tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50911935019824747972024-03-04T22:18:54.456-08:00Day by day......the crazy life of a Jex GirlK.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-41428652301813943952008-11-04T23:00:00.000-08:002008-11-04T23:19:21.393-08:00And I'll gladly stand up...Well... it's been a long time since I've posted anything. My apologies. I felt inspired to write tonight about one of our wonderful freedom's that we have here in the wonderful USA. The right/obligation to vote. What a privilege to be able to voice your opinion and have it be heard. Such a great opportunity we have to freely express our feelings & values to the world.<br /><br />Tonight was voting day. A huge day for all Americans. I was standing in line (for 45 minutes may I add) to cast my ballot this afternoon. Well worth it. <br /><br />Growing up, my parents taught me the valuable lesson and important of voting. I was raised with very conservative views, but that did not stop my parents from encouraging me to follow what I know was best. I don't always have to agree with everyone with my views, but I do need to make sure that I back up and stand up for what I believe in. Fight for what I know is right. California had Proposition 8 on the ballet tonight (Banning Gay marriage in CA), and it passed. Very controversial, especially since I'm in a relationship with a very liberal/democratic individual. It's very hard to stand up for what you believe in when you're not getting the support you desire from the one person who opinion matters most to you. I guess this is where I have to put my faith in Heavenly Father to help me stay strong to my beliefs, and to help me persevere to all apposing views or comments that may come my way. <br /><br />I hope that everyone who voted today will stand up for their beliefs, weather or not they're against my beliefs. Stand tall and proud for what you feel/know is right and don't let others tell you different. This wonderful land that we live in has given us the right to let our voice be heard.<br /><br />Today was very hard for me to stand up for what I believe in, but I know that when I go to bed tonight, I will pray for our new President Elect Obama, to help guide him to make the best decisions for our country. I hope others will do the same.<br /><br />That's my peace for tonight. God bless the USA.K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-58307844894518428542008-06-05T16:42:00.001-07:002008-06-05T17:58:44.241-07:00Cory's Graduation Party!!!So Cory graduated from College. He now Has two degrees. He graduated with honors (4.0 gpa) and was awarded by the Alpha Beta Kappa honor society.<br />He is so talented and smart. I am so proud of him. Love ya lots babe.<br /><br />So, in honor of him working so hard for so long... I threw him a kick ass party. I had an awesome desert table (including a chocolate fountain), a 9 foot subway sandwhich, and to top it off... I rented Sumo wrestling suits. It was so awesome. We had a blast. Thank you to everyone who was able to make it. Thanks for making that day so special. Enjoy the following...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipn1e3aWsdp2NYV3DyOjwvrkz9fa_TOYOLUCi170H3KCBM2Bj9x4hUsPAvWFfY0XtlReEFhyREi5NxFxQZTtIN9Rshx8maqUet3Zaw396lieIdxCbCG79ZzB83tRzOrPskrF54l8lFOBo/s1600-h/graduation+party+009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipn1e3aWsdp2NYV3DyOjwvrkz9fa_TOYOLUCi170H3KCBM2Bj9x4hUsPAvWFfY0XtlReEFhyREi5NxFxQZTtIN9Rshx8maqUet3Zaw396lieIdxCbCG79ZzB83tRzOrPskrF54l8lFOBo/s320/graduation+party+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208554139056233602" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0VRXvqhDDFVRJ3O3qpeUsf5lE8_5Osh3CbaRcOeQl2xJDeNsnH0AG0jBWt0sVgFr99JFwUE5pHvut6aPEbofBg5USlOij59poUAcxHLwEMK9TsyXxqW8ZtD1YvRkZmd0-M7K4qKH8EA/s1600-h/graduation+party+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0VRXvqhDDFVRJ3O3qpeUsf5lE8_5Osh3CbaRcOeQl2xJDeNsnH0AG0jBWt0sVgFr99JFwUE5pHvut6aPEbofBg5USlOij59poUAcxHLwEMK9TsyXxqW8ZtD1YvRkZmd0-M7K4qKH8EA/s320/graduation+party+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208554142708234418" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTvRe-_1KYlEWi3hJfJxp8zgqBnyjuoG53FW1kEF_OARqJNpLyuz9jtDN2AH0UszhyOX4JvBMcYCMtCfMAZVn4bGJWO1ttMvKSVacO9s9VRB7W3WNv_balem4f9K8YRXK56MSW78J6B8/s1600-h/graduation+party+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTvRe-_1KYlEWi3hJfJxp8zgqBnyjuoG53FW1kEF_OARqJNpLyuz9jtDN2AH0UszhyOX4JvBMcYCMtCfMAZVn4bGJWO1ttMvKSVacO9s9VRB7W3WNv_balem4f9K8YRXK56MSW78J6B8/s320/graduation+party+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208554151533289410" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzsdKKgZ1Qeh75LF49PO3fcR2Z9fgZajnCVxA_Cc9nbM1-7ubnTdc6e5DZWNFcDBGNthFsQe7adRaYPH6g1mrA4umNw1_qyCD1JoPsdThaFM7W4OqWmYqW0u8RMaJ68-UHxsO2EqFQmT4/s1600-h/graduation+party+014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzsdKKgZ1Qeh75LF49PO3fcR2Z9fgZajnCVxA_Cc9nbM1-7ubnTdc6e5DZWNFcDBGNthFsQe7adRaYPH6g1mrA4umNw1_qyCD1JoPsdThaFM7W4OqWmYqW0u8RMaJ68-UHxsO2EqFQmT4/s320/graduation+party+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208554160830796050" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-qAx80Q0eEkOrwBepXMtCFeo-lGNxhbibIw2FSafD-gJiTCQ-IeDt65IMI0jVXiZosc4NtVAFxbdzQAmPf2FMimyUqw8-cKUeDMy5i1PXHCaj8UaUBUbb1Vilemtq3J6ylcbm273r5E/s1600-h/graduation+party+018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-qAx80Q0eEkOrwBepXMtCFeo-lGNxhbibIw2FSafD-gJiTCQ-IeDt65IMI0jVXiZosc4NtVAFxbdzQAmPf2FMimyUqw8-cKUeDMy5i1PXHCaj8UaUBUbb1Vilemtq3J6ylcbm273r5E/s320/graduation+party+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208554165176322274" /></a>K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-24482405969057277102008-04-17T14:23:00.000-07:002008-04-17T15:02:12.331-07:00OK.... OK.... GET OFF MY CASE!!!I'm finally writing a NEW post. Yeah me!!<br /><br />Anyways. What's new? Um, I'm fatter... and I think I have added another chin to my face. Other than that... I'm super crazy busy. I've been doing weddings, make up, & hair non stop lately. Cory's almost done with school (one month left)which is so exciting. Cory also got a new job in the Graphic Design field. He works for a copmany HYBRID TEE'S in Cypress, CA. He absoultey loves it. I'm so proud of him. <br /><br />That's it for now.<br /><br />I'll post some new pictures of my new chin shortly.K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-52290426184479881822008-01-28T08:37:00.000-08:002008-01-28T14:34:06.657-08:00Great men...You all must know by now that our dear Prophet passed away last night. What a wonderful man. He was a wonderful example to us all. <br /><br />January 27th (yesterday) was the 1 year anniversary of my Grandpa Jex's passing. So I guess great men pass on that day.