZdt-cIITw/s400/DSCN0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298371688699681762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason our cab driver wanted us to pose on the go-cart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeY-Q9EfBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/awefwEHzX3A/s1600-h/DSCN0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeY-Q9EfBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/awefwEHzX3A/s400/DSCN0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298371682095102994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Brooke&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/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeY-ECuFdI/AAAAAAAAAqA/iITe2fxIGHk/s1600-h/DSCN0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeY-ECuFdI/AAAAAAAAAqA/iITe2fxIGHk/s400/DSCN0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298371678629139922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At formal night&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/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeY96BuNhI/AAAAAAAAAp4/qdSD01x9Uds/s1600-h/DSCN0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeY96BuNhI/AAAAAAAAAp4/qdSD01x9Uds/s400/DSCN0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298371675940599314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At dinner&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/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeQT3Oii-I/AAAAAAAAApw/Y6sx3L0gkzs/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeQT3Oii-I/AAAAAAAAApw/Y6sx3L0gkzs/s400/IMG_0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298362157541526498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lee repelling from the canopy trees in Puerto Viarta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeQTYFYwqI/AAAAAAAAApo/zLHdcvU6Brs/s1600-h/DSCN0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeQTYFYwqI/AAAAAAAAApo/zLHdcvU6Brs/s400/DSCN0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298362149181637282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lee and Bryan preparing to get on the scariest little boat, to take us to the canopy trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeQTI0bOTI/AAAAAAAAApg/HjPQJl3SyXQ/s1600-h/DSCN0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeQTI0bOTI/AAAAAAAAApg/HjPQJl3SyXQ/s400/DSCN0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298362145083963698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for our little boat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeQTAJmzMI/AAAAAAAAApY/0Y1T0GC6IEA/s1600-h/DSCN0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeQTAJmzMI/AAAAAAAAApY/0Y1T0GC6IEA/s400/DSCN0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298362142756883650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out in Long Beach before we could get on the ship, Bryan was trying to share his quesadilla with Lee, Lady and the Tramp style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeQSzh60UI/AAAAAAAAApQ/xjxltk1DeaM/s1600-h/DSCN0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeQSzh60UI/AAAAAAAAApQ/xjxltk1DeaM/s400/DSCN0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298362139369197890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At our first dinner, as you can tell it was not formal night. Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYSVLx6gVwI/AAAAAAAAApI/3BicwM0BxFY/s1600-h/DSCN0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYSVLx6gVwI/AAAAAAAAApI/3BicwM0BxFY/s400/DSCN0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297523091304371970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lee and Kim snorkeling in Cabo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYSVLjdgK0I/AAAAAAAAApA/rl9FkH6tSgU/s1600-h/RSCN0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYSVLjdgK0I/AAAAAAAAApA/rl9FkH6tSgU/s400/RSCN0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297523087424629570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our cab driver took us to see the "rich" houses in Mazatlan, he thought we needed to take pictures. From the left, Bryan, Kim, Me, and Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYSULoeBeyI/AAAAAAAAAog/1_JX8HPMvIY/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYSULoeBeyI/AAAAAAAAAog/1_JX8HPMvIY/s400/IMG_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297521989257362210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the Canopy tree zip lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYSULFkCBsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/4U3Qn69_Lq4/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYSULFkCBsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/4U3Qn69_Lq4/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297521979887322818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right before we repelled from the tree's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYSUK01TKlI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/xplhxeM8ITY/s1600-h/DSCN0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYSUK01TKlI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/xplhxeM8ITY/s400/DSCN0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297521975396346450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our cute waiter, Martin, in Mazatlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYSUKme7k5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/34dl7l4Xu4U/s1600-h/DSCN0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYSUKme7k5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/34dl7l4Xu4U/s400/DSCN0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297521971544429458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Safety First!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYSUKR39aXI/AAAAAAAAAoA/0SZ0o_1OXdI/s1600-h/DSCN0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYSUKR39aXI/AAAAAAAAAoA/0SZ0o_1OXdI/s400/DSCN0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297521966012262770" border="0" /&gt;                  Lee knows I hate birds...he put this thing on my shoulder, it tried to eat my face!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-951638118698215050?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/951638118698215050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=951638118698215050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/951638118698215050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/951638118698215050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-from-mexico.html' title='Pictures from Mexico'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SYeZ86LWr3I/AAAAAAAAArA/ClAGXTm5rWo/s72-c/DSCN0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6368117245133349824</id><published>2009-01-27T07:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:03:42.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally picked a major!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SX8iLPc0FYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/7kqehn7HyvE/s1600-h/University-of-Utah-CDA63E6D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295989263332283778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SX8iLPc0FYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/7kqehn7HyvE/s400/University-of-Utah-CDA63E6D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just applied to the U, and forced myself to pick a major. I decided on a communications degree, but there were two different options within that major. I could pick either between Mass or Speech communications. I have decided to go with Mass communications. Its in the college of Humanities, so it should be a good pick for me. I should hear back from the U, in a few days about my application, then I can start classes in the Summer Semester. I am going to try to go full time, all year, so I can get this done in a year and a half... At least thats the plan. IF anyone has any experience with the U, and the college of Humanities, please share. I am excited but nervous to make the change from Adult High School ( SLCC ), to go to a actual college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-6368117245133349824?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6368117245133349824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6368117245133349824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6368117245133349824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6368117245133349824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-picked-major.html' title='Finally picked a major!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SX8iLPc0FYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/7kqehn7HyvE/s72-c/University-of-Utah-CDA63E6D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-4538280968232531217</id><published>2009-01-26T09:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:00:05.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexi-co</title><content type='html'>We are baaaack! Mexico was super fun, and way warmer than it is in the arctic tundra of Utah!! I will post photos tonight...or whenever I get to it. The cruise was a good time, and our travel agent hooked us up with a way nice room with a balcony. It was fun just hanging out, and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Katie graduated....from SLCC. Not done all the way, but one step closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-4538280968232531217?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4538280968232531217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=4538280968232531217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4538280968232531217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4538280968232531217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/01/mexi-co.html' title='Mexi-co'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6360693300116332239</id><published>2009-01-03T10:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:10:40.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing season!! 13-0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SV-cL4ppLAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Q5qq4HKiexw/s1600-h/SugarBowl-logo_transparent.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287116215555795970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SV-cL4ppLAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Q5qq4HKiexw/s400/SugarBowl-logo_transparent.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is official. The Utah Utes are the BEST team in the country! What other team is undefeated? And killed the #4 team? The Utes. To all the BYU fans, its ok to say you respect the Utes for what they have done. I will admit when the season started I had no idea it would end with a perfect 13 and 0! It was so fun going to the games with season tickets, and now even more, after last nights win, Lee is still mad I made him miss the Oregon State game to get married. I am pretty sure he is joking..but you never know with him. One other thing that makes this victory even sweeter is that we were the under dogs, and that 89 % of America, thought the Utes were going to lose. Watching the game with Lee and my brother Andy was interesting, I don't think Andy sat down the entire game. Many pillows were punched when Bama' returned the ball from the punt for their first touchdown, but we stayed positive because we knew the Utes could pull it off. It was fun to see all of the NFL players that used to be on the team, hanging out on the sidelines watching and cherring on the team. Lee is like a little kid, he was nervous all day and didnt eat because of the game. He did say he owes me a prize because of how he acted during the game, so I think I will use that to my advantage! Ha ha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287118827480600290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SV-ej61CzuI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mU3iHkGY76g/s400/princess-cruise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said he would take me to the spa when we are on our cruise. We leave in 2 weeks to go to Mexico. This trip is kind of like our Honey moon, since we just went to Vegas for the weekend after we got married, and that was chill, but we will be able to enjoy this trip without being exhausted from the wedding. We are going to Mexico for a week with friends, and it should be a good time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-6360693300116332239?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6360693300116332239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6360693300116332239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6360693300116332239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6360693300116332239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/01/amazing-season-13-0.html' title='Amazing season!! 13-0'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SV-cL4ppLAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Q5qq4HKiexw/s72-c/SugarBowl-logo_transparent.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-4694276253902398031</id><published>2008-12-24T10:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:36:50.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee broke the rules...</title><content type='html'>So, if you read the last post, Lee and I decided to not get gifts for each other this year, and do sub for santa. Well, the other night I came home from work and Lee was ordering something for me on the computer and keeps trying to get me to guess what it is. He is the worst at keeping anything a surprise! Little does he know that I have been shopping for him all year and have been storing it at my mom's. So I am glad he broke the rules, so now I can give him these things and not get in trouble. Lee never reads the blog, so I can spill the beans on what I got him. Anyone that knows Lee, knows he loves snowmobiling, so I got him a video of sled-necks. Clothes, because he NEVER buys new clothes for himself,  and then 2 new video games. You have to get something fun on Christmas, so thats why I threw in the video games. I have one more thing up my sleeve, but I dont know if I will be able to pull it off. My friend Mike who is on the Utes football team, might be able to sneak a football into practice and get the team to sign it. Lee might pee his pants if I could get it, so we will see!! Don't tell Lee what he is getting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great and safe Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-4694276253902398031?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4694276253902398031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=4694276253902398031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4694276253902398031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4694276253902398031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/12/lee-broke-rules.html' title='Lee broke the rules...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-3500737514576229696</id><published>2008-12-07T23:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:12:57.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeing your pants for Santa</title><content type='html'>This year for Christmas, Lee and I decided that instead of spending money on each other, we were going to use that money for sub for Santa. With the economy being the way it is, we thought there probably are a lot of families who can't give Christmas to their kids, so we adopted two kids for Christmas. We got a little boy named Gustavo who is 10, and a little girl named Evelyn who is 9. We went shopping for them and it was so much fun. We don't get to deliver the gifts to them, but we still were able to find the true meaning of Christmas, to give and not to receive. Shopping for two little kids was a very humbling experience for us both. Lee made a comment while we were shopping that put everything in perspective. He said, " I don't know how single parents do this.". It really made me think, and made me feel even more lucky to have what I have. I guess everyone goes through their own hard times and things, but I think that would be so hard to be a single mom and have to provide, and then find someway to give Christmas gifts. I have always looked up to my mom, but she was a single mom for awhile and some how every year she was able to give me and my brothers a great Christmas. However looking back at my childhood I don't remember the gifts as much as I remember the feeling of Christmas. Now a day's Christmas has turned into a retail holiday, which is great, don't get me wrong, everyone likes presents. But I think a lot of people put a lot of weight into what they will receive and not what they will give. Giving doesn't have to be a materialistic thing, but just your time. I have to hand it to Lee, it was his idea to not give gifts this year, and I back him up on his idea of making this a tradition. I think this world would be ten times better if we all thought about that for a bit, and tried to make a difference in someone else's life. My favorite quote is, Service is like peeing your pants, everyone can see you doing it, but you are the one that feels the warmth. Which is so true. I am sure those kids we bought clothes, books, and coats for are going to be very greatful, but I have a feeling that it meant more to me and Lee to be able to give to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finals are almost over. I have one more on Tuesday then I am DONE! Lets just all hope that I pass my CIS class with the grade the college requires. Cross your fingers and toes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, Happy Hanuaka, Happy Kwanza, and Happy Flag day, and whatever else I can wish happy -ness for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-3500737514576229696?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3500737514576229696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=3500737514576229696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3500737514576229696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3500737514576229696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/12/peeing-your-pants-for-santa.html' title='Peeing your pants for Santa'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6550713501001940730</id><published>2008-12-02T21:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:59:43.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The FINAL, Final ( @ SLCC)</title><content type='html'>So it's finals week for Lee and I, and I tell ya, we are the worst procrastinators! We have 2 classes together and in both of our classes we of course have waited until the last minute to do big projects, or take last minute tests. In our CIS class ( a course required by SLCC on computers ) there are 8 tests, that somehow we have managed to wait until this week to take them. Did I mention that the course ends this friday? A little stressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be SOOOO glad when I am done at SLCC. Seriously, it should not take someone this long to graduate from SLCC, but I guess that is what happens when you pay your own way and lose motivation for a while. I can almost see the bright RED light of the U. I have never been so excited to go to a different school. My dear husband is thinking of becoming a CNRA, so he is trying to figure out what pre-req's he has to do before he can apply for school for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my sweet sister dyed my hair black for me and made me look like a rockstar. Thanks Liz! You always make me look awesome. After she finished doing my hair, I turned to her and told her that she always does my hair WAY better than I can, and her reply was that she is a professional, which is true I guess. If anyone needs a hair cut seriously go see her, she is amazing. She works at Lunatic Fringe, she is awesome. Its so fun to randomly have a sister in my life, she told me today that she talks to me more than she talks to her sisters that she grew up with, my response was that we just needed more ground to cover. It is funny, because my whole life I felt like I didn't look like anyone in my family, but now that I have reconnected with my sister (after 14 years!), she showed me pictures of my dad's side of the fam, and I look like them. Yes! I am not adopted!! ( Just kidding mom! