<?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-8083767300624944575</id><updated>2012-01-27T23:30:37.717-08:00</updated><category term='Kyle'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Nakota'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Writings'/><category term='Hobbies'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='religion'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='videos'/><category term='college'/><category term='music'/><category term='Isabella'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='K.D.'/><category term='High School'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='Braxton'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>Life As It Is</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6430230897249140316</id><published>2011-10-29T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T22:20:37.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K.D.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Long Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ok, so it has been a long time since we updated last. Since February, here is what's been going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNpZ0gSGy3I/TqzZv_CM6WI/AAAAAAAAAy0/U-AWIuIugd4/s1600/IMG_2816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNpZ0gSGy3I/TqzZv_CM6WI/AAAAAAAAAy0/U-AWIuIugd4/s320/IMG_2816.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March: Kyle turned 21. Isabella turned a year old. She had a huge birthday party with lots of friends and family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NvRhN4lN15U/TqzaCM-i92I/AAAAAAAAAy8/P2NITM7COY8/s1600/S5031118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NvRhN4lN15U/TqzaCM-i92I/AAAAAAAAAy8/P2NITM7COY8/s320/S5031118.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April: Was pretty much uneventful. Kyle was working for both Beaver Mountain and the city, so it was nice when Beaver closed. Towards the end of the month, I was having lots of contractions and we made a two trips to Logan thinking that maybe we were having a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJu7-pEXNHk/TqzaMa43ULI/AAAAAAAAAzE/4QgwGotHguw/s1600/S5031174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJu7-pEXNHk/TqzaMa43ULI/AAAAAAAAAzE/4QgwGotHguw/s320/S5031174.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IITemPFq0OE/TqzaVyeTTzI/AAAAAAAAAzM/H_tT_fCScqw/s1600/Photo06132228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IITemPFq0OE/TqzaVyeTTzI/AAAAAAAAAzM/H_tT_fCScqw/s320/Photo06132228.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xl4DOkDGVlI/TqzajZ1OrII/AAAAAAAAAzU/Vy5RZNAYrxE/s1600/S5031247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xl4DOkDGVlI/TqzajZ1OrII/AAAAAAAAAzU/Vy5RZNAYrxE/s320/S5031247.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zlvg2jArWrY/Tqzap5FQNNI/AAAAAAAAAzc/AdTAifrwONg/s1600/S5031255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zlvg2jArWrY/Tqzap5FQNNI/AAAAAAAAAzc/AdTAifrwONg/s320/S5031255.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IFVQ3qA9f9U/Tqzaq2FmrjI/AAAAAAAAAzk/XB-WEjl6-3E/s1600/Photo09050927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IFVQ3qA9f9U/Tqzaq2FmrjI/AAAAAAAAAzk/XB-WEjl6-3E/s320/Photo09050927.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;May: I turned 21. On the 4th we got our beautiful little Kristina Dianne, or K.D. as we like to call her. The poor thing was in the NICU for our whole stay at the hospital and Isabella got strep while we were there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;June: Summer started here in Bear Lake. We stayed pretty busy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;July: Both of us just worked and were still trying to adjust to having two little ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;August: Toward the end of the month Kyle lost his job with the city, and I started working at Town and Country Realty along with my other job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;September: We had our second anniversary. We didn't do anything big, just sat at home with a picnic on the living room floor and watch a chick flick. I started CNA school that day with ISU. I should be taking my final tests in December. Kyle started to work for Epic Constructon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTGqATN2Ixg/Tqzaw0oMqbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/wGicbOVauRQ/s1600/S5031306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTGqATN2Ixg/Tqzaw0oMqbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/wGicbOVauRQ/s320/S5031306.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;October: This month our lives have been steady. We are finally getting in to a flow with all of our jobs and still trying to find family time. I am enjoying school but will be ready to have my Fridays back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As for life in general things are good. Isabella is going to be Little Red Riding Hood for Halloween, and K.D. is going to be a witch. K.D. is growing fast. She is rolling over and trying to sit on her own. She is definantly developing her own personality. Isabella loves to read and loves Sesame Street. She is talking a lot and is learning new words everyday. One of her babysitters is teaching her sign lanugage. Kyle is really enjoying his job, and I am hoping to find something for my CNA. As soon as this is finished I will be finishing my generals online and hope to start the LPN program in the fall. So far my goal is to get a job some way revolved around&amp;nbsp;labor/delivery or the newborn unit in a hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6430230897249140316?