<br /><br />President Hinckley you will be missed... & Grandpa, I still miss ya.K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-76877167849141319712008-01-18T06:58:00.000-08:002008-01-18T08:47:28.471-08:00Cory & I... aka... Corylynn!<strong>1. How Long Have You Been Together?</strong> It will be 7 years in June '08<br /><br /><strong>2. How Long Did You Date?</strong> What do you think I'm doing right now? I have no ring on my finger so I consider all our time dating.<br /><br /><strong>3. How Old Is He?</strong> 8 day's older then me. We both turned 24 in December.<br /><br /><strong>4. Who Eats More?</strong> That could be a toss up... but I think Cory Win's here. <br /><br /><strong>5. Who Said "I Love You" First?</strong> I don't know? It was a mutual feeling... but I can see myself saying it first.<br /><br /><strong>6. Who Is Taller?</strong> Another toss up question... j/k! Cory is almost 2" taller. I like him just the way he is.<br /><br /><strong>7. Who Is The Better Singer?</strong> Well... I was the Ebell Scholarship recipient my senior year for Best Vocals (out of the whole Anaheim Union High School District)... But Cory also just starred as Danny Zucko in Westwood's College's performance of GREASE... and he pretty much rocked the house... but overall... I think I'm a little (lot) better.<br /><br /><strong>8. Who Is Smarter?</strong> Cory. He is a fricken Genius. He has held a constant 4.0 gpa and is going to graduate top of his class. I'm so proud of him. <br /><br /><strong>9. Who Does The Laundry?</strong> He does. I sometimes help. <br /><br /><strong>10. Who Does The Dishes?</strong> Cory. I hate dishes. He knows this... so he takes care of trash & dishes... and I'm happy to do the rest.<br /><br /><strong>11. Who's more patient?</strong> I'm a Jex... does that answer you question? Cory has made me a more patient individual... so this one goes to him.<br /><br /><strong>12. Who Pays The Bills?</strong> I do... but also think that it's important to keep him involved with where the $$$ is going. We both like to be on the same page.<br /><br /><strong>13. Who Mows The Lawn?</strong> Who mows their own lawn anymore? Hello... there are so many "Lawn" businesses out there... someone will do it for $5. My answer is Hire someone.<br /><br /><strong>14. Who Cooks?</strong> We both do. I love to cook & bake... but Cory makes some gourmet meals (he gets that from his Dad). When I was in school... he would always have something ready for me to eat when I got home... but now we're reversing rolls because he's in school. (Only 4 more months to go!!!) <br /><br /><strong>15. Who's More Stubborn?</strong> As stated in question #11... Cory is more patient & easygoing... and I'm a Jex. <br /><br /><strong>16. Who Kissed Who First?</strong> I told Cory that I wanted to take the relationship really slow... and he took that to the max. I think he was afraid to kiss me... so he respected my wishes and didn't. Well... it had been almost 3 weeks & I was getting tired of waiting... so one night he was walking me back to my car... I went to go open the door & was about to get in... but then I said to myself... screw it! I turned around and grabbed his face & planted a good one on him. Totally caught him off guard. <br /><br /><strong>17. Who Asked Who Out?</strong> Funny story. I was in love with Cory but didn't think that he was interested in me at all. There was another girl who also liked Cory & asked me to help he get Cory to ask her to Homecoming. Well, I walked in to class one day & in front of the other girl Cory asked me out to Homecoming. But that was high school... & we only dated for 3 weeks & then I called it quits for some stupid reason. But about 4-5 months later... we both asked each other out & that's how it's been for almost 7 years now. <br /><br /><strong>18. Who Proposed?</strong> Um... sensitive subject for me... because there is not ring yet. Cory believes that he should be completed with College first so you don't start off a marriage struggling. I agree... there are so many couples out there who have no $$$ because they have no schooling... so I kind of agree with Cory. Granted, I want to get married... but Good things come to those who wait.<br /><br /><strong>19. Who Is More Sensitive?</strong> I think we are both sensitive in different ways. I am because I have P.C.O.S. & let me tell ya... I'm a walking time bomb. Cory is sensitive & isn't afraid to show it. (He was crying his head off while watching "I AM SAM".) <br /><br /><strong>20. Who Has More Friends?</strong> Well, most of my friends moved away... and all of his are still here and local. My friends consist of a few co-workers, my sisters & Mom, a few church friends that are still close to me... and of course Cory. I do think that Cory has me beat out in this category.<br /><br /><strong>21. Who Has More Siblings?</strong> Hello... I'm a Jex. How many times do I have to remind you? I'm the 2nd oldest of 6... Cory's an only child.<br /><br /><strong>22. Who Are You Tagging?</strong> Ummm.... no one. I say... If you want to do this... then do so. I'm not forcing anyone to do anything they don't want to do. :)K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-3058095138987664862008-01-15T07:59:00.001-08:002008-01-15T13:46:27.715-08:00Today's tangent...Where do I start? I'm having one of those day's today. You know... where you wake up angry... and you feel like the world's against you. Urk. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuURl6GPIXuFKTZAFf5h_zTS323oMiVFRhyDFaVOn-4d2tGodmKAFTpv56sL2fhxku-dKB_ezj_V2_3rNJE7puZnPa3ib4uOeMN0-qRDFZIPUO880ibEV7UviHcQePyKXfltn3fd0z2WY/s1600-h/Lexapro_pills.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuURl6GPIXuFKTZAFf5h_zTS323oMiVFRhyDFaVOn-4d2tGodmKAFTpv56sL2fhxku-dKB_ezj_V2_3rNJE7puZnPa3ib4uOeMN0-qRDFZIPUO880ibEV7UviHcQePyKXfltn3fd0z2WY/s320/Lexapro_pills.