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am stalling from doing homework and online tests. Wish me luck! This dang computer class I think is going to be the only one I struggle with just because I have procrastinated for so long! Back to the grind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-6550713501001940730?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6550713501001940730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6550713501001940730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6550713501001940730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6550713501001940730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-final-slcc.html' title='The FINAL, Final ( @ SLCC)'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6251334334245701677</id><published>2008-11-25T16:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:21:37.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Thanksgiving (For Us)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SSyOEfGGtRI/AAAAAAAAAnE/QgQjpDOja6E/s1600-h/thxgiving+scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SSyOEfGGtRI/AAAAAAAAAnE/QgQjpDOja6E/s400/thxgiving+scene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272745471461733650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been married for about two months now, and its awesome. Thanksgiving is fast approaching and we have no one to share it with other than ourselves. Lee's awesome sister invited us up to Idaho for dinner, but we both have to work and can't take time off so we couldn't go be with Lee's family, which includes Katie and Steve and their two cute kids, Abbee and Evan, my awesome new mother in law, new brother in law Glen, and his wife Liv' and their cute little baby girl Freya. My mom and Allen are on their honeymoon in Hawaii, my brother Andy and his wife Michelle drove up to Seattle to spend it with my other brother Shane and his cute wife Cindy and my adorable nephew Davis. My oldest brother Matt will be in Utah, but I am pretty sure he will go to his Dad's with his girlfriend and hang out with his kids. So, that leaves me and Lee to fend for ourselves. Ha ha, I think we will make it through. ( that sounds so pathetic, ha ha )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are torn on what to do, if I should bravely try to make a thanksgiving dinner without burning down our house, setting off the fire alarm, making black gravy, and charing the turkey, or if we should go with the safer alternative and go out to dinner. I figure eventually I will need to learn how to make a thanksgiving dinner but I should probably learn while watching someone do it. Either way its still up in the air of what we will do. Any idea's for a good place to get thanksgiving dinner in SLC? Other than Little America ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-6251334334245701677?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6251334334245701677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6251334334245701677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6251334334245701677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6251334334245701677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-thanksgiving-for-us.html' title='The First Thanksgiving (For Us)'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SSyOEfGGtRI/AAAAAAAAAnE/QgQjpDOja6E/s72-c/thxgiving+scene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-3942510010062340657</id><published>2008-11-20T10:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:42:01.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the test challenge</title><content type='html'>I totally beat Lee. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee is sooo excited for the game on Saturday, he asks me everyday if the Utes are going to win, I hope they do. Otherwise I will have a grumpy husband!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-3942510010062340657?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3942510010062340657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=3942510010062340657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3942510010062340657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3942510010062340657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-on-test-challenge.html' title='Update on the test challenge'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-4350466371310688700</id><published>2008-11-18T16:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:17:13.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh its on!</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the night that I have my class with my sweet husband. Tonight is our 2nd midterm. Last class time I was late because I couldnt get off work early enough to make it to class so Lee went early and turned in my assignment for me, and I showed up about a hour and a half late. Once I arrived Lee left to go home and watch the jazz game. Well, that night we did a test review, that didnt happen to start until I got there. So Lee left, and I took notes. I was going to share them with Lee, but he said, I bet I can get a better grade than you and I wont even study. So, after the challenge was given, I for sure wasnt going to share my notes. I get off work in about a hour to go take the mid term, and I have been studying for the past 2 hours. I better beat Lee!! Who cares about a good grade, its all about braging rights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-4350466371310688700?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4350466371310688700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=4350466371310688700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4350466371310688700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4350466371310688700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-its-on.html' title='Oh its on!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-5758632461842241018</id><published>2008-11-12T12:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:00:30.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are we running?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRsz-iuhS2I/AAAAAAAAAm0/2h_yt-NAehQ/s1600-h/10204355A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRsz-iuhS2I/AAAAAAAAAm0/2h_yt-NAehQ/s400/10204355A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267861338706758498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been inspired by a friends blog to start working out again. Gee thanks Melinda.  So at work I have a gym that I can use, and I have decided to take full advantage of my hour lunch and work out. So I have been bringing my lunch and eating it around 12, and then my lunch is usually around 2. I will go change and hop on the "dreadmill" and run for at least 20 minutes then hit some weights for strength training. There is always some kind of movie on that I can put my attention on so I can block out how long I have been running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, I started this new routine on Monday, it is now Wednesday and I am so sore. I thought it would be awhile before I got sore. I am fighting to get enough ambition to get my butt back in the gym today and continue on this new road to wellness I have started. Part of this change, means that I am trying to eat healthier, I am not a fish eater. At all. On Sunday I made Halibut for dinner and I forced myself to eat it. I have decided I am going to get over my fish-phobia. So far so good, but my sweet husband now thinks since I tried Halibut, it means that I want to eat shrimp, which I refer to as the cockroach of the sea. Baby steps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal is to have this rockin' bod by January when its time for our cruise to Mexico. I just need to stay motivated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta run....on the treadmill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRspSR1X4MI/AAAAAAAAAms/opnX8WoS2Rk/s1600-h/running_feet_treadmill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRspSR1X4MI/AAAAAAAAAms/opnX8WoS2Rk/s400/running_feet_treadmill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267849583141576898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Happy Birthday (Yesterday) Mom!! Happy 30th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-5758632461842241018?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5758632461842241018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=5758632461842241018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/5758632461842241018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/5758632461842241018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-are-we-running.html' title='Why are we running?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRsz-iuhS2I/AAAAAAAAAm0/2h_yt-NAehQ/s72-c/10204355A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-8435828758491089770</id><published>2008-11-10T10:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:41:35.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 and 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrzkJ-U2I/AAAAAAAAAgw/ajs4Tkv6S9A/s1600-h/PICT0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrzkJ-U2I/AAAAAAAAAgw/ajs4Tkv6S9A/s400/PICT0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267078297832805218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Utes 13...TCU 10. So that makes the Utes 10 and 0, No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrzG53QJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0IYxvTn3DVE/s1600-h/PICT0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrzG53QJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0IYxvTn3DVE/s400/PICT0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267078289980604562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhry5hLN5I/AAAAAAAAAgg/dO5a0xiF3GA/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhry5hLN5I/AAAAAAAAAgg/dO5a0xiF3GA/s400/PICT0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267078286387394450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lee and my brother Andy at the game after the win, they were way excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrd4LVo5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/fZMD8yQUeNA/s1600-h/PICT0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrd4LVo5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/fZMD8yQUeNA/s400/PICT0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267077925250114450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone rushing the field after the game and the big win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrdXY1vrI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/QOIpXz29ySQ/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrdXY1vrI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/QOIpXz29ySQ/s400/PICT0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267077916448374450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt..Adrienne.. Michelle..Andy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrc7t95JI/AAAAAAAAAgI/XFUMHmYC4M4/s1600-h/PICT0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrc7t95JI/AAAAAAAAAgI/XFUMHmYC4M4/s400/PICT0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267077909020796050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Schultz Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrcEHt5QI/AAAAAAAAAgA/DcdC4qZ-WNM/s1600-h/PICT0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrcEHt5QI/AAAAAAAAAgA/DcdC4qZ-WNM/s400/PICT0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267077894096413954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE MUST PROTECT THIS HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrbX75jJI/AAAAAAAAAf4/62kQGuO1VVA/s1600-h/PICT0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrbX75jJI/AAAAAAAAAf4/62kQGuO1VVA/s400/PICT0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267077882235686034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patiently waiting for the game to start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was fun, but way cold. The bleachers had snow and water all over them so they were all wet and cold. The utes pulled off the win in the last 2 minutes, and I dont think the stadium has ever been that loud. Lee got so excited he had a headache after the game. The utes are on fire this season, and I am hoping we can scorch the cougars. I like my cougar medium rare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-8435828758491089770?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8435828758491089770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=8435828758491089770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8435828758491089770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8435828758491089770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-and-0.html' title='10 and 0'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SRhrzkJ-U2I/AAAAAAAAAgw/ajs4Tkv6S9A/s72-c/PICT0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-4226651452240768743</id><published>2008-11-04T12:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:53:55.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration Proclomation!</title><content type='html'>This semester is about half over, and I could not be happier about it. I miss the days of high school were I could stroll in to debate late with a bagel and orange juice and barely do my homework. Now that I am a grown up, I work and do school full time, and see no end in sight of ever graduating. I am lacking motivation! I WILL graduate from SLCC this semester, and then go to the big kid school ( The U ). I will be working on my communmications degree which should come in handy now that I work for the biggest communication company in the U.S. I think school is overrated, most of my classes are filled with busy work, that I think either the teacher is bored, or the school instructs them to make us hate their class. I am not sure on which one it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet husband is thinking of switching his major from finance to radiology. So if you have any info on radiology please let me know. He is such a sweetheart, he keeps asking me if I am ok with him changing his major, but then I say, do what makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have classes together right now, and I think its a pretty good trade. In one of our classes I do all the homework, and in the other class Lee will do most of it. It is nice having a class with my husband, so when I feel like I cant handle our rambeling instructor anymore he does something to entertain me to help pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough! I WILL be positive, I WILL enjoy school, and I WILL do my homework with a smile! Ha, ya right, but I thought it was worth a shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-4226651452240768743?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4226651452240768743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=4226651452240768743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4226651452240768743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4226651452240768743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/11/frustration-proclomation.html' title='Frustration Proclomation!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-104435591296999988</id><published>2008-10-28T14:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:43:34.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The cutest stinkin thing ever!</title><content type='html'>My NEW cute little niece, Abbee made the cutest card for me. Abbe is Katie's daughter (Lee's older sister). They live up in Ashton, Idaho so we don't get to see them very often. Abbee asked in her card if I wanted to be pen pals, and Abbee, my answer is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SQd4KoqyG_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/6zGWlBBlOKQ/s1600-h/DSCN0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SQd4KoqyG_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/6zGWlBBlOKQ/s400/DSCN0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262306813716601842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SQd4J-RGtZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/kY-MPcE7qFo/s1600-h/sc0006b6fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SQd4J-RGtZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/kY-MPcE7qFo/s400/sc0006b6fc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262306802334610834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the detail in the scary spiderweb! She is such an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SQd4JX3S96I/AAAAAAAAAfU/7iK3g1rvglc/s1600-h/sc0006f3df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SQd4JX3S96I/AAAAAAAAAfU/7iK3g1rvglc/s400/sc0006f3df.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262306792025814946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My scanner cut part of this off, but I am pretty sure that is me and Abbee. Notice the detail in our hair color, and her added note of "Oh Happy Halloween". This note made my week! It is hung up on our fridge, and I will be sending Abbee a note soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-104435591296999988?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/104435591296999988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=104435591296999988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/104435591296999988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/104435591296999988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/cutest-stinkin-thing-ever.html' title='The cutest stinkin thing ever!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SQd4KoqyG_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/6zGWlBBlOKQ/s72-c/DSCN0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-5906362396755140006</id><published>2008-10-27T10:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:37:17.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was eventful, but fun. On Saturday we loaded up the four wheeler and dirt bike and went to the sand dunes with Matt and Adrienne. It was a good time, even though I had to get up early to load up the truck. I am so not a morning person. The trip was good, and very tiring. Lee managed to not hurt himself this trip, which is a monumental event. Lee and Matt are trying really hard to get snowmobiles. I told Lee that he can get one, it just means I get a prize too. I thought that was fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night we went to dinner with my sister Liz and her boyfriend Chris. It's fun being able to catch up with her and hear about my extended family that I know nothing about. Liz is about 11 years older than I am, so there is a big age gap between us. After dinner Lee and I went over to her house and played uno and guitar hero. I am awful at guitar hero so I let Lee take the lead. If we were playing rockband I would have jumped in, I shred it on the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday it was a pretty relaxed day. Lee helped me clean up the house and he finally used our pink Dyson. He complained that I bought an expensive vacuum, but once he used it, he understood why. Lee did make me lunch and he was really proud of himself for it. He made me a turkey sandwich...with chips. We went to dinner at my mom's and played with the dogs. Then went home and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my new work schedule today, which is 10-7. I am not excited about this schedule because Lee gets off work at 4, but luckily I can change my schedule again in a month. There are a few advantages to working a later shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-I can sleep in, since I am not a morning person this is nice.&lt;br /&gt;2-I can catch the first part of the Price is Right&lt;br /&gt;3-There is little traffic that I run into on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;4-I have time to do some house work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far that is all I have come up with, but if there is anyone else that works later shifts let me know of some other perks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-5906362396755140006?