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6430230897249140316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6430230897249140316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6430230897249140316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6430230897249140316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2011/10/long-update.html' title='Long Update'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNpZ0gSGy3I/TqzZv_CM6WI/AAAAAAAAAy0/U-AWIuIugd4/s72-c/IMG_2816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-1563806978685774478</id><published>2011-02-07T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T19:10:07.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ok so I've been lame and haven't updated lately. First of all we found out we are getting another little girl. Kyle is going to be outnumbered (and is feeling like he has a recessive gene considering his dad got all boys). We have moved in to a house in G.C. Isabella took her first few steps last night in between Kyle and I. We can't believe our baby is almost 1 year. Just a month left.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-1563806978685774478?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1563806978685774478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=1563806978685774478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1563806978685774478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1563806978685774478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2011/02/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8041061127100649788</id><published>2010-10-30T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:41:58.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Kyle picked out our costumes this year, which is fine, I get to dress him up next year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&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/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy52zpvKxI/AAAAAAAAAxg/bDToEGygMNQ/s1600/Copy+of+S5031090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy52zpvKxI/AAAAAAAAAxg/bDToEGygMNQ/s320/Copy+of+S5031090.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/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy56-WODgI/AAAAAAAAAxk/cjjQ5DNg7m0/s1600/Copy+of+S5031091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy56-WODgI/AAAAAAAAAxk/cjjQ5DNg7m0/s320/Copy+of+S5031091.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;b&gt;Kyle gets a little to in to Halloween.&lt;/b&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/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy5urw9yDI/AAAAAAAAAxY/3TLnj4O_Y4c/s1600/S5031095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy5urw9yDI/AAAAAAAAAxY/3TLnj4O_Y4c/s320/S5031095.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy6IR5YWbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/6nfHPbb7EcM/s1600/Copy+of+S5031094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy6IR5YWbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/6nfHPbb7EcM/s320/Copy+of+S5031094.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy5_oF_TmI/AAAAAAAAAxo/qiEpS59PsSs/s1600/Copy+of+S5031092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy5_oF_TmI/AAAAAAAAAxo/qiEpS59PsSs/s320/Copy+of+S5031092.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;b&gt;Look who's our creepy crawler.&lt;/b&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/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy6D29UwyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/2qDynmTaQX4/s1600/Copy+of+S5031093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy6D29UwyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/2qDynmTaQX4/s320/Copy+of+S5031093.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;b&gt;And we're not so sure if this is a trick or a treat...but we'll find out when we're getting it Nov. 4.&lt;/b&gt;&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy5yc-Im9I/AAAAAAAAAxc/F0gJ6fxFSMQ/s1600/Copy+of+S5031086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy5yc-Im9I/AAAAAAAAAxc/F0gJ6fxFSMQ/s320/Copy+of+S5031086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-8041061127100649788?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8041061127100649788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8041061127100649788&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8041061127100649788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8041061127100649788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TMy52zpvKxI/AAAAAAAAAxg/bDToEGygMNQ/s72-c/Copy+of+S5031090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-7430267847021486501</id><published>2010-07-15T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:12:22.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>It's been crazy</title><content type='html'>It's been a crazy past little bit I promise I will update everyone soon. Here is a recap: Kyle got baptized, Isabella is four months, I am trying to balance two jobs scouts and young womens camp while Kyle is balancing three jobs and scouts (we are really loving it though), and the fuel pump went out on the