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155780615194857794" /></a><br /><br />About 7 months ago I did something that I never thought I would do. I went to the Doctor because I was having a hard time coping with work and personal life to the point where I thought I would loose it. My sweet, wonderful Dr. gave me a hug after seeing me & said... you are not Kerilynn... this is someone else. She prescribed me anti-depressants. A very low dosage... but just for a short time to help get me back to normal Kerilynn. CRAZY! (You would have thought I would have been on them years ago.) I'm really weird with taking medicines. I'm already on a few that I have to take daily for my P.C.O.S. (Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome)... and don't want to be on any more. I had a rough patch for about 3 months last year... and so the medicine did help out. But I don't want to be dependent on medicine to make me feel better. I can make myself feel better on my own... but it's okay to ask for medical help sometimes. Anyway, I tell you this because I asked my Dr. to wean me off the medicine... and so we did so. So I've been off it for a month... and boy i wish I had some right now.<br /><br />Here's my story...<br /><br />I work from 6:30am - 3pm, Monday through Friday. i woke up today to a phone call from my co-worker. She was saying that she's so sorry... she just woke up and will be an hour late. I looked at my phone and it said 4:45am... I was like,"What are you talking about, it's only 4:45am"... come to find out it was really 6:20am. My cell phone that is supposed to be satellite connected... didn't want to tell the correct time... and therefore, my alarm didn't go off at 5:30 like I planed. My work opens at 6:30... so someone has to be here to open... and I was still in bed... and my co-worker was going to be an hour late. So, I jumped out of bed, put on a pair of pants, a bra, & a sweatshirt. I didn't even brush my hair or teeth before I left. I do not like being late (to work). So now I'm all gross & want to go home so I can take a shower. It's going to be a complaining day. Oh well.<br /><br />Before I end my tangent of the day... I have one last thing to complain about... smoking. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJYFmP4R_im9zY6JFwgrG6oY88B7wmv8o0tA742_Vlz8mHY30yW75yv9SjcFKzjWT4kFNs-tZEehAVLzgQlzppA3aBrKFU2hPXsZx7h-rYQA6Csr3puHTZGkYYM_Q7VPLxxGUPYGY8Ls/s1600-h/NoSmokingSymbol.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJYFmP4R_im9zY6JFwgrG6oY88B7wmv8o0tA742_Vlz8mHY30yW75yv9SjcFKzjWT4kFNs-tZEehAVLzgQlzppA3aBrKFU2hPXsZx7h-rYQA6Csr3puHTZGkYYM_Q7VPLxxGUPYGY8Ls/s320/NoSmokingSymbol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155780022489370914" /></a><br />I know many people who smoke... a just a handful of people who are close to me. I wish they would stop. I know it's a personal choice... but in the end... is it worth the risk? I don't think so. There are 3 people who are very close to me who have this bad habit... and I pray that one day they'll quit. It's because I care... not because I'm trying to be controlling. (I have many bad habbits... being a bitch is one of them... so by no means am I saying that I'm perfect or better then anyone who smokes. i just wanted to set the record straight.)Recent events have made me very passionate about this subject. I've been dealing with a friend who's turned to smoking recently for stupid reasons. I just hope they quit before they cannot stop. Almost everyone I know who smokes say that they can quit at any time... well... this friend of mine can't even go 2 day's without a cancer stick. Sad. Very sad. I'm really hurt by this... I know I shouldn't be... but I am. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDDbhgqmTxw0ZvfCsFJunhrSFjFl4ZdU7pZUHNqhG9asVG7lmDeC-MPBbh1KstZP7k0BfNWKheatKQm3OI-RCLw5X9k-IV5Uwvi8YVRZz9-cOY3W43tGsm-xZ6o2DycBb-w07s4lGZkY/s1600-h/smokers%2520lung.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDDbhgqmTxw0ZvfCsFJunhrSFjFl4ZdU7pZUHNqhG9asVG7lmDeC-MPBbh1KstZP7k0BfNWKheatKQm3OI-RCLw5X9k-IV5Uwvi8YVRZz9-cOY3W43tGsm-xZ6o2DycBb-w07s4lGZkY/s320/smokers%2520lung.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155812574046507346" /></a><br /><br /><br />I weaned myself off my "drugs" (prescribed by my Dr.'s)... so other can wean themselves off their drugs too.<br /><br />Anyway... I think I've vented enough for now. I don't like complaining on my blog... because I don't think it's very attractive to read... but today I made an exception. Thank you all for letting me vent. Hopefully tomorrow I will be back to my happy go lucky self.K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-77646169980181909802007-12-30T21:00:00.000-08:002007-12-30T22:04:40.477-08:00Missing you this ChristmasWell... this is the first holiday with out Grandpa Jex and let me tell you... it's different. Knowing that he won't be there when we have our holiday gathering this year sitting down with his arms folded, laughing at the jokes, and listening to all us grand kids sing. I'll miss the way he sings "Grandma got ran over by a reindeer" so proudly. We haven't had the Jex Holiday gathering yet... but I guarantee you that it will be different. I was just looking at my pictures of Last years Holiday gathering and found these & wanted to share. 2006 was the best Jex's Holiday gathering. Enjoy. <STRONG>Love and Miss you so much Grandpa.</STRONG> <A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8LmIHSz71Gs8XVPYQxvQ5YYxx5U2jTaXy_jxRqdLuvOZJgI-FV7DK0fruQzcYLnCegUXVzOPjfKXzRm68dRV8dQUJqGMVxRD1ypzU5CsuJwqdgheRepKy93X1YeSP-PAHGt-Pm_ykso/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"><IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150001109632864466 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8LmIHSz71Gs8XVPYQxvQ5YYxx5U2jTaXy_jxRqdLuvOZJgI-FV7DK0fruQzcYLnCegUXVzOPjfKXzRm68dRV8dQUJqGMVxRD1ypzU5CsuJwqdgheRepKy93X1YeSP-PAHGt-Pm_ykso/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border=0></A> <A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNZ9aVxjTHKKGFTVk3vd3CvxdbwOyPwHJkdxEqs2ydchbEwPZmSsUQG5d8OxTmlAC8GVPAH0SYMpjBy43kPPEq58bZPpSN3BnoSHLbBrYsFjXxfz9-cM-tHhfC45UXzASswI2rAACyxc/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"><IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150002380943184098 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNZ9aVxjTHKKGFTVk3vd3CvxdbwOyPwHJkdxEqs2ydchbEwPZmSsUQG5d8OxTmlAC8GVPAH0SYMpjBy43kPPEq58bZPpSN3BnoSHLbBrYsFjXxfz9-cM-tHhfC45UXzASswI2rAACyxc/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border=0></A> <A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjqVwhI9jki1IdzdLoC3b84_J4QPx-ifgKS3jmjwY3CeVwarFqgPWy-_vuoY1c-lUyFfJvKdUXdTcQskVsK3R0UjK6jIZrIns5Xf4vvrOKLgOeO7K_kbSDrA8IdusYy-jRwnwrbT-tLkU/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"><IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150002389533118706 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjqVwhI9jki1IdzdLoC3b84_J4QPx-ifgKS3jmjwY3CeVwarFqgPWy-_vuoY1c-lUyFfJvKdUXdTcQskVsK3R0UjK6jIZrIns5Xf4vvrOKLgOeO7K_kbSDrA8IdusYy-jRwnwrbT-tLkU/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border=0></A>K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-2933700776722903622007-12-30T20:47:00.000-08:002007-12-30T20:59:59.147-08:00...that is the question?Ok... this is a great story. <br />(if you have an uneasy stomach... skip this post!)