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5906362396755140006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=5906362396755140006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/5906362396755140006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/5906362396755140006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-4158864549721606576</id><published>2008-10-19T22:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:30:12.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update the blog..</title><content type='html'>As you can tell the background has changed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However since I changed the background all the links to peoples blogs had disappeared. Sooo, if your blog isn't on the list, please leave me a comment so I can add your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a great weekend. On Friday night Lee and I were so tired from the week we both came home after work and layed around until about 9 and then went to bed. It is so awesome being married, we dont have to do stuff anymore! Just kidding. On Saturday we went to the Ute game, and had field passes. It was so awesome to see Snatch ( Mike Wright #20). I went to high school with Mike and he is the coolest guy. The Utes won, which meant I had a happy husband, and the BYU loss helped!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SPwISzJy2NI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wqybZ_oCq7U/s1600-h/6142220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SPwISzJy2NI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wqybZ_oCq7U/s400/6142220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259087583923853522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game we went to the Cotton Bottom in Holladay for some yummy garlic burgers, and then went home and hung out with Andy and Michelle. Lee decided he was going to go ride his dirt bike on Sunday so he was working on that most of the night. Sunday I had most of the day to myself, Lee went riding with my brothers, so I took advantage of a quiet house and took care of some homework and wife duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me and told me that my grandma is in the hospital. She has to have surgery tomorrow, she has a clogged artery in her heart and they need to clear it up. This is the second time she has had to have this surgery so we pray everything will go ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How freakin' cute is my grandma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SPwJCZYQ3RI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cmev0FXW26k/s1600-h/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SPwJCZYQ3RI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cmev0FXW26k/s400/grandma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259088401638939922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about covers it for the update on the weeked. Hope everyone had a good rest, now its back to Monday and work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-4158864549721606576?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4158864549721606576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=4158864549721606576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4158864549721606576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4158864549721606576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-blog.html' title='Update the blog..'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SPwISzJy2NI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wqybZ_oCq7U/s72-c/6142220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-8596996786611373795</id><published>2008-10-17T16:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:40:59.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Married life...</title><content type='html'>So its official, we are married and its awesome. We had dated for about 3 years so the transition from dating to being married was pretty easy. All the is different is that Lee sleeps over now. Our little house doesnt have a dish washer, well it does but its named Katie. Lee thinks we have an arrangement, that I do dishes and he vacuums. However he hasn't started his end of the deal. Other than that he has been great, he helps me with dishes and makes the bed on the weekends. As long as I let him watch football we don't have any issues. It's so nice to be married and have everything back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was gorgeous and everyone that helped went above and beyond. Thanks mom. Speaking of my mom, she is getting married on November 1st in Bountiful at a friends house. I will have pictures of the wedding and her's soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are awesome and its so great being married!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-8596996786611373795?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8596996786611373795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=8596996786611373795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8596996786611373795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8596996786611373795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/married-life.html' title='Married life...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-88449130094336745</id><published>2008-09-30T20:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:08:24.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelorette Party!</title><content type='html'>My sister in law Michelle has been great through out this whole process. Cindy and her threw me a shower, and then that night along with Chelsea, Adrienne, My Mom, and those two. We started the night at Pei Wei for dinner, then hit up my favorite place for Kareoke. There was one twist, Michelle got me something special that I HAD to wear...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLpF1dPVII/AAAAAAAAAdY/FUCsiqEAAV0/s1600-h/DSCN0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLpF1dPVII/AAAAAAAAAdY/FUCsiqEAAV0/s400/DSCN0832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252016401925756034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was part of my outfit I had to wear. All together it was a pair of bunny ears, a bowtie, and of course a tail that was pinned to my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLpGA2yTjI/AAAAAAAAAdg/T35G291evXA/s1600-h/DSCN0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLpGA2yTjI/AAAAAAAAAdg/T35G291evXA/s400/DSCN0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252016404985695794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and Adrienne, I cant remember what Cindy told us to do..I think we were acting like my grandma was telling us a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLpGUwBT1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/2RNOgXJ6d4M/s1600-h/DSCN0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLpGUwBT1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/2RNOgXJ6d4M/s400/DSCN0835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252016410326028114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adrienne was excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLoJByPGQI/AAAAAAAAAcw/tXqCABE8LAs/s1600-h/DSCN0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLoJByPGQI/AAAAAAAAAcw/tXqCABE8LAs/s400/DSCN0843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252015357263026434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chelsea an Cindy were fast friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLoJVJn4ZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/mZ0e_Id-4Bs/s1600-h/DSCN0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLoJVJn4ZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/mZ0e_Id-4Bs/s400/DSCN0821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252015362461393298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made my mom sing! But she made me sing with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLoJrrm-ZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/cktEbyFiosQ/s1600-h/DSCN0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLoJrrm-ZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/cktEbyFiosQ/s400/DSCN0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252015368509520274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready to sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLoJ67RfJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Kc7RIMH9-zw/s1600-h/DSCN0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLoJ67RfJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Kc7RIMH9-zw/s400/DSCN0849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252015372601752722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLoKD_NtJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ajY3C9Wb4FU/s1600-h/DSCN0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLoKD_NtJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ajY3C9Wb4FU/s400/DSCN0823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252015375034201234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sang with this weird guy, Tom who signed us up for Summer nights. Kareoke is a great place to make friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-88449130094336745?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/88449130094336745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=88449130094336745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/88449130094336745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/88449130094336745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/09/bachelorette-party.html' title='Bachelorette Party!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLpF1dPVII/AAAAAAAAAdY/FUCsiqEAAV0/s72-c/DSCN0832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-8126015464173216130</id><published>2008-09-30T20:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:53:59.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting my new step siblings</title><content type='html'>My mom is getting married which meant that I will have new siblings. Allen is a great cook and has an arrangement with my mom that he will cook as long as she vacuums the house. He did a seafood boil with lots of different kinds of seafood, and then there was me and Vanessa ( his only daughter who happens to be my age and went to Woods Cross) who dosen't care for seafood so we got steaks. All of his kids were there, Sean, Ben, Art, Vanessa, Bryan, and Vanessa's husband Kendal, and Ben is engaged to a super cute girl named Mela. The party was at my house in the backyard, so I obviously was there along with Andy and Michelle, Adrienne, Shane and Davis. Matt was working late and Cindy was in Canada for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLmAIX9szI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6dBghZtEdUs/s1600-h/DSCN0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLmAIX9szI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6dBghZtEdUs/s400/DSCN0799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252013005389804338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLmAGa8aXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/VHV_LxdL1ZM/s1600-h/DSCN0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLmAGa8aXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/VHV_LxdL1ZM/s400/DSCN0800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252013004865431922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLmAaW8t6I/AAAAAAAAAco/W6A9hRMClSE/s1600-h/DSCN0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLmAaW8t6I/AAAAAAAAAco/W6A9hRMClSE/s400/DSCN0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252013010217383842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Dont worry Cindy, he didnt have ANY Pepsi at all, but he sure did want some!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-8126015464173216130?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8126015464173216130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=8126015464173216130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8126015464173216130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8126015464173216130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/09/meeting-my-new-step-siblings.html' title='Meeting my new step siblings'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLmAIX9szI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6dBghZtEdUs/s72-c/DSCN0799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-984286183165197066</id><published>2008-09-30T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:42:59.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tj Roberts wedding</title><content type='html'>TJ got married last Saturday and Lee was in his line. TJ and Sophie looked amazing and you could tell how happy they were. However being that Lee is great friends with TJ it meant that Lee got to help decorate TJ and Soph's car...TJ warned me that there will be revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLjjCx4mgI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MB_kasK0g3w/s1600-h/DSCN0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLjjCx4mgI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MB_kasK0g3w/s320/DSCN0787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252010306648447490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLjjlheUZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nZ9pXSiHYCw/s1600-h/DSCN0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLjjlheUZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nZ9pXSiHYCw/s320/DSCN0789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252010315974857106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLjj2UEg-I/AAAAAAAAAb4/2n_hRXhvOjM/s1600-h/DSCN0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLjj2UEg-I/AAAAAAAAAb4/2n_hRXhvOjM/s320/DSCN0793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252010320482042850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLjkKrH3OI/AAAAAAAAAcA/P5E0-F2DtUE/s1600-h/DSCN0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLjkKrH3OI/AAAAAAAAAcA/P5E0-F2DtUE/s320/DSCN0794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252010325947440354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLjkM9MiTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/7wlgjwutgAA/s1600-h/DSCN0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLjkM9MiTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/7wlgjwutgAA/s320/DSCN0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252010326560114994" 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/1348333455191506305-984286183165197066?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/984286183165197066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=984286183165197066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/984286183165197066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/984286183165197066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/09/tj-roberts-wedding.html' title='Tj Roberts wedding'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLjjCx4mgI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MB_kasK0g3w/s72-c/DSCN0787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-2969705418066161587</id><published>2008-09-30T20:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:37:54.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family cabin weekend trip</title><content type='html'>Shane and Cindy were nice enough to share the Davis' family cabin with all of us. Here are a few pictures of the event.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLiVLBGR_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/3FqMAXG0W_A/s1600-h/DSCN0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLiVLBGR_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/3FqMAXG0W_A/s320/DSCN0779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252008968829945842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how Connor fell asleep, on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLhqa12WPI/AAAAAAAAAbY/siHvpq5ExH4/s1600-h/DSCN0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLhqa12WPI/AAAAAAAAAbY/siHvpq5ExH4/s320/DSCN0783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252008234343356658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLhZUMbODI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3V0879ujgZM/s1600-h/DSCN0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLhZUMbODI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3V0879ujgZM/s320/DSCN0776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252007940501223474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HOW FREAKING CUTE IS MY NEPHEW DAVIS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLhG3D9XjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/B6_pNFZuQQo/s1600-h/DSCN0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLhG3D9XjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/B6_pNFZuQQo/s320/DSCN0775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252007623443439154" 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/1348333455191506305-2969705418066161587?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2969705418066161587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=2969705418066161587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2969705418066161587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2969705418066161587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-cabin-weekend-trip.html' title='Family cabin weekend trip'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SOLiVLBGR_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/3FqMAXG0W_A/s72-c/DSCN0779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-9136989141381199602</id><published>2008-09-18T20:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:59:33.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy-ness</title><content type='html'>I am almost completely moved into our house. Lee will move in when the wedding is close and then start living there after we are official. The house is good and weird at the same time. I feel like a big kid living on my own. There are some random noises that I still need to get used to but all in all being on my own has been fun and challenging. Every room has been cleaned except for the front room but that should be taken care of on Saturday. I moved in all my kitchen stuff and can't wait to start using it. The only draw back to this house is that there is no dishwasher, so I will be showing Lee how to clean dishes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the whole reconnecting with my long lost family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went the other day and got a haircut from my half sister who is the same age as my oldest brother. She has a little boy who just started junior high and she works for Lunatic Fringe. She seems the same to me but then again I havent really seen her in 14 yrs. Chris (my dad) will call every now and then and I am trying to make an effort to talk to him but its still weird. I will be amazed if he shows up to the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get married in a little less than 2 weeks...cant wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-9136989141381199602?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/9136989141381199602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=9136989141381199602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/9136989141381199602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/9136989141381199602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-ness.html' title='Crazy-ness'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6639809054610147570</id><published>2008-09-02T11:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:43:10.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updation Proclamation!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Updates Galore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie got a new job and has left the wonderful world of eBay. I am going to be working at Comcast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Lee and I went to look at the tini apartment that I mentioned Lee vetoed that place. He didnt like the area, and he is so tall he would have to crouch down in the shower...kind of like that part in Elf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241479199106472322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SL15j6BXGYI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qHwMi1cS8pQ/s320/elf_will_ferrell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that meant that we needed to find another place to live. As many of your know, my mother is getting married. Her fiance lives in a house that is about a mile from where I live now. He rents it and it has a garage. It is a little bit of an older home but it has a roof and running water. Its 70's-tastic! With the poop yellow carpet and all. Since my mother's fiance will move in with her, we are going to try to rent this home that he lives in now for a few months and then look for a house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has started...and for the most part it isnt so bad, except for my geopgraphy class that I have with Lee. The instructor is an older guy and goes off on these random thoughts he has for like 20 minutes. The class is once a week so its like 3 hours of that crap! If I didnt have the class with Lee I would go crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Utes Football is in full swing and has started off with a bang! Who would have thought that a little football team from Utah would beat the most popular team in College football? Well..I did. The Utes conqured over Michigan! Lee is super excited, and since we have season tickets to the Utes he can't wait for next weeks game against UNLV. Lee does however have to miss 1 Ute game. The Utes are playing on our wedding and like the mean wife I am, I told him he couldnt go to the game because we needed to get married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-6639809054610147570?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6639809054610147570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6639809054610147570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6639809054610147570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6639809054610147570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/09/updation-proclamation.html' title='Updation Proclamation!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SL15j6BXGYI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qHwMi1cS8pQ/s72-c/elf_will_ferrell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-2586915396877584247</id><published>2008-08-21T07:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:13:44.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie who?</title><content type='html'>Anyone that knows me, knows that I don't really have much contact with my biological dad. Growing up he wasn't the coolest guy, but now that I am older I am trying to let go of the past and reconnect with people. I decided that I wanted to let my dad know that I was getting married, but the hard part was that I hadn't spoken to my dad in about 5 years and I didn't have any contact information for him. So like any internet savy nerd, I googled him. I knew he lived in New Mexico, so I started by looking in the phonebooks for New Mexico, but the problem is that there are a lot of Chris Aragon's in that state. SO I found one that I thought was him, and sent a letter. I only sent one letter, and as it turns out I found the right house. The letter went to his ex wife Cheri who was kind enough to email me and give me a phone number and even offered to help me find him if the number didnt work. After working up some courage I called the number and spoke with my dad. At first he didnt know who I was, but after he figured it out he was so happy to talk to me.  I was kind of nervous to talk to him so I didnt really take the time I should have to catch up with him. I just asked him for his address, and how to contact my half sister that I have. She is, I think 10 years older than I am and has a little boy. She lives in NSLC and is not married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris called me later that night when I was o my way to school and we kind of caught up. I never knew I had so many aunts and uncles, I think the total was like 8 or 9, and I think I have something like 40 cousins. He is getting remarried for I think the 3rd time so a woman who is native american. I dont know what he does for work, but he is working and also is still going to AA meetings and helps with group meetings for that. He said he was really going to try to make it to my wedding. I am nervous to see him, but excited at the same time. We never have had the best relationship, but he is still my dad and I think I owe it to myself to try to have a relationship to him. He asked me when I was going to give him grandkids....I sighed and said well not for a while until I am at least done with school. But it made me think, that my kids wont really have a grandpa since Lee's dad passed away a few years ago. So if not for me, I should try to have a relationship for my unborn children ( man that sounds weird). This whole situation is strange, but it sounds like my dad has figured out that I am going to let go of the past and give him a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like any dad, he asked me who was walking me down the aisle...I laughed and said my brothers. I dont think we are that close that he gets to walk me down the aisle...ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-2586915396877584247?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2586915396877584247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=2586915396877584247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2586915396877584247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2586915396877584247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/katie-who.html' title='Katie who?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-8413353046271588582</id><published>2008-08-18T08:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:56:21.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to get a movin'</title><content type='html'>Things are coming at me fast and my stress level is starting to rise. I am moving out of the nest in 2 weeks into a tini apartment! My sister-in-law's parents own a house in kinda scary Salt Lake, and they offered to rent the back part of the house to us for super cheap. Its like a studio apartment, I think something around 500 square feet. I am going through everything this week and trying to organize it all so I can get the apartment all organized so when Lee moves in when we are married its all settled. Since this place is pretty small I don't really need to get anything to furnish it. I have my bed, luv sac, desk, tv, 2 end tables, and then some furniture my mom has donated. She is officially engaged now, so she has to clear some room for Allen's things. Because of this, I have profited, I have gained the sectional couch, and some dishes. Now that the wedding is only 45 days away I am starting to have anxiety. I am not nervous for the wedding, I am just nervous to see if I can get everything done in time. With school starting this week it might be a little bit harder to iron out the wedding plans, but with my mom and all my friends who have offered to help with anything I think I might be ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next things I need to figure out once I am moved in is all the big kid stuff, like setting up internet (for my internet courses), cable and utilities. If anyone, who is all ready a big kid knows of a good internet provider let me know. I have sworn off Comcast....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-8413353046271588582?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8413353046271588582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=8413353046271588582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8413353046271588582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8413353046271588582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-to-get-movin.html' title='Time to get a movin&apos;'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-2177514643235351002</id><published>2008-08-13T08:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:04:38.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Checklist...</title><content type='html'>The wedding plans are getting taken care of as the big day rapidly approaches!! Last night I went shopping with Lee to get his suit and we also got his wedding ring. I just ordered my sash for my dress, that should be here in a week or so because its coming from the UK! My mom is basically in charge of everything to do with design and accents. She is better at that stuff than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going over my list of invites, but I need peoples address's. Please email me your address, or leave it as a comment on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know, but I may as well blog about it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is getting married!! It isn't official with a ring on her finger yet, but her and Allen went ring shopping and she will most likely have a ring on her finger soon. The two took my grandma out to dinner to let he know, so I have a feeling it should happen soon. My mom dated this guy 37 years ago, and then randomly found each other a month ago. It's a little fast, but me and all my brothers agree, that as long as she is happy we will support her decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically right after my wedding raps up, she will start the details for her own wedding, she last told me that she was thinking of November 1st for her big day. It's crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-2177514643235351002?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2177514643235351002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=2177514643235351002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2177514643235351002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2177514643235351002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding-checklist.html' title='The Wedding Checklist...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-3887138268291588023</id><published>2008-08-08T08:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:41:22.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Semester at SLCC!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJxa-wruK1I/AAAAAAAAAak/iFljW-CHq88/s1600-h/slcc_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJxa-wruK1I/AAAAAAAAAak/iFljW-CHq88/s320/slcc_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232156901364345682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been excited to start school, but this semester is different. This is officially my last semester at SLCC. I consider SLCC to be Adult High School. SLCC has been good to me, considering I took my time on getting my associates. It really shouldn't take 4 years to get your associates, but that is what happens when you pay for school yourself, and sometimes run out of motivation and take semesters off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some soul searching I am going to pursue a degree in Communications. Mainly because eBay will pay for it, and I can use it anywhere. I just need to decide if I want to go into Speech or Mass communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech communication would consist of a lot of public speaking. However speech communication majors can sometimes have a hard time finding work since the degree is not as easy to categorize. I could use it in business, advertising, education, social service, and broadcasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass communication would consist of a lot of journalism classes. This type of major opens a lot more doors because its more of a general degree, kind of like a business degree. When I looked up what I could do with this major, I found some random jobs. Here are my favorites: camera operator, actor, critic, disc jockey, lobbyist, fundraiser, clergy, photographer, and a children's book author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure which one to pursue...I need help. I have a semester to figure it out. After this semester I get to go to the big girl school. I can't wait. Now I can be a true Utes football fan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SHPOTqzaC1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/CwODIXVUZ6s/s1600-h/UniversityofUtah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SHPOTqzaC1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/CwODIXVUZ6s/s400/UniversityofUtah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220743230355278674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I applied for graduation today!!! It was crazy. The form asked me what name I wanted on the certificate, and I got to put my new name! It will read, Kathryn Ellen Schultz. Now THAT is weird!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-3887138268291588023?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3887138268291588023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=3887138268291588023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3887138268291588023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3887138268291588023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-semester-at-slcc.html' title='Last Semester at SLCC!!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJxa-wruK1I/AAAAAAAAAak/iFljW-CHq88/s72-c/slcc_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-3294847127656921625</id><published>2008-08-06T11:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:53:37.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the engagement photos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJnlDLYbTlI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/HflRSNWtfTE/s1600-h/of%3D50,53563,355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJnlDLYbTlI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/HflRSNWtfTE/s400/of%3D50,53563,355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231464284925152850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJnk9SmhVDI/AAAAAAAAAZo/XDziT5Qj8S8/s1600-h/46513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJnk9SmhVDI/AAAAAAAAAZo/XDziT5Qj8S8/s400/46513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231464183784100914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJnk9WEc0zI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DJqh5zuA1KU/s1600-h/of%3D50,266,400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJnk9WEc0zI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DJqh5zuA1KU/s400/of%3D50,266,400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231464184714941234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJnk9cfDPnI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/rjDsPp7MXZs/s1600-h/of%3D50,266,40560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJnk9cfDPnI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/rjDsPp7MXZs/s400/of%3D50,266,40560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231464186437123698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJnk9h8g-VI/AAAAAAAAAaA/WsnWKnFKtqc/s1600-h/of%3D50,533,355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJnk9h8g-VI/AAAAAAAAAaA/WsnWKnFKtqc/s400/of%3D50,533,355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231464187902884178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJnk9i-OIfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/_wc4tI7s_bc/s1600-h/of%3D50,266,5400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJnk9i-OIfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/_wc4tI7s_bc/s400/of%3D50,266,5400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231464188178473458" 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/1348333455191506305-3294847127656921625?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3294847127656921625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=3294847127656921625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3294847127656921625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3294847127656921625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-of-engagement-photos.html' title='Some of the engagement photos..'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJnlDLYbTlI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/HflRSNWtfTE/s72-c/of%3D50,53563,355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-8023489520826670360</id><published>2008-08-04T08:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:17:16.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJdVrEqylFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6x3wUSOPIdY/s1600-h/n139200011_474_5003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJdVrEqylFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6x3wUSOPIdY/s400/n139200011_474_5003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230743690690073682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJdVrXPAyqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4-v3mGolUEI/s1600-h/n139200011_468_3293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJdVrXPAyqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4-v3mGolUEI/s400/n139200011_468_3293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230743695673838242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJdVrmNWXoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/mlv9vQVBqOA/s1600-h/n139200011_436_4617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJdVrmNWXoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/mlv9vQVBqOA/s400/n139200011_436_4617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230743699693395586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJcTkOPYV0I/AAAAAAAAAYY/mfhv6Gmniw0/s1600-h/Softball+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work had a team building exercise on Friday. We all were done working by one, then got to go play softball until five. It was way fun, even though it was way hot. My team won our first game, and lost by one run on our second game.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJcTkOPYV0I/AAAAAAAAAYY/mfhv6Gmniw0/s1600-h/Softball+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJcTkOPYV0I/AAAAAAAAAYY/mfhv6Gmniw0/s400/Softball+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230671005232944962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJcTkkbXCjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/V7ouADMy_0Y/s1600-h/Softball+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJcTkkbXCjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/V7ouADMy_0Y/s400/Softball+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230671011188771378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heck yes!! I hit that ball all the way to the back fence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJcTk7bAKKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0VkMI7eZwEM/s1600-h/Softball+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJcTk7bAKKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0VkMI7eZwEM/s400/Softball+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230671017361287330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJcTltnyaaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8K4vbBSC10w/s1600-h/Softball+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJcTltnyaaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8K4vbBSC10w/s400/Softball+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230671030836685218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leading off the bases...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJcTmH5IAhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/2wYdMopOAqQ/s1600-h/Softball+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJcTmH5IAhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/2wYdMopOAqQ/s400/Softball+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230671037888725522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I showed Lee this picture, and in his attempt to be funny said "Who is that little boy?". Needless to say I will be retiring my SL Bee's hat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-8023489520826670360?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8023489520826670360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=8023489520826670360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8023489520826670360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8023489520826670360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/softball.html' title='Softball!