<br /><br />One day at my old apartment, I was taking a shower trying to get ready for the day. Well, there's only one bathroom at my place... and Cory really had to use the restroom. He couldn't wait one more second. So I closed the shower curtain & let him do his business. Well, 2 minutes later... he started cracking up hysterically. I was like... what happened? Cory then directed me towards the toilet. This is what was found...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KLOGijAMnAt5gpdzuZbi7kV28bV8JjsDmUR7RDy3tu6RPCIAo9iy8U2FgLhdheDB6bc15drZIMl374EQOg-oTUOVC1WnxtXxkqXE9o-pY7CEaXPVRO7QKgt1Hz36dOEFn9J-AtHvvCc/s1600-h/mystery+shit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KLOGijAMnAt5gpdzuZbi7kV28bV8JjsDmUR7RDy3tu6RPCIAo9iy8U2FgLhdheDB6bc15drZIMl374EQOg-oTUOVC1WnxtXxkqXE9o-pY7CEaXPVRO7QKgt1Hz36dOEFn9J-AtHvvCc/s320/mystery+shit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149996544082628802" /></a><br />That's why I love ya babe!!!<br /><br />If you have nothing nice to say... do not leave a comment. If you admire the art work displayed... then comment away!!!K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-7698076463373690022007-12-12T13:12:00.000-08:002007-12-12T13:28:29.740-08:00My sisters...All I have to say... is damn, we look good. (From left to right... Deandra, Me, LeeElle, Janae)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqvjd6fRQbIpeYyKGOaGnPg0490BF3t0iB3ePLukm336NN3wmDwPqqoMNKiIc9gjBonOpUlpFGYJkzATf-jso6W0ruQz1T0IOUwKtC5EzOVOdP3RQABEpg5XocyWODs-t9oilpQ36VYAk/s1600-h/LeeElle's+wedding.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqvjd6fRQbIpeYyKGOaGnPg0490BF3t0iB3ePLukm336NN3wmDwPqqoMNKiIc9gjBonOpUlpFGYJkzATf-jso6W0ruQz1T0IOUwKtC5EzOVOdP3RQABEpg5XocyWODs-t9oilpQ36VYAk/s320/LeeElle's+wedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143199851439073426" /></a><br /><br /><br />I think my parents did a good job. I'm going to say a few positive things about each one...<br /><br />LeeElle is the oldest... therefore she will most likely die first.j/k<br />She also is very smart & married a very handsome man who I love dearly. She's going to be a very bossy mom... but her kids will be very structured & come out perfectly fine.<br /><br />Janae is the 3rd oldest. She is very beautiful & knows it. She's what we call "book smart" but "street stupid". She going to school for nursing & will be there to change my bed-pan when I'm sick in the hospital. That's love.<br /><br />Deandra is the youngest of the girls. She is crazy. She's a "Shiquanda" if you know what I mean. She works a lot... as a waitress. I'm waiting for her to go to EMT school where she will do great. She'll be there to give me CPR & my favorite... mouth to mouth!<br /><br />Well... those are my sisters. I love them very much and wouldn't trade them for... less than $1,000,000!!! Any offers?K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-73478864164212275192007-12-12T11:39:00.001-08:002007-12-12T11:54:03.422-08:00Photo's from our Big Bear Trip<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOKkNBlTXo7LW_XsMksf2qXhjQ1IymuLqu6FHl_Tz2mEgiSwinrpLzbBZjfzAN_wfE-br7dY5LrO3bAiaNtQ8pypM1N1otN1eNxlO9p5RPdYHQFgpAqI_hoPG5R5AoqxxkrRNwsjZeWk/s1600-h/cory+%26+kl+skiing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOKkNBlTXo7LW_XsMksf2qXhjQ1IymuLqu6FHl_Tz2mEgiSwinrpLzbBZjfzAN_wfE-br7dY5LrO3bAiaNtQ8pypM1N1otN1eNxlO9p5RPdYHQFgpAqI_hoPG5R5AoqxxkrRNwsjZeWk/s320/cory+%26+kl+skiing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143176856184170562" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgksh5-DCJNvz5dYwOAlPHaJFThcBh2ER6XuzHZMRYLreRssWGC_2_FpHamt_d2SQIXak29QCDZeHHvTC-10emNK-lsK7vW3Kbs9c3FHisT1fcGcyRkFof_Ij-H6HNPoWjpXNzaa0jZUF0/s1600-h/kl+skiing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgksh5-DCJNvz5dYwOAlPHaJFThcBh2ER6XuzHZMRYLreRssWGC_2_FpHamt_d2SQIXak29QCDZeHHvTC-10emNK-lsK7vW3Kbs9c3FHisT1fcGcyRkFof_Ij-H6HNPoWjpXNzaa0jZUF0/s320/kl+skiing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143176860479137874" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfwi-6CtTOxP7HtzEeKvj-Ez1d0Gy0BepdvFslLa8XTxOVU7SO3V6PbCkWJmtqHoSurldr-O8eUcCTD9QQJ-eHIy9poix-aCjCvf5YlLjOBzHbVYk-y3WyaTOui5WN_jK-EnofyU8sW5Q/s1600-h/snow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfwi-6CtTOxP7HtzEeKvj-Ez1d0Gy0BepdvFslLa8XTxOVU7SO3V6PbCkWJmtqHoSurldr-O8eUcCTD9QQJ-eHIy9poix-aCjCvf5YlLjOBzHbVYk-y3WyaTOui5WN_jK-EnofyU8sW5Q/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143176864774105186" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggY4DM3cE9IaUUWkCwm8_Gp2vGu99l6hQEI-ycFFRDSGXxKuIbIQ9-6zj8QLlYEiz0LpakO5uo_tYvDKFrDzQHGtpDsXCWs9vvHKJPlz828NTaRzzcKhWjmNc-I8ej3miumvRbEuiRMO0/s1600-h/the+cabin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggY4DM3cE9IaUUWkCwm8_Gp2vGu99l6hQEI-ycFFRDSGXxKuIbIQ9-6zj8QLlYEiz0LpakO5uo_tYvDKFrDzQHGtpDsXCWs9vvHKJPlz828NTaRzzcKhWjmNc-I8ej3miumvRbEuiRMO0/s320/the+cabin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143176864774105202" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnEaPVjDxPdhnvgVH1KbGBgxUbv33lh4sImMFDP9SDF_wixTKx36N94RIzkiWFYRxQ_qNpgwtCYasHRNAq34o6OJwt7f7p6UWnIWLEoJy6XX6uw6E_wGBSrFyLqJTdCtZFkrgPrfL_M4/s1600-h/Cory+-+Big+Bear.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnEaPVjDxPdhnvgVH1KbGBgxUbv33lh4sImMFDP9SDF_wixTKx36N94RIzkiWFYRxQ_qNpgwtCYasHRNAq34o6OJwt7f7p6UWnIWLEoJy6XX6uw6E_wGBSrFyLqJTdCtZFkrgPrfL_M4/s320/Cory+-+Big+Bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143173553354319874" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitw58QN2AvUWSkU0sZkYAQyM-e1PPcvywJHsschF6m_hBEuSXZWsGh3n5lRcwQbcOGbu3pVQ-TRdZ4kvmAiU6MTFZLAtxEqvwQ9qw80YhMmAsJ9iri_unLbzYQhfDF11Ye3R97v7D8fZI/s1600-h/Cory+%26+kl+%40+big+bear.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitw58QN2AvUWSkU0sZkYAQyM-e1PPcvywJHsschF6m_hBEuSXZWsGh3n5lRcwQbcOGbu3pVQ-TRdZ4kvmAiU6MTFZLAtxEqvwQ9qw80YhMmAsJ9iri_unLbzYQhfDF11Ye3R97v7D8fZI/s320/Cory+%26+kl+%40+big+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143173557649287186" /></a>K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-23225034977293588792007-12-06T13:26:00.000-08:002007-12-06T13:52:18.961-08:00December Birthday's SUCK!!!Some interesting information... my parents were married in the month of March. Every year they usually go away for their aniversary to celebrate. Well, I'm a December baby along with 2 of my other siblings (Janae- Dec.26th & Collin- Dec. 20th)... so you can do the math. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU4t2xKJbjZUCBZxso7hwok8xO4HWFSq4s31uVQJDcg0kC8F-xFk3qVLlrJNAMILnpJz5DtItI0GgghG_hyphenhyphencgQcC_7gZ4oSCEVLwVBo9-Q4g1cMlGOnXTeLucZSKc9_1ByGIebtC8mRBw/s1600-h/december+baby.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU4t2xKJbjZUCBZxso7hwok8xO4HWFSq4s31uVQJDcg0kC8F-xFk3qVLlrJNAMILnpJz5DtItI0GgghG_hyphenhyphencgQcC_7gZ4oSCEVLwVBo9-Q4g1cMlGOnXTeLucZSKc9_1ByGIebtC8mRBw/s320/december+baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140977661129926642" /></a><br /> <br />Growing up... I never had any money. Maybe a buck or two stuffed in my sock drawer... but that's it. The only time of the year I had $$$ was in December... around my Birthday. So every year I get my birthday $$$ & end up spending it on other peoples X-mas gifts. Sucks huh. Also, you have people out there who are like... "Here's your Birthday/Christmas gift." Whatever... those people suck. <br /><br />It get's harder and harder each year. See Cory's Birthday is just 8 day's before mine... and for the past 5 years... we haven't done a gift exchange because we're poor. <br /><br />Let me set the record straight... this year I don't want any gifts for my B-day. That's right, NO GIFTS. I just want to go out and have a good dinner with people I love. That's it. I'm just rambling now. Ok... I'm signing off now. BA HUMBUG!K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-57606738077672749172007-12-04T08:33:00.000-08:002007-12-04T09:52:33.506-08:00Cory finally gave me a ring!!!So on the way up to Big Bear this past weekend... we decided to stop and get a bite to eat. Well, we ended up eating at "Uncle Howie's Pizza Place" in Redlands, Ca.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5sOEz9KHrlJFXcGcDa9vSzndjuTTD9rOTBzgstNStdVp70rRPpxHMn4mmT8TADX3ZT5foVZV5fi3UKMQJNu_MG6Ec_0Wt7klqFH9OMpQyxAeBHjZz_LIRTAJNq859EvpO0HjKaU9eaD8/s1600-h/uncle+howies+pizza.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5sOEz9KHrlJFXcGcDa9vSzndjuTTD9rOTBzgstNStdVp70rRPpxHMn4mmT8TADX3ZT5foVZV5fi3UKMQJNu_MG6Ec_0Wt7klqFH9OMpQyxAeBHjZz_LIRTAJNq859EvpO0HjKaU9eaD8/s320/uncle+howies+pizza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140176671204059090" /></a><br /> Classy! Well... while waiting for our food... Cory went to the Arcade to play some ski-ball. Well... 5 minutes later he returns to the booth where I'm waiting anxiously for my food and says, "Babe, this trip has made me realize how much I love you... and I... I..." before he finishes his sentace I'm already rolling my eye's out of disgust & he holds up a plastic ring that he won in the arcade.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8wWAT8lDyRZ2Racdt1gFqCEriECUs7BqndPcfmU2vAbJccqv7f3xRUe0oOOA2FNWtvjm8vB3FxKGIhSkXYrT_lk6m398qRj1KWH7ZH0REcxUGfVyOUkt7mjr8ak-VCq7QbcQJqilpBI/s1600-h/plastic+ring.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8wWAT8lDyRZ2Racdt1gFqCEriECUs7BqndPcfmU2vAbJccqv7f3xRUe0oOOA2FNWtvjm8vB3FxKGIhSkXYrT_lk6m398qRj1KWH7ZH0REcxUGfVyOUkt7mjr8ak-VCq7QbcQJqilpBI/s320/plastic+ring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140167638887835586" /></a><br />I love it when Cory mocks me. I still have the ring on... even though I didn't let him finish his sentence. (Actually, I'm only wearing it because I cannot get it off my finger... it's too fat.)<br /><br />Well... I wanted to share this pathetic story with ya'll.K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-69957699276678017602007-12-04T08:13:00.000-08:002007-12-04T09:58:01.684-08:00Happy Birthday Cory!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4cbvxOkN_BBbo1oc1UGnU4Z8vXgfSC2HwSq2YjVy8A_aZ3YbGNyTjBxVBqUjMOUw6rkA7RRFt5Dk_kjbr7UjofHbS4cqG2SM4GKr-Ygvdfrsgd4IxvBaE0cUwk9wTJ3Fyp_TPZ8cAhcA/s1600-h/birthday+cake.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4cbvxOkN_BBbo1oc1UGnU4Z8vXgfSC2HwSq2YjVy8A_aZ3YbGNyTjBxVBqUjMOUw6rkA7RRFt5Dk_kjbr7UjofHbS4cqG2SM4GKr-Ygvdfrsgd4IxvBaE0cUwk9wTJ3Fyp_TPZ8cAhcA/s320/birthday+cake.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140178509450061794" /></a><br />Last Sunday (12/02) was Cory's 24th B-day. We went to Big Bear & stayed in my Co-workers Cabin. We hit to the slopes for a day... he snowboarded & I skied. We ate prime rib... which was delicious. It was a fun weekend. How cool is this... Cory and I went shopping at Costco the day before we left and found Pancake batter in an aerosol can. Like whip cream... but Pancake batter. Crazy huh. Cory had to buy it. He said how can you pass up Pancake batter in an aerosol can? Let me tell ya, it's not possible.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTckQTdD71buCS1VC-YddkcZSxUYqjcjxWFO91EW9QsPo1mkFyoHU4O7CHgYEGAzksiHvU8IGpr8VCZJrvdwCkwMd6veGo2q8XoDxr5GCAVzQ7HunpM4DBrddnN8YbHu15-nO63K0ZJEI/s1600-h/batter+blaster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTckQTdD71buCS1VC-YddkcZSxUYqjcjxWFO91EW9QsPo1mkFyoHU4O7CHgYEGAzksiHvU8IGpr8VCZJrvdwCkwMd6veGo2q8XoDxr5GCAVzQ7HunpM4DBrddnN8YbHu15-nO63K0ZJEI/s320/batter+blaster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140154676676536242" /></a><br />Anyway... Happy Birthday sweetie pie.K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-4080072802327031592007-11-26T07:41:00.000-08:002007-12-06T14:17:24.350-08:00Cell phones - New Law<br /><br />According to a proposed new law that would go into effect Jan 1, 2008 you will no longer be able to use a cell phone while driving unless you have a 'hands free' adapter. I went to Circuit City and they wanted $50 for a headset with a microphone for my cell phone. Having a friend in the cell phone business, I talked with him and was able to come up with an alternative, working through Office Depot. <br /><br /> These kits are compatible with any mobile phone and one size fits all. I paid him $0.08 each because he bought in quantity. Then we tried it with Motorola, Sprint, <br />Verizon and Nokia units and they worked perfectly. <br /><br /> A photo is attached so enjoy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_I3MkELYiSxUZWr0m1wJE1TUuPv_vlLa_JH3CjDx8BQ2DvRBk2G5xl60fwdv36h0JbkDBe4IAk5dtz9PxEDKzUpezwQmJ1QMlyo8SQXNMaYZ0piqF6cEkt-LWUau6X1mbxdg4ovRnNo/s1600-h/cell+phone.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_I3MkELYiSxUZWr0m1wJE1TUuPv_vlLa_JH3CjDx8BQ2DvRBk2G5xl60fwdv36h0JbkDBe4IAk5dtz9PxEDKzUpezwQmJ1QMlyo8SQXNMaYZ0piqF6cEkt-LWUau6X1mbxdg4ovRnNo/s320/cell+phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137181676351691570" /></a><br />Cell phones - New LawK.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-21228292395160878772007-11-26T07:14:00.000-08:002007-11-26T07:15:11.948-08:00<table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><b>You Are An ENTP</b></font></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/entp.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><font color="#000000"><br />The Visionary<br /><br />You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.<br />You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.<br />Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.<br />You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments.<br /><br />In love, you see everything as a grand adventure. You enjoy taking risks for love.<br />And if things don't work out, you're usually not too much worse for the wear!<br /><br />You would make a great entrepreneur, marketing executive, or actor.<br /><br />At work, you need a lot of freedom to pursue your own path and vision. <br />How you see yourself: Analytical, creative, and peaceful<br /><br />When other people don't get you, they see you as: Detached, wishy-washy, and superficial</font></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/">What's Your Personality Type?</a></div>K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-73138636265133836832007-11-20T09:02:00.001-08:002007-11-20T09:43:18.303-08:00Happy Aniversary LeeElle & Brother John!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhulNX4baadKdkHnGAFEPUKEh7Cu8q_TXmliKpEsEzOT3FIwhrz3NZrluvmncN6ulf-6Mtz0VJNnww86_ND4VUZd6KQmLpSPyIg4gmHHyhdw-Y5oV5mtj4iZ_xIS1R6amNrcz-GJJSeoKw/s1600-h/LeeElle+&+Brother+John.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134978426848320226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhulNX4baadKdkHnGAFEPUKEh7Cu8q_TXmliKpEsEzOT3FIwhrz3NZrluvmncN6ulf-6Mtz0VJNnww86_ND4VUZd6KQmLpSPyIg4gmHHyhdw-Y5oV5mtj4iZ_xIS1R6amNrcz-GJJSeoKw/s320/LeeElle+%26+Brother+John.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My older sister <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LeeElle</span> & her husband Brother John are celebrating their 3rd year of marriage today. I just saw them last Saturday when they came down for Cory's Grease play. They informed us all of there wonderful plans for their special day... they're going to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">IHOP</span>!!! Personally, I love IHOP. I see nothing wrong with getting stuffed crepes... or a Denver <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Omelet</span> on the day that you vowed you love to your significant other. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Well... I'm very happy that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">LeeElle</span> found John and that he's stuck around. I'm love that he loves her and treats her well. All I have to say is... Brother John is such a wonderful husband... he even leaves beautiful vacuum lines in the carpet because he knows it matters. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LeeElle</span> is learning to be more patient because of him. She's a very loving and caring wife. John is currently going to school to be a full time <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lawyer</span> for our family... (especially Collin). j/k. She takes care of John when he has to stay up for all hours of the night writing papers and studying. They're a great couple. NOW GO CELEBRATE & GIVE ME A <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">NIECE</span> OR NEPHEW!!!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Love you guys.</div><br /><br /><div></div>K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-69646816313823600552007-11-20T09:00:00.001-08:002007-11-20T10:13:00.785-08:00Don't skip Thanksgiving!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAzagciHZze0VssZD7yNzvkWSU2_UJlMu5gzz5_VndNh6euCPqV78u06F-VLtg0mre0dCcR8oWj1SpCyXl-52RtAKlQA1Qiz15zSpESGtC0qPTwW7ieEyfjrEAZB649C_MGR71p0GNqQ4/s1600-h/Thanksgiving.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134987179991669490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAzagciHZze0VssZD7yNzvkWSU2_UJlMu5gzz5_VndNh6euCPqV78u06F-VLtg0mre0dCcR8oWj1SpCyXl-52RtAKlQA1Qiz15zSpESGtC0qPTwW7ieEyfjrEAZB649C_MGR71p0GNqQ4/s320/Thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well... as much as I love X-mas time... every year Thanksgiving seems to get smothered and hidden by all the X-mas hype. I want to make sure that I give my "Thanks" before it gets smothered...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I'M THANKFUL FOR...</div><br /><br /><div align="center">*The love of my Life Cory... for helping me become a better person*</div><br /><div align="center">*My Family who I can always count on to be there for me*</div><br /><div align="center">*Debbie Eastman... who a constant reminder that there is good in the world*</div><br /><div align="center">*Cory's parents who've helped us out so much*</div><br /><div align="center">*My few friends that I do have*</div><br /><div align="center">*Semi-good health*</div><br /><div align="center">*Both Grandma & Grandpa Matern & Grandma Jex*</div><br /><div align="center">*A job that pays for benefits*</div><br /><div align="center">*My cosmetology License*</div><br /><div align="center">*This wonderful country that I live in*</div><br /><div align="center">*Heavenly Father*</div><br /><div align="center">*This life that I've been given*</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I hope that we can all reflect on the important things in life... the things that really matter, and take the time to say thanks.</div><br /><div align="center"></div>K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-56622864273537957822007-11-20T08:37:00.000-08:002007-11-20T08:58:44.916-08:00Let the giving begin...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJL_1z2Uct3vjP9N_4NIN5SAbKIoqR6AIYpOldO-tsxAVHE8nvvAz5HO5Z_nVJimoI8srhT3m1vT32-Phnc01KKWF3bzNolYEWjd18rU525S7j-eCIzOTcAKwUiS2ZBGO7qz3-P6sjQJA/s1600-h/guitar+hero+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134967904178445010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJL_1z2Uct3vjP9N_4NIN5SAbKIoqR6AIYpOldO-tsxAVHE8nvvAz5HO5Z_nVJimoI8srhT3m1vT32-Phnc01KKWF3bzNolYEWjd18rU525S7j-eCIzOTcAKwUiS2ZBGO7qz3-P6sjQJA/s320/guitar+hero+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well... I finally did it. I broke down and surprised Cory with Guitar Hero 3 yesterday. He was recently in his Colleges theater production of "Grease"... starring as Danny Zuko. He was brilliant. Seriously Brilliant! It has been a very stressful & strenuous past 3 months preparing for the performance... we seriously need a break. I was the music director for the play... and was paid a nice sum of $$$ when all was said and done (even though I told the director that I would do it for free). So, I decided to share my $$$ with the star of the show because he deserved it... hence the Guitar hero.