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJdVrEqylFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6x3wUSOPIdY/s72-c/n139200011_474_5003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-1255068787823905086</id><published>2008-07-30T10:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:03:08.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I took the day off so I could watch my nephews. We went to the zoo, it was super hot, but it was fun to see all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJCdoHCYO9I/AAAAAAAAAXY/AEhYb-j7_Sc/s1600-h/The+Dress+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJCdoHCYO9I/AAAAAAAAAXY/AEhYb-j7_Sc/s400/The+Dress+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228852479786499026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker was so excited to see all the animals.  I asked him what animal he wanted to see the most, and he told me that he wants to see the stinky ones. Tanner was a big help with his little brothers, he is so grown up.  Conner is 3,  which means  tantrums through out the zoo but for the most part he was ok. Except for when I asked him to hold my hand so he wouldn't get lost, he would yell "Dont touch me!!!". I think people thought I beat him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJCdoaQRlyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pF_kq-z2dk4/s1600-h/The+Dress+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJCdoaQRlyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pF_kq-z2dk4/s400/The+Dress+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228852484945057570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last animal we saw was the white alligator. He isnt albino, he just has some random skin disease, and thats why he is white. I tried to educate myself before I took the boys to the zoo, so that way they thought aunt Katie was super smart. Turns out there are only 10 gators like this in the whole world.  He had blue, almost purple eyes, and in the same place they had baby alligators too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrapped up the day by getting lunch and then going home to have Andy and Lee tease the boys until Matt came to pick them up. Who said teasing isnt good for ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-1255068787823905086?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1255068787823905086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=1255068787823905086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/1255068787823905086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/1255068787823905086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/zoo.html' title='The Zoo'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJCdoHCYO9I/AAAAAAAAAXY/AEhYb-j7_Sc/s72-c/The+Dress+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-3415898252347432048</id><published>2008-07-30T10:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:57:20.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJCdL6dEJnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ABCwsVbYEsk/s1600-h/The+Dress+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJCdL6dEJnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ABCwsVbYEsk/s400/The+Dress+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228851995372430962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJCdMZe7zeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/mFHEQIQqAzY/s1600-h/The+Dress+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJCdMZe7zeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/mFHEQIQqAzY/s400/The+Dress+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228852003701771746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJCdM1fynII/AAAAAAAAAXI/y6--U-OJwOU/s1600-h/The+Dress+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJCdM1fynII/AAAAAAAAAXI/y6--U-OJwOU/s400/The+Dress+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228852011221556354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJCdNSK45tI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/P7OvJwNxQgE/s1600-h/The+Dress+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJCdNSK45tI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/P7OvJwNxQgE/s400/The+Dress+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228852018918516434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ignore my face. My mom was taking pictures when I was not aware she was taking pictures. I really was excited....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dress, it should be ready in a few weeks, and then I can add my last little detail to it, and its done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-3415898252347432048?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3415898252347432048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=3415898252347432048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3415898252347432048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3415898252347432048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-dress.html' title='My dress'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SJCdL6dEJnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ABCwsVbYEsk/s72-c/The+Dress+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-2314569525710732292</id><published>2008-07-28T16:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:04:58.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And just like that, the sun shine agains..</title><content type='html'>Today is a Monday for sure! Work is ok, but then there are all kinds of things that I have been reported to me today. I hate being stressed out. I love how a certain song or video can completely change your mood. Whenever I am annoyed or sad I watch this certain video on youtube. It is hilarious. Its this little red head kid, who is soooo excited to be in a school program. I love his enthusiasm and how the other kids next to him react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to watch the whole thing, its hilarious all to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFzMcqzDOgw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFzMcqzDOgw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-2314569525710732292?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2314569525710732292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=2314569525710732292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2314569525710732292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2314569525710732292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-just-like-that-sun-shine-agains.html' title='And just like that, the sun shine agains..'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-2615631188153076481</id><published>2008-07-28T11:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:23:17.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dress...</title><content type='html'>My dress is here. I have tried it on, and gotten it fitted. The alterations should be done mid August. I have pictures of the dress... but I totally forgot to  load them. I did show Lee my dress, which I know is against the "rules". But the "rules" are lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-2615631188153076481?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2615631188153076481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=2615631188153076481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2615631188153076481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2615631188153076481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/dress.html' title='The Dress...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-3411869330346130593</id><published>2008-07-22T12:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:06:41.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dentist AKA Torture...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to the dentist. I wasn't worried about it, since I had braces I felt like I could handle to pain associated with the dentist. I hadn't been in for a checkup in 3 or 4 years so I thought I should get it taken care of before I get married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as part of having braces I have a permanent retainer on my bottom teeth because even after having my braces, two teeth keep moving, so they put that sucker in there to hold my teeth tight. Part of my retainer had broken off, so the dentist felt that he needed to trim the entire retainer with a drill....that felt really nice. Nothing like a drill being put into your gums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back two more times, because I am having my fillings replaced to be white, rather than the gorgeous silver ones I have now. They will do one side at a time. The one perk about going to a new dentist is they offer free teeth whitening, so after I get all my work done my teeth will be glow in the dark white. Much like that one episode of Friends when Ross whitened his teeth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SIYiTKVC1jI/AAAAAAAAAWw/VuuN0cNo6zc/s1600-h/Ross+Teeth%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SIYiTKVC1jI/AAAAAAAAAWw/VuuN0cNo6zc/s400/Ross+Teeth%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225902130195519026" 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/1348333455191506305-3411869330346130593?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3411869330346130593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=3411869330346130593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3411869330346130593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/3411869330346130593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/dentist-aka-torture.html' title='The Dentist AKA Torture...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SIYiTKVC1jI/AAAAAAAAAWw/VuuN0cNo6zc/s72-c/Ross+Teeth%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6139033000152331339</id><published>2008-07-22T11:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:41:04.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Astrology</title><content type='html'>Today my work had a birthday celebration for people who's birthdays were in May and June. They had an activity about Chinese Astrology. Here is what I have learned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Astrology is based on the year you were born, rather than the month. I am a tiger and Lee is a pig..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SIYWAH6PKQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/i3EtBqwVsnk/s1600-h/pig2%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SIYWAH6PKQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/i3EtBqwVsnk/s400/pig2%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225888608989161730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="padding: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Contrary to its rather negative reputation in the West, the Pig of Chinese  Astrology may be the most generous and honorable Sign of the Zodiac. Pigs are  nice to a fault and possess impeccable manners and taste. They have so much of  the perfectionist in them that others may be inclined to perceive them as snobs,  but this is a misconception. Pigs are simply possessed of a truly luxurious  nature, one that delights in finery and riches (in surroundings, food,  lovemaking and otherwise). This Sign believes in the best qualities of mankind  and certainly doesn't consider itself to be superior. Pigs also care a great  deal about friends and family and work hard to keep everyone in their life  happy. Helping others is a true pleasure for the Pig, who feels best when  everyone else is smiling. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A Pig with no one around to appreciate its giving nature is a sad sight. Pigs  are so magnanimous they can appear almost saintly; this can lead some  less-than-well-intentioned souls to stomp all over this Sign, and the bad news  is, the Pig will take the blows! Pigs make great companions in part because of  their refusal to see the more negative or base qualities in a partner, but that  rose-colored view can lead to this Sign's allowing itself to be taken advantage  of. Contrary to their seemingly benign dispositions, however, Pigs can be quite  venomous in response to being crossed by a lover, friend or business partner.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pigs are highly intelligent creatures, forever studying, playing and probing  in their quest for greater knowledge. They can be misinterpreted as being lazy,  however, due to their love of reveling in the good stuff; this Sign could  happily spend hours on end making love, napping, taking a long bubble bath or  dallying over an incredible spread of rich foods. Pigs tend to make wonderful  life partners due to their hearts of gold and their love of family. Even so,  Pigs can be rather exclusive, choosing to spend time with those who will  appreciate them most and ignore the rest of the populace. Pigs would do well to  realize that there's more to life than being needed. When they open up their  world to a diverse group of people, they will truly bloom. On the other hand, they have a quick temper and sometimes have to pay for their rash impulsiveness. However, no one can overcome their inner strength; they have such tremendous fortitude and jump the goal post very time. The Pig will have an abundance of good fortune and an abundance of years. The Pig will know a life filled with serenity and riches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SIYWAXjxwtI/AAAAAAAAAWo/daAqNMgFXDI/s1600-h/tiger.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SIYWAXjxwtI/AAAAAAAAAWo/daAqNMgFXDI/s400/tiger.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225888613189927634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tigers may not be the king of the jungle, but these striped cats are no softies!  Magnetic and self-possessed, Tigers are born leaders. They have an air of  authority that prompts others to fall in line, which is exactly how they like  it. Although they are magnetically charming and fun to be around, Tigers like to  go it alone sometimes too. A Tiger's main interest is in following its ambitions  -- and maintaining control. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tigers are courageous beyond compare and generally come out ahead in battle,  be it in the boardroom or the bedroom. Seduction is one area where the Tiger is  definitely king! Noble and warm-hearted, Tigers have a natural, raw appeal  that's extremely attractive to other Signs. They're not just about attraction,  though; ever on the side of right, Tigers will fight the good fight to the  bitter end if the cause is worthy. Opponents are wise to fear this feline. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A bit of caution is a good thing around Tigers, since they can pounce without  warning. They experience mood swings and often feel things more intensely than  others, the latter quality being both good and bad. They can react poorly under  stress and are prone to emotional outbursts. This Sign's bristling sensitivity  can send friend and foe running for cover. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A lesson that Tigers would be well-served to learn is moderation in all  things. Once these cats can find their center and direct their considerable  energies toward worthwhile endeavors (as opposed to racing through life), they  will accomplish much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Tiger and the Pig can make a good match, but it will require a bit of  extra flexibility on both sides and a lot of mutual trust. The Pig is generally  very kind, well-mannered and generous and tends to see only the best in other  people; this in itself makes a relationship with this Sign easier. The Tiger,  too, is generally quite affable and good-spirited; however, there are certain  behaviors and situations that can turn both of these Signs' good spirits into  bad moods. For the Tiger, restrictive relationships, possessive lovers and rigid  expectations can be just cause to run away. Freedom and autonomy are incredibly  important to the Tiger, who will do whatever it takes to ensure it retains that  freedom. The Pig values connection, support and a steady home life and will very  likely find the Tiger's "lone wolf" character to be unsettling at best. If these  two Signs live together, and especially if their relationship is romantic, they  will have to make sure to allow room for their differences -- the Pig will have  to excuse the Tiger's roaming and the Tiger will have to offer the Pig as much  support and reassurance as possible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A romantic relationship may actually be the most likely sort between these  two. The Tiger is magnetically attractive, generally very sexily appealing to  any of the Signs. The Pig possesses its own sexy mystique and is also very much  a sensualist, reveling in the simple but luxurious pleasures of food,  lovemaking, even sleeping and bathing. As long as the Tiger doesn't feel  restricted by the Pig's love of home comforts, the Tiger will be happy to play  along -- for a while. Inevitably, this Sign's urge to roam, explore and  experience will kick in again. As business partners these two can create a  strong company as long as their goals are aligned. Though a sensualist by  nature, the Pig is far from lazy; this is a hard-working Sign whose efforts will  back up the Tiger's courageous leadership and innovative ideas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has definitely peaked my interest in astrology. I usually think that astrology is a waste of time..but its kind of interesting so I am making it a point to learn more about it. I am going to the book store tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-6139033000152331339?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6139033000152331339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6139033000152331339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6139033000152331339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6139033000152331339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/chinese-astrology.html' title='Chinese Astrology'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SIYWAH6PKQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/i3EtBqwVsnk/s72-c/pig2%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-2233067102936680347</id><published>2008-07-15T18:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:02:23.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The new last name...</title><content type='html'>So a lot of people have asked.... So i figure I should blog about it. My new last name will be Schultz. There you have it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-2233067102936680347?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2233067102936680347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=2233067102936680347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2233067102936680347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2233067102936680347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-last-name.html' title='The new last name...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-5902952229649364561</id><published>2008-07-15T10:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:53:57.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding junk...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I am taking the day off to try and accomplish a few things that are on my list of things to do for the wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I need to find shoes that I want to wear with my dress, because it is getting fitted on Saturday!! It is finally here. I am going to go see it on Wednesday!! I will post pictures later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I am going ring shopping with my friend Genevieve for our fiances. Lee wants a white gold, comfort fit band with some bling, but not to much. I am also going to have his ring engraved so I need to order that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)And finally I am going to make it to the printers if it kills me and get my invitations taken care of, so they can be put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which just leads me to figuring out what I want to do for our engagement photo's. If you have any ideas please let me know. I want to do something in the city or something random like that, only because our wedding will be up in the canyon so I want something on the other side of the scale. My mom's boyfriend Allen, is a photographer and he is going to take my bridals and our engagement photos...so they will turn out awesome. I am going to take my bridals at the salt flats, and I am going to take them with Lee. I know its against tradition for him to see me in my dress, but I dont care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-5902952229649364561?