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I told him that I had a little gift for him in my car and that he needed to go get it... so he went outside... and came back inside with a huge grin on his face. I was so excited to see the reaction on his face. He automatically turned back into a 12 year old boy & played the game until he had to go to school at 6pm.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There's something about giving that makes you feel so good. Yes... receiving is a wonderful thing... but honestly... the more I get... the more I want to give. (Let's keep it real... I'm no saint... and don't want to portray that I'm perfect... because there are many out there who would set you straight.) My Birthday is Dec. 10th... so when I was younger I would always come into a little chunk of $$$ for my b-day... but then would spend all that on gifts for everyone else for X-mas. My mom started taking my $$$ and then give it back to me after X-mas so I would actually spend my b-day $$$ on me.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well... Cory and I decided no gifts this year... because we're poor... but at the end of the day... who really needs gifts when you're surrounded by the people you love.</div>K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-14053349257053470332007-11-19T09:21:00.000-08:002007-11-19T09:24:37.758-08:00Our Trip to the San Diego Wild Anaimal Park...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKf-3rKIcGl8Z3HRb6CVX7ZkzZWtY0OJIIagl641mC6gK8XfOgo2UFIqSs0IfUB1Z99f7m0KYXImqzIIZuX9OwIRFFt2bP-l2HVPLB2mHpFSjXEFmTcHc2THysRpd0Z-SwFxpPLiX2o4/s1600-h/Cory+&+his+monkey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134603583577561794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKf-3rKIcGl8Z3HRb6CVX7ZkzZWtY0OJIIagl641mC6gK8XfOgo2UFIqSs0IfUB1Z99f7m0KYXImqzIIZuX9OwIRFFt2bP-l2HVPLB2mHpFSjXEFmTcHc2THysRpd0Z-SwFxpPLiX2o4/s320/Cory+%26+his+monkey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I totally forgot about this picture. We went to the "San Diego Wild Animal Park" this past Summer... and Cory couldn't help but show his love for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">animals</span>. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This is why I love ya babe!!!</div>K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-59279558784673523472007-11-19T09:14:00.000-08:002007-11-19T09:20:16.596-08:00Halloween 2007<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgefm6jwWKrF4zDt7Tqrqmh1QLN-KvD_N4GG_70uw9VMLrKyxN89oTVSfgAaJn_HjkNoqGWeCQ1D1L-vNU_VMpkVnaPKR-0roPz1Rju3Q_Twl93sIRuc24TFNW0S2368XQIbGGnbzIx4EI/s1600-h/cory+-+gilligan"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134602380986718866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgefm6jwWKrF4zDt7Tqrqmh1QLN-KvD_N4GG_70uw9VMLrKyxN89oTVSfgAaJn_HjkNoqGWeCQ1D1L-vNU_VMpkVnaPKR-0roPz1Rju3Q_Twl93sIRuc24TFNW0S2368XQIbGGnbzIx4EI/s320/cory+-+gilligan" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZL7nYhcEkKOpUGzCY0F_VpuzcEpa8JMQTeyemx074akQE9OniN09NN3iLQpD06U6M4w_sNY8H8iDwBvPq5NP18RZxGUgyKfIZX_3hgLIQwM8cSoegcvkHkfJClLy_q2VURFazHxZz_0/s1600-h/kerilynn+-+mary+anne.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134602385281686178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZL7nYhcEkKOpUGzCY0F_VpuzcEpa8JMQTeyemx074akQE9OniN09NN3iLQpD06U6M4w_sNY8H8iDwBvPq5NP18RZxGUgyKfIZX_3hgLIQwM8cSoegcvkHkfJClLy_q2VURFazHxZz_0/s320/kerilynn+-+mary+anne.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Wz6OYc2Z1Ml076G1xU5OSIuTxjdrWw2va_PgPltol-jUtYtWj3F6-wUkMEv5339wicX1nu5bjJ2sTy4pso0gl0WzkZ8UYelDpb3SRIMMuYoTaC_z18-hpNHs3f4bPMpwL7oIALzwjnM/s1600-h/Gilligan+&+Mary+Anne.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134602385281686194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Wz6OYc2Z1Ml076G1xU5OSIuTxjdrWw2va_PgPltol-jUtYtWj3F6-wUkMEv5339wicX1nu5bjJ2sTy4pso0gl0WzkZ8UYelDpb3SRIMMuYoTaC_z18-hpNHs3f4bPMpwL7oIALzwjnM/s320/Gilligan+%26+Mary+Anne.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Cory and I went as Gilligan & Mary Anne this year. We went as the Gilligan and Mary Anne that was rescued by a cruise ship... and spent all our time at the Buffet. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>So... here ya go... enjoy the pictures!!!</div><br /><br /><div></div>K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-66163270683541313302007-11-16T10:48:00.000-08:002007-11-16T11:22:53.164-08:00X-MAS MUSIC IS NOW PLAYING!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3Z6hrUDt7NdPjXLMyarkt6InJdLmqWO3TvGRO7pvFRP2GX2xtwBbKmhgxFUvzwM0PgbUDur1UYa95fKclKxstnYWx8rJeaiQfR_Fm_bG9kfDsXn5FoXzNylaEl3IKImOfHNMNGMY7eg/s1600-h/christmas-music.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133520448660085378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3Z6hrUDt7NdPjXLMyarkt6InJdLmqWO3TvGRO7pvFRP2GX2xtwBbKmhgxFUvzwM0PgbUDur1UYa95fKclKxstnYWx8rJeaiQfR_Fm_bG9kfDsXn5FoXzNylaEl3IKImOfHNMNGMY7eg/s320/christmas-music.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I'm crazy when it comes to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Christmas</span> music... and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">KOST</span> 103.5 started the music today. All my co-workers think I belong in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">physc</span> ward... and have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">threatened</span> to hurt me if I start singing out loud. They said that I have to wait until after the Thanksgiving weekend before I can begin decorating and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">blaring</span> my joyful music in the department.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Why is Christmas music a form of Therapy? I don't know... but I love the way it makes me feel.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Anyways... I'm having a bad day today... but now I don't have to slit my wrists because <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Heavenly</span> Father <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">commanded</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Kost</span> 103.5 to begin Christmas music 24/7 starting today. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Amen!</div>K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-4336678717404002642007-11-15T08:32:00.000-08:002007-11-15T09:02:49.363-08:00My man!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz6XYaV0X_XxGbM02NCGbS1zpZfx4tiVFECkml2Yy96lurmvpbda6yblLDYAT_DxOUxJewEJuqQLLMtiwNgIXOrLlVhGyprjYWQIbmwyIbBLXXXRfPw_TpXTwChmf3-2gtRSZ9rFYp64g/s1600-h/cory+-+chicken+outfit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133113616472906290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz6XYaV0X_XxGbM02NCGbS1zpZfx4tiVFECkml2Yy96lurmvpbda6yblLDYAT_DxOUxJewEJuqQLLMtiwNgIXOrLlVhGyprjYWQIbmwyIbBLXXXRfPw_TpXTwChmf3-2gtRSZ9rFYp64g/s320/cory+-+chicken+outfit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4UZU8oEy6CRA7QOFxdj9gSoTDw0xs1D10HQOCwAgWNSxmL2Ub2DuNoLe1mgNV_5FnebC3st8RBf13SC18sxwPf7c7GU51p8W_yjtlAqxtAEBE9cnRDOzRlVfb3UM-Eoi5t7wyQ429HI/s1600-h/cory+-+50th+aniv.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133113620767873602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4UZU8oEy6CRA7QOFxdj9gSoTDw0xs1D10HQOCwAgWNSxmL2Ub2DuNoLe1mgNV_5FnebC3st8RBf13SC18sxwPf7c7GU51p8W_yjtlAqxtAEBE9cnRDOzRlVfb3UM-Eoi5t7wyQ429HI/s320/cory+-+50th+aniv.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNuHg59-IznQKeAagNlpWbbrxrPGGgSDNjNBOjI222HUHVio0tVmWN47b5yFWWJOlHRno0TPYD7OGMaW-gzJQ5jzT28TKtizSxhUoMIi_oljwHCtc-ED3G2amTGG-DnPTy21GbqEBr2Hk/s1600-h/Cory+%26+Kl+-+halloween+2006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133113625062840914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNuHg59-IznQKeAagNlpWbbrxrPGGgSDNjNBOjI222HUHVio0tVmWN47b5yFWWJOlHRno0TPYD7OGMaW-gzJQ5jzT28TKtizSxhUoMIi_oljwHCtc-ED3G2amTGG-DnPTy21GbqEBr2Hk/s320/Cory+%26+Kl+-+halloween+2006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-8zVLn2skDs0-UZ9BfJhEIiclwo5ZG7Ycvum0coE4AV6v4B2Q_JgnU9sXitgdmAwZinoQQTaTqS-ebk_oJ0AOZhVSV_ATSRyxu2XzRYjpzbSwb4gDfCWYm6J3qBjB_BdH9aLLJpxbvA/s1600-h/cory+-+band.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133113629357808226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-8zVLn2skDs0-UZ9BfJhEIiclwo5ZG7Ycvum0coE4AV6v4B2Q_JgnU9sXitgdmAwZinoQQTaTqS-ebk_oJ0AOZhVSV_ATSRyxu2XzRYjpzbSwb4gDfCWYm6J3qBjB_BdH9aLLJpxbvA/s320/cory+-+band.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgffBb8UGkgM2UCybUni1-MU6q-vkdeFpnXwYAVg-VR_rTuoo8mCDpDJazj6be9ND0IocHJ9K_bzrPiynk3Xuzb-sVSrxiJNv8bn5r0l6PxGLTP0m0k3JgirvMjE805-AM_obgjAd5cbyU/s1600-h/Cory-+bee.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133113629357808242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgffBb8UGkgM2UCybUni1-MU6q-vkdeFpnXwYAVg-VR_rTuoo8mCDpDJazj6be9ND0IocHJ9K_bzrPiynk3Xuzb-sVSrxiJNv8bn5r0l6PxGLTP0m0k3JgirvMjE805-AM_obgjAd5cbyU/s320/Cory-+bee.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This is Cory. The love of my life. We met in High School... but didn't date until he graduated (because I don't believe in high school relationships... they're stupid and pointless). Well, we've been going strong for almost 7 years now... and I've enjoyed every minute of it. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My family fell in love with him the second they met him. Deandra (Little sis) actually had a crush on Cory for the first year. She would always say, "How did you get him K.L.? He's way too cute to go for someone like you!" I love her honesty. Anyway, here's some interesting tid-bits about him...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center">*He's currently starring in his College's performance of "Grease" the musical (btw... opening nigh is tomorrow!!!)</div><br /><div align="center">*Very patient & kind (otherwise he would have dropped me 6 years ago)</div><br /><div align="center">*I think he does have some brain damage because #1-He's with me & #2- He's met my family & hasn't run. </div><br /><div align="center">*Held a 4.0 GPA all through College (very smart)</div><br /><div align="center">*Graphic artist</div><br /><div align="center">*Bass Player in his band - BROUGHT DOWN RUNNING</div><br /><div align="center">*Awesome with Film & editing (wants to be a filmmaker)</div><br /><div align="center">*Comedian</div><br /><div align="center">*Good looking - even though he can sometimes resemble a hobbit (LOTR)</div><br /><div align="center">*Has a Wonderful Family who helps us out tremendously while he's finishing school (getting his 2nd degree)</div><br /><div align="center">*Very Creative</div><br /><div align="center">*Sings</div><br /><div align="center">*Dances in Public - because he doesn't care what people thing of him... crazy!</div><br /><div align="center">*Just an all around "Good Guy"</div><br /><div align="center">MOST OF ALL... I LOVE HIM!!!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">He makes me laugh & I'm blessed to have him in my life. I love you babe!!!</div>K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-24376850609328557852007-11-14T13:57:00.000-08:002007-11-14T14:19:06.578-08:00Introducing... My sister LeeElle!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg00E2TDZ7k8955jPBqWmzlJ5DiV9khlU2pozZSNPIaZyw4yMltmoJjSP-Fz3krGje4TNA163A7dTjoNf3upkeTUJKDc3TV2hFU0kAuM9hIUVzAJ8cFwXuT4tvdDbyDg6Fbe0AMG9IQKBA/s1600-h/leeelle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132823003551772066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg00E2TDZ7k8955jPBqWmzlJ5DiV9khlU2pozZSNPIaZyw4yMltmoJjSP-Fz3krGje4TNA163A7dTjoNf3upkeTUJKDc3TV2hFU0kAuM9hIUVzAJ8cFwXuT4tvdDbyDg6Fbe0AMG9IQKBA/s320/leeelle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Ok... you guys need to go check out my sisters blog (leeelle.blogspot.com) and see the picture she posted of me. I look like a hippo! That is just rude and... I'm speachless. Actually, I'm not! I have many "words" that I would like to say right now... but I wont.</div><br /><br /><div>I did however find this picture that resembles LeeElle almost to the T.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So back at you LeeElle!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Luv, K.L.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091193501982474797.post-3401377805056993302007-11-13T09:35:00.000-08:002007-11-13T09:49:12.598-08:00I KNOW HOW TO USE A COMPUTER!!!This is an exciting day for me... i'm officially not a complete retard. I can set up my own blog. Sure it's an easy thing to do... but I'm so lazy... I've been putting it off for-ever!!! Well... I will need to start loading pictures and all the other "stuff" on here to SHARE MY LIFE with y'all.<br /><br />Anyways... that's it for now. I'll have to post something special for tomorrow!!! Yeah!<br /><br />(I'm going to be your competition LeeElle! There no sharing the spotlight!)K.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07875651917244186557noreply@blogger.com5