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5902952229649364561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=5902952229649364561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/5902952229649364561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/5902952229649364561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/wedding-junk.html' title='Wedding junk...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-8438179994082266234</id><published>2008-07-09T10:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:47:11.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer at Large</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SHTo_ASTgBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/COPFOJW-70A/s1600-h/ikiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SHTo_ASTgBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/COPFOJW-70A/s400/ikiller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221054037135425554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obesity in the US has gotten out of control. My friend Genevieve used to be obese but got gastric bypass and has lost over 200 pounds. I am going to go see a documentary that she is in about obesity, and how she has overcome the disease. It is called Killer at Large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before G, had her surgery she was close to 350, and has lost 200 pounds. She had the surgery 6 years ago, and looks amazing! Check out this girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SHTqie1rn5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/OJLvGPZ0hkU/s1600-h/ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SHTqie1rn5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/OJLvGPZ0hkU/s400/ba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221055746143920018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I work with her at eBay and she is the sweetest girl. She is very open about her past health issue, and has helped a lot of people prepare for their own surgery or just seek some options that they have. Here is a video she made about her journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/50UnD51CPkw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/50UnD51CPkw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance to see this documentary do it for sure. I am going to go see it tonight at the Tower theater at 6:30, the theater is on 9th and 9th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-8438179994082266234?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8438179994082266234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=8438179994082266234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8438179994082266234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8438179994082266234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/killer-at-large.html' title='Killer at Large'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SHTo_ASTgBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/COPFOJW-70A/s72-c/ikiller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-7213362457427262891</id><published>2008-07-08T12:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:27:49.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up with some B=town friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SHO2GhHsC1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/JjFjHLEPYBE/s1600-h/n203002030_30571719_77f54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SHO2GhHsC1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/JjFjHLEPYBE/s400/n203002030_30571719_77f54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220716616138623826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I reunited with some good friends from high school. Go Braves! Mrs. Emilee Munday was visiting Utah, so we got most of the old crew together and went to dinner. Lindsey, Emilee and I met up at the gateway and went to what Emilee calls, Z teejais, but we went to Z tejas. Sometimes Spanish words are hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome meeting up and catching up on the past few years. These two lovely ladies are married, so they were prepping me for my upcoming nuptials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-7213362457427262891?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7213362457427262891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=7213362457427262891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/7213362457427262891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/7213362457427262891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/catching-up-with-some-btown-friends.html' title='Catching up with some B=town friends'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SHO2GhHsC1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/JjFjHLEPYBE/s72-c/n203002030_30571719_77f54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6193144043240067832</id><published>2008-07-07T09:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:04:43.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Wheeling accidents...</title><content type='html'>It was only a matter of time before I hurt myself while 4 wheeling... On Saturday I went out to ride with Lee and my brother Andy. We rode for a few hours, and then we found this steep hill. I watched Lee and Andy go up it just fine, so I figured I could make it. I threw my bike into gear and got to the top of the hill, but then my bike bogged out and wouldn't go any further. My only thing I could do was to ride the wheeler backwards down the hill. The hill was waaaay steep and on the way back down I must have hit a bump, which resulted in my 4 wheeler rolling twice and me getting thrown from the bike. Luckily I didn't get stuck under the bike. I have tons of bruises and cuts on my legs and arms, but all in all I am ok.  Let this be a lesson, just because the boys can do it, does not mean that you can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4 wheeler is currently damaged. It runs just fine, but the plastics are all scratched up and I broke off one of headlights. My clutch handle rotated half way around so that will have to be fixed as well. Luckily Lee is a handy mechanic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-6193144043240067832?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6193144043240067832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6193144043240067832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6193144043240067832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6193144043240067832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-wheeling-accidents.html' title='4 Wheeling accidents...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6067189740978884860</id><published>2008-07-03T10:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:01:08.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chances</title><content type='html'>This is the cutest story I have heard in a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was looking on the internet to see what was happening for the 4th of July this weekend and came across an art exhibit with some photography by someone who's name she recognized. The persons name was someone she had dated in high school, and they were very close, but then he went on mission and then while he was gone she moved down to Utah. My mother grew up in Montana. I guess this guy was really something because my grandma wanted my mom to marry this guy. My mom figured it couldn't hurt to call and see if this guy was who she thought it was, and as it turns out, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like these two people have been trying to find each other. When my family lived in Bountiful, this guy lived in North Salt lake, and now that I live in Midvale with my mom, he lives like 10 blocks east of where we live. He shops at the same grocery store, and even rides the same trax train my mom rides. My mom told me about this and I thought it was crazy! My mom and this guy have randomly tried to find each other from searching on the internet, or through their high school directory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two went out last night, and I guess it was as if they hadn't been apart. They hadn't seen each other in some 37 years, but they got all caught up and decided to not let their second chance go away this time.  My mom is acting like she is 20 again she seems so happy, I am so happy for her to have found what she was looking for, even if it took her 37 years to pick up where she left off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-6067189740978884860?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6067189740978884860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6067189740978884860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6067189740978884860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6067189740978884860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/second-chances.html' title='Second Chances'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-4638859608448444552</id><published>2008-07-01T11:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:07:31.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers Block</title><content type='html'>I hate it when people have blogs, but they don't update them regularly. Its super annoying to me. Like, why have a blog if you don't use it? Well I understand why people don't update their blogs, because after a while you don't know what to blog about. I have what I call, bloggers block. Very similar to writers block, but not as important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have fallen back in love with old music that I forgot about. I have been listening to old Sufjan Stevens, Joshua Radin (who I love) and a bunch others. It is so interesting to me how music can lift you up, or take you down depending on the lyrics. For instance, one of my favorite songs is Today, by Joshua Radin. Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoelaces untied&lt;br /&gt;you can dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;perfect shadows alive&lt;br /&gt;behind  us&lt;br /&gt;this is the day i make you mine&lt;br /&gt;the way your hair lies&lt;br /&gt;sometimes  unrecognized&lt;br /&gt;all the way from these today&lt;br /&gt;on a train&lt;br /&gt;nothing to say  if theres still time&lt;br /&gt;but you are the one&lt;br /&gt;i've been wating for today&lt;br /&gt;and here comes the sun that's been baiting on today&lt;br /&gt;lately i've lost my  tongue&lt;br /&gt;today you found the sun&lt;br /&gt;oh no not long has grown&lt;br /&gt;well i thank  god u came along&lt;br /&gt;you are the one i've been waitng for today&lt;br /&gt;and here  comes the sun that's been baiting on today&lt;br /&gt;you looked right through me when  there was no one else&lt;br /&gt;sat beside you and became myself&lt;br /&gt;today, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the one i've been waiting for today&lt;br /&gt;and here  comes the sun thats been baiting on today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this song in my playlist that is at the bottom of this blog, for sure listen to it. I love this song because it talks about how grateful he is to have found someone, and how perfect that someone is for him. I am going to walk down the aisle to this song, and have my mom's friend sing it, it should be amazing.  Joshua Radin is coming in concert soon!! Lee was cute enough to tell me about it because he knows how much I love this guy and said he would take me, even though Lee thinks my music choices are nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to marry Lee, he is my best friend. **sigh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is random. All in all, I think I will blog more often about awesome songs and stuff, so stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/f2mK9TajDm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/f2mK9TajDm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-4638859608448444552?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4638859608448444552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=4638859608448444552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4638859608448444552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4638859608448444552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/bloggers-block.html' title='Bloggers Block'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-4916887130051688024</id><published>2008-06-26T10:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:28:55.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paging Dr. Mau</title><content type='html'>So a few days ago I went cross country roller blading on the Jordan River Parkway. On the parkway there are random wooden bridges, for the most part they are all even and the wood planks are not all warped from the elements. Well...on my way back I went over a bridge that I think was made in the 1800's. I was walking across it, (with my rollerblades still on) and totally tripped. I caught myself before I fell, but got like 4 slivers in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Dr. Tina Mau was able to disect my hand and get the slivers out. Great job Dr. Mau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-4916887130051688024?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4916887130051688024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=4916887130051688024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4916887130051688024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/4916887130051688024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/06/paging-dr-mau.html' title='Paging Dr. Mau'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-5609843931044622867</id><published>2008-06-26T09:52:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:13:58.181-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><title type='text'>Chicago....after work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGPAoTp1l8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/dZBG4RK2lRc/s1600-h/1351940194_01c98caf8c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGPAoTp1l8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/dZBG4RK2lRc/s400/1351940194_01c98caf8c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216224592128219074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This diner is the most amazing place to eat in Chicago. Its on 11th and Wabash, please go to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGPApMtS3qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/8CQPdELPj8U/s1600-h/chicago+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGPApMtS3qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/8CQPdELPj8U/s400/chicago+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216224607443541666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the inside of the Eleven City Diner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGPALcb7zrI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OWEGQ58jeY0/s1600-h/chicago+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGPALcb7zrI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OWEGQ58jeY0/s400/chicago+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216224096269618866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Chicago they have random art in the park..I call these men the headless CEO's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGPALg1Be-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/xCa0rwPkPos/s1600-h/chicago+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGPALg1Be-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/xCa0rwPkPos/s400/chicago+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216224097448590306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGPAMcoQS3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/zQyc4ikFqhQ/s1600-h/chicago+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGPAMcoQS3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/zQyc4ikFqhQ/s400/chicago+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216224113501162354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGPAMz8viaI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OJWbm-OyKwA/s1600-h/chicago+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGPAMz8viaI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OJWbm-OyKwA/s400/chicago+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216224119761111458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_95-D3nI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XTtxuWabBRM/s1600-h/chicago+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_95-D3nI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XTtxuWabBRM/s400/chicago+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216223863679213170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_61WDGPI/AAAAAAAAATo/ww0CPMZMg9U/s1600-h/chicago+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_61WDGPI/AAAAAAAAATo/ww0CPMZMg9U/s400/chicago+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216223810898041074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These people are crazy!! There were protesters, and everyone was honking. It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_7d5Ds9I/AAAAAAAAATw/oH0cktn-8DA/s1600-h/chicago+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_7d5Ds9I/AAAAAAAAATw/oH0cktn-8DA/s400/chicago+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216223821782299602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_8b5T02I/AAAAAAAAAT4/mHEDmEvio3g/s1600-h/chicago+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_8b5T02I/AAAAAAAAAT4/mHEDmEvio3g/s400/chicago+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216223838426354530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_9dYyasI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7scyhTOsu9o/s1600-h/chicago+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_9dYyasI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7scyhTOsu9o/s400/chicago+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216223856006687426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This subway entrance is funny to me. In my art class I just took, I had to write a paper about this piece. It used to be in a museum, and now its in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_p-I6DnI/AAAAAAAAATQ/z8fxX0jnq1k/s1600-h/chicago+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_p-I6DnI/AAAAAAAAATQ/z8fxX0jnq1k/s400/chicago+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216223521201065586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Millenium park they have these weird fountain things that show faces and pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_qUu6BfI/AAAAAAAAATY/8Rlo-YvdUpw/s1600-h/chicago+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_qUu6BfI/AAAAAAAAATY/8Rlo-YvdUpw/s400/chicago+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216223527266026994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turns out they are animated and awesome. This girl starting shooting water from her mouth. There were tons of kids playing in the fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_rSlqkxI/AAAAAAAAATg/ZLb_xZOdEFI/s1600-h/chicago+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO_rSlqkxI/AAAAAAAAATg/ZLb_xZOdEFI/s400/chicago+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216223543870264082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the girl was spitting water, it turned into a water fall, and water actually fell from the pillar. We need these things in SLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO-XfT1wSI/AAAAAAAAASw/4easQsAFX7w/s1600-h/chicago+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO-XfT1wSI/AAAAAAAAASw/4easQsAFX7w/s400/chicago+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216222104176148770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Izzy, hanging out in Chicago..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO-X6AfDVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/8n_Aq3WAOno/s1600-h/chicago+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO-X6AfDVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/8n_Aq3WAOno/s400/chicago+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216222111342726482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO-YdcOtLI/AAAAAAAAATA/QCSy5F3lR0E/s1600-h/chicago+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO-YdcOtLI/AAAAAAAAATA/QCSy5F3lR0E/s400/chicago+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216222120854336690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More random art in the park, this was a huge steel swing..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9RadcVgI/AAAAAAAAARo/2hwtXmQhIBQ/s1600-h/chicago+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9RadcVgI/AAAAAAAAARo/2hwtXmQhIBQ/s400/chicago+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220900283405826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bean. Its called something else, but all the locals call it the bean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO-WuzlTwI/AAAAAAAAASo/Q1waxOW0t58/s1600-h/chicago+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO-WuzlTwI/AAAAAAAAASo/Q1waxOW0t58/s400/chicago+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216222091155951362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO-YwGb9FI/AAAAAAAAATI/ibkKlJXfQrM/s1600-h/chicago+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO-YwGb9FI/AAAAAAAAATI/ibkKlJXfQrM/s400/chicago+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216222125863203922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9ujhxxUI/AAAAAAAAASA/OLF5KQFQhRQ/s1600-h/chicago+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9ujhxxUI/AAAAAAAAASA/OLF5KQFQhRQ/s400/chicago+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216221400933713218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shaunna, Izzy, and me playing with pictures of our reflection on the Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9vMX1vRI/AAAAAAAAASI/p2N4wZKH_us/s1600-h/chicago+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9vMX1vRI/AAAAAAAAASI/p2N4wZKH_us/s400/chicago+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216221411897883922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It kept raining randomly in Chicago that day, but would only rain for like 10 minutes at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9vQMTahI/AAAAAAAAASQ/opGZ-5TqtX4/s1600-h/chicago+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9vQMTahI/AAAAAAAAASQ/opGZ-5TqtX4/s400/chicago+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216221412923238930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9v6WQ2RI/AAAAAAAAASY/8NArVdmBmbQ/s1600-h/chicago+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9v6WQ2RI/AAAAAAAAASY/8NArVdmBmbQ/s400/chicago+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216221424239302930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9yUqrRYI/AAAAAAAAASg/1YImm06Qxlc/s1600-h/chicago+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9yUqrRYI/AAAAAAAAASg/1YImm06Qxlc/s400/chicago+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216221465663980930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9SbV0rQI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jBqJfptvDOM/s1600-h/chicago+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9SbV0rQI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jBqJfptvDOM/s400/chicago+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220917699751170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9R2X5nJI/AAAAAAAAARw/YEEqGYsFuCk/s1600-h/chicago+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9R2X5nJI/AAAAAAAAARw/YEEqGYsFuCk/s400/chicago+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220907776351378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9QSVPGiI/AAAAAAAAARY/ViBssE8pJYw/s1600-h/chicago+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9QSVPGiI/AAAAAAAAARY/ViBssE8pJYw/s400/chicago+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220880921631266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is their amphitheater. Are you serious? Free concerts at this place. This is way cooler than any amphitheater in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9RDi2RzI/AAAAAAAAARg/VaOVo5FwCO8/s1600-h/chicago+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9RDi2RzI/AAAAAAAAARg/VaOVo5FwCO8/s400/chicago+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220894132062002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shuanna and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO892fM18I/AAAAAAAAAQw/TKfzzNfyt6A/s1600-h/chicago+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO892fM18I/AAAAAAAAAQw/TKfzzNfyt6A/s400/chicago+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220564209588162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is funny..to me mainly. Lee works for Fidelity and I thought that the moose was their logo or something...turns out, its just more random art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO8-jX_BcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-RLNVgohqdE/s1600-h/chicago+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO8-jX_BcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-RLNVgohqdE/s400/chicago+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220576258917826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt that I needed to ride the moose. It was so hard to get up there, but it was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO8_RDlsaI/AAAAAAAAARA/IJrN2Lh-ca8/s1600-h/chicago+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO8_RDlsaI/AAAAAAAAARA/IJrN2Lh-ca8/s400/chicago+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220588521402786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9AK9AYwI/AAAAAAAAARI/xDmZ0j8uPRM/s1600-h/chicago+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9AK9AYwI/AAAAAAAAARI/xDmZ0j8uPRM/s400/chicago+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220604063048450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9A3f4I6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/eNRXYdGe6U4/s1600-h/chicago+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO9A3f4I6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/eNRXYdGe6U4/s400/chicago+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220616020468642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO8mtzqApI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/prahO8rEjwg/s1600-h/chicago+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO8mtzqApI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/prahO8rEjwg/s400/chicago+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220166742475410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea what this building is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO8n7uxmNI/AAAAAAAAAQY/W05olPF-qxA/s1600-h/chicago+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO8n7uxmNI/AAAAAAAAAQY/W05olPF-qxA/s400/chicago+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220187659966674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the river right by my hotel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO8ogUhk-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/yxDO9p8MRxg/s1600-h/chicago+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO8ogUhk-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/yxDO9p8MRxg/s400/chicago+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220197481976802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO8p9vAPgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Fjado6ntiO4/s1600-h/chicago+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO8p9vAPgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Fjado6ntiO4/s400/chicago+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220222557535746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is the Sears Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago was amazing. There is such a energy on the streets. It was an awesome place to visit and interact with the people that live there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-5609843931044622867?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5609843931044622867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=5609843931044622867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/5609843931044622867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/5609843931044622867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/06/chicagoafter-work.html' title='Chicago....after work.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGPAoTp1l8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/dZBG4RK2lRc/s72-c/1351940194_01c98caf8c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-2628688138229533646</id><published>2008-06-26T09:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:52:07.688-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eBay Live'/><title type='text'>My Trip To Chicago!!</title><content type='html'>As many of you know I work for eBay, and have for a few years. Every year eBay does a convention called, eBay live! It was in Chicago this year and I was selected to go. Here is a photo journey through Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO5aJVyl0I/AAAAAAAAANw/q_qTVW4yf34/s1600-h/chicago+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO5aJVyl0I/AAAAAAAAANw/q_qTVW4yf34/s320/chicago+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216216652260218690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO5ausAIXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/IkWHFb0Myj4/s1600-h/chicago+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO5ausAIXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/IkWHFb0Myj4/s320/chicago+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216216662285492594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where I worked in the convention, it was called Seller Scalability. I had to wear a lab coat, I think they wanted us to look smart or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO5baWJm9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/i-70gdPdY7k/s1600-h/chicago+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO5baWJm9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/i-70gdPdY7k/s320/chicago+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216216674004999122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the eBay Canada site mascot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO5bpG117I/AAAAAAAAAOI/dDEeMV_nNPA/s1600-h/chicago+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO5bpG117I/AAAAAAAAAOI/dDEeMV_nNPA/s320/chicago+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216216677967321010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People could leave notes, for pretty much whatever they wanted..This was my favorite one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO5cOb722I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PmsQ7gv15Rw/s1600-h/chicago+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO5cOb722I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PmsQ7gv15Rw/s320/chicago+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216216687987907426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken in the employee lounge, and as you can tell being on our feet for 10 hours a day had started to get to us..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-2628688138229533646?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2628688138229533646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=2628688138229533646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2628688138229533646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2628688138229533646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-trip-to-chicago.html' title='My Trip To Chicago!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SGO5aJVyl0I/AAAAAAAAANw/q_qTVW4yf34/s72-c/chicago+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-769654932277024205</id><published>2008-06-11T16:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:40:08.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Blading!!!</title><content type='html'>I know I am a dork but I go roller blading all the time. Enough to get a summer pass at Classic Skating. It is so fun and its a killer workout. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SFBR8yVCI1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/UxqHit3uPSY/s1600-h/killer+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SFBR8yVCI1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/UxqHit3uPSY/s320/killer+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210754873611658066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SFBR-e_4VYI/AAAAAAAAANY/jUx90MhuwRs/s1600-h/killer+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SFBR-e_4VYI/AAAAAAAAANY/jUx90MhuwRs/s320/killer+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210754902782399874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying out jumping onto the carpet from the rink....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SFBSDEWSNeI/AAAAAAAAANo/vIP0XuRNeSg/s1600-h/killer+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SFBSDEWSNeI/AAAAAAAAANo/vIP0XuRNeSg/s320/killer+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210754981527959010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SFBR_qeJaDI/AAAAAAAAANg/x2Sbe-TmhTs/s1600-h/killer+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SFBR_qeJaDI/AAAAAAAAANg/x2Sbe-TmhTs/s320/killer+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210754923042007090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was right after I tried the jump they have at Classic Skating. It was my first attempt at jumping something so I was in shock when I landed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-769654932277024205?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/769654932277024205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=769654932277024205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/769654932277024205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/769654932277024205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/06/roller-blading.html' title='Roller Blading!!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SFBR8yVCI1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/UxqHit3uPSY/s72-c/killer+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-8556680670998110819</id><published>2008-06-11T11:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:19:40.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eBay Live!!</title><content type='html'>In 7 days I will be in Chicago for work! I am way excited and stressed about it at the same time. I am not sure what I will do with my down time while I am in Chicago. I will for sure have a Chicago style hot dog, and I want to go to Navy pier and the Sears Tower...but thats all I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.isbor.org/website_pieces/ChicagoSkyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.isbor.org/website_pieces/ChicagoSkyline.jpg" alt="" 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/1348333455191506305-8556680670998110819?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8556680670998110819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=8556680670998110819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8556680670998110819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8556680670998110819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/06/ebay-live.html' title='eBay Live!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-7487675420179223328</id><published>2008-05-30T09:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:38:01.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest activities.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SEAfI3qeq7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Sp6guvOwHM4/s1600-h/stuff+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SEAfI3qeq7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Sp6guvOwHM4/s320/stuff+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206195406481828786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SEAfJHqeq8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Mr-IJfgHq_Q/s1600-h/stuff+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SEAfJHqeq8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Mr-IJfgHq_Q/s320/stuff+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206195410776796098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SEAfJnqeq9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/eWTADkrQViI/s1600-h/stuff+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SEAfJnqeq9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/eWTADkrQViI/s320/stuff+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206195419366730706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SEAfKHqeq-I/AAAAAAAAANA/fG-0jk-BWMc/s1600-h/stuff+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SEAfKHqeq-I/AAAAAAAAANA/fG-0jk-BWMc/s320/stuff+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206195427956665314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SEAfKXqeq_I/AAAAAAAAANI/t4GWZ_brMkA/s1600-h/stuff+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SEAfKXqeq_I/AAAAAAAAANI/t4GWZ_brMkA/s320/stuff+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206195432251632626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee has been expanding my fun factor. We recently have started golfing together, and I just got a four wheeler. Golf is hard, and I am starting to realize why so many people throw their golf clubs!! Four wheeling is super fun, but I am still getting the hang of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-7487675420179223328?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7487675420179223328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=7487675420179223328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/7487675420179223328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/7487675420179223328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/05/latest-activities.html' title='Latest activities.....'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SEAfI3qeq7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Sp6guvOwHM4/s72-c/stuff+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6971119193783632143</id><published>2008-05-29T12:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:18:24.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My team is the best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7zxHqeq0I/AAAAAAAAALs/iJRlrZfK7D0/s1600-h/stuff+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7zxHqeq0I/AAAAAAAAALs/iJRlrZfK7D0/s320/stuff+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205866244483230530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A few weeks ago I found this piggy bank that they only sell in Japan that I really wanted. It is a motion sensor thing, so when it sees you about to feed it money, it opens it mouth and eats it. Its soo cute, it looks like its eating it.My team even got me my very own birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7zx3qeq1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/tKa3pcw0nNo/s1600-h/stuff+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7zx3qeq1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/tKa3pcw0nNo/s320/stuff+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205866257368132434" 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/1348333455191506305-6971119193783632143?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6971119193783632143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6971119193783632143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6971119193783632143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6971119193783632143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-friend-derek-is-gem.html' title='My team is the best!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7zxHqeq0I/AAAAAAAAALs/iJRlrZfK7D0/s72-c/stuff+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-2841668401130054198</id><published>2008-05-29T11:48:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:46:33.032-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My little pony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>My Mom is sooo cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD8VX3qeq2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jEXl5hp7wGY/s1600-h/stuff+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD8VX3qeq2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jEXl5hp7wGY/s320/stuff+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205903194086878050" 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; The whole my little pony idea is an inside joke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7xpHqeqyI/AAAAAAAAALc/BpZo5ePpslY/s1600-h/stuff+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7xpHqeqyI/AAAAAAAAALc/BpZo5ePpslY/s320/stuff+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205863908021021474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7xoXqeqwI/AAAAAAAAALM/9EHZB1PQIBY/s1600-h/stuff+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7xoXqeqwI/AAAAAAAAALM/9EHZB1PQIBY/s320/stuff+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205863895136119554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up the stairs to my part of the house.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7xo3qeqxI/AAAAAAAAALU/aKKT2V59Ncw/s1600-h/stuff+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7xo3qeqxI/AAAAAAAAALU/aKKT2V59Ncw/s320/stuff+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205863903726054162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my birthday and my mom has gone all out. She decorated the house last night with pink and purple streamers and balloons. She even got me a Happy Birthday banner that is my little pony. She got me a party hat, and she told me that I had to wear it and take pictures...so here they are mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7xm3qeqvI/AAAAAAAAALE/2K8tcxrYGZ8/s1600-h/stuff+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7xm3qeqvI/AAAAAAAAALE/2K8tcxrYGZ8/s320/stuff+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205863869366315762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7w33qequI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XEVBCH68n2U/s1600-h/stuff+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7w33qequI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XEVBCH68n2U/s320/stuff+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205863061912464098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She must be having some issues with me growing up. With all of the pink and purple decorations, and my party hat, it wouldn't be complete if I didn't have a treat to share at work. My mother was on top of the birthday today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7w1nqeqrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dwITAL4erLA/s1600-h/stuff+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7w1nqeqrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dwITAL4erLA/s320/stuff+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205863023257758386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7w3HqeqsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/j4KrwRkm6wU/s1600-h/stuff+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7w3HqeqsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/j4KrwRkm6wU/s320/stuff+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205863049027562178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7w3nqeqtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2pRp7bEzkE4/s1600-h/stuff+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7w3nqeqtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2pRp7bEzkE4/s320/stuff+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205863057617496786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was even sweet enough to send me flowers at work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7w0nqeqqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_vlukbrV1QE/s1600-h/stuff+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD7w0nqeqqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_vlukbrV1QE/s320/stuff+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205863006077889186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are awesome mom!! I love you. Thank you for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-2841668401130054198?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2841668401130054198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=2841668401130054198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2841668401130054198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2841668401130054198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mom-is-sooo-cute.html' title='My Mom is sooo cute.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SD8VX3qeq2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jEXl5hp7wGY/s72-c/stuff+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-8366257455473604904</id><published>2008-05-12T17:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:53:35.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keddington Designs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCjYSrbME5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/dXP9HTlIMPs/s1600-h/invitation.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCjYSrbME5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/dXP9HTlIMPs/s320/invitation.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199643585205244818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome brother Shane is super artistic and way amazing. He designed and made his sons birth announcements so I asked him if he would design my invitations. Turns out he is amazing, all I told him was that I wanted certain colors, and this is what he came up with. He made a sample and is going to send it home with Andy and Michelle who are going to visit him next week up in Seattle. This is just a portion of the invite, but it gives you the general idea. Thanks Shane, you rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-8366257455473604904?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8366257455473604904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=8366257455473604904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8366257455473604904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/8366257455473604904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/05/keddington-designs.html' title='Keddington Designs'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCjYSrbME5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/dXP9HTlIMPs/s72-c/invitation.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6787382200440223376</id><published>2008-05-09T10:33:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:58:23.258-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Being the youngest has it's perks...</title><content type='html'>I am the youngest in my family, and have watched all most all of my siblings get married. I have also helped my mother on all of the weddings she has done flowers for, so I feel like I have learned what to do and what not to do as far as weddings go. Here is a list of things that I have learned not to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not get married in July, it is waaaaay to hot.&lt;br /&gt;Get married somewhere, where they have to do the yard work and not you. (Since pretty much all of my brothers and sisters were married in backyards).&lt;br /&gt;Do not wear white airwalks under your wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"red"&lt;/span&gt; cups.&lt;br /&gt;Make sure your mother/mother in law are not crazy. ( I'm lucky that my mother and mother in law are completely sane).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not &lt;/span&gt;buy a wedding cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit wedding cakes are classic, traditional, but lets face it, no one eats it. I have a hard time justifying 300-400 dollars for a cake, that no one will eat. That being said, I have opted to not have a cake. My vast wedding knowledge has given me a leg up on planning my own wedding, so I am going to have cupcakes! Before you say, okay, Katie...cupcakes? Are you 14? Take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCSB2gOpz7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/AQ6Ab53UkOQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCSB2gOpz7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/AQ6Ab53UkOQ/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198422643256709042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/krevels/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/krevels/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCSB2wOpz8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NZmL9j32r68/s1600-h/466.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCSB2wOpz8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NZmL9j32r68/s320/466.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198422647551676354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on having tiers of cupcakes in our colors, and for me and Lee we will have special tux and bride cupcakes. I know, its way cute, you dont have to tell me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/krevels/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-6787382200440223376?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6787382200440223376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6787382200440223376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6787382200440223376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6787382200440223376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-youngest-has-its-perks.html' title='Being the youngest has it&apos;s perks...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCSB2gOpz7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/AQ6Ab53UkOQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-6617418609131252162</id><published>2008-05-08T10:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:43:33.103-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Mama Drama'/><title type='text'>Baby Mama Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCMrftLjVmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z5NXwQafFQI/s1600-h/baby-mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCMrftLjVmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z5NXwQafFQI/s320/baby-mama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198046218619672162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to see the movie Baby Mama. I went with my Mom at the theater up the road from our house. I was way excited to see the movie, I had heard it was way funny. So when I got there and sat down I was ready to laugh so hard that I peed a little. As it turns out, that didnt happen. There was a lady there with a baby, who kept crying. The mother of this child thought it was fine, and not annoying to anyone else in the theater. She let her child roam throughout the theater, and at one point in the movie the child was on my row. I had to force myself to not shout out things like, "Shut your kid up!", and "This is not church!!". My mother and I were so annoyed! My mom at one point left the movie to complain to have someone ask this lady to leave. No one from the theater came in like they promised they would. After the movie I was super annoyed and went to complain, and I guess I was super scary to the manager because she said she was going to give us free tickets, but she never came back out to give them to us, she had someone else give them to us. If someone was to ask me what this movie was about, I would have to say that I have no idea. I guess I will wait until it comes out on video and watch it then in the comfort of my own home, which does not have any screaming baby's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-6617418609131252162?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6617418609131252162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=6617418609131252162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6617418609131252162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/6617418609131252162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-mama-drama.html' title='Baby Mama Drama'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCMrftLjVmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z5NXwQafFQI/s72-c/baby-mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-7579575841624221184</id><published>2008-05-06T15:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:44:19.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors!!</title><content type='html'>The colors for the wedding are Chocolate Brown and Tiffany Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 216px; height: 216px;" src="http://www.overthetoplinen.com/admin/productimg/Chocolate-Brown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 214px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.shopaware.com/images/febtiffanybox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-7579575841624221184?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7579575841624221184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=7579575841624221184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/7579575841624221184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/7579575841624221184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/05/colors.html' title='Colors!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-2887929423988234481</id><published>2008-05-06T14:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:56:55.818-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose Sachs Garden'/><title type='text'>Rose Sachs Garden</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me, knows that I hate the girly planning stuff. Last Saturday I was able to get the two hard things about planning a wedding out of the way. I booked our ceremony/reception site, and ordered a dress. The dress wont be here until the end of July, so more word on that later! Thanks mom! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location is Rose Sachs Garden. It is located up Parleys Canyon. It has three water falls, and is surrounded by trees. Check out these photos to get a general idea. In October the leaves will be changing and the weather should still be in the 70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCDPMUO_CbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uTctqDE21kw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCDPMUO_CbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uTctqDE21kw/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197381780482492850" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCDHzkO_CPI/AAAAAAAAABY/DdbMIfSsqwM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCDPNEO_CeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SBPxTn2ttyA/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCDPNEO_CeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SBPxTn2ttyA/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197381793367394786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCDPMkO_CcI/AAAAAAAAADA/O9N0hcrjGmo/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCDPMkO_CcI/AAAAAAAAADA/O9N0hcrjGmo/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197381784777460162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCDPM0O_CdI/AAAAAAAAADI/rHBcoN5BGvc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCDPM0O_CdI/AAAAAAAAADI/rHBcoN5BGvc/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197381789072427474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCDHzkO_CPI/AAAAAAAAABY/DdbMIfSsqwM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-2887929423988234481?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2887929423988234481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=2887929423988234481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2887929423988234481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/2887929423988234481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/05/rose-sachs-garden.html' title='Rose Sachs Garden'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCDPMUO_CbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uTctqDE21kw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348333455191506305.post-5252061970182904685</id><published>2008-05-06T13:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:54:10.727-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proposal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><title type='text'>Finally Engaged!!</title><content type='html'>Lee popped the question on 4/25/08(My brothers birthday, Lee called him to make sure he wouldn't be annoyed we stole his thunder). Lee is a big joker. The back story on this, is that I hate balloons, I just think they are annoying. Lee made up this story that we were going to go look at this house that he wanted to buy, so when I got off work I met him up at Tanner Park in Holladay. When he got there he was acting all weird so I knew something was up. We walked around for a while, then he said "Lets sit down and chit chat". After about a minute of sitting there, he said he had a present for me, and that it was one of my favorite things, and that they were colorful and float. He then went to his car to get my "present". I saw the balloons come out of his car, and I was like, "Are you kidding me? You get my hopes up and you are giving me balloons?". As he got closer he opened a ring box and I could see a ring, but he was far enough away for me to not tell if it was my ring or some random ring. He somehow had the ring box  attached to the bunch of balloons. When I saw the ring box I ran up to him to give him a big hug, he then acted like he fell over and let go of the balloons. I was so upset, I yelled at him and then I made him get in my car with me, and made him watch the balloons as I followed them. I was driving like Ace Ventura, with my face outside of the car, and telling Lee he was an idiot. After about a block he told me to just forget it, and to take him back to his car since he had it insured, so he could call the guy. When I dropped him off, I was obviously still upset, he told me he had gotten me some flowers and a little present, and that I could have it, since he had messed up my proposal. He walked away to call about the ring, I opened the present and it was another ring box with a note inside that said, " Do you think I'm that dumb? Come out side, I have something for you". I then went outside to meet Lee. I had the note in my hand, and was thinking maybe he was supposed to give this to me before he let go of the balloons. He then showed me my ring, and said "So Kate, Will you?". I of course wanted to say yes, but I told Lee, "Lee, you only get to ask me this questions once, do it right and get down on your knee". So he did, and asked me for real, and I said yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Lee had practiced how he was going to let go of the balloons, and he practiced how he was going to act "sad" after he let them go. I have to say, he did an awesome job. I totally believed it all. Anyone who knows Lee, knows that he is not one for the dramatics, but he did a way good job acting. I was pissed at him, then I felt sorry for him, and then I was head over heels happy and in love with him, it was a cycle of emotions...all within a half hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348333455191506305-5252061970182904685?l=leeandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5252061970182904685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348333455191506305&amp;postID=5252061970182904685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/5252061970182904685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348333455191506305/posts/default/5252061970182904685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-engaged.html' title='Finally Engaged!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260214460774923915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_raHs91VS-o4/SCC0-EO_CJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2qxZXLgZm9g/S220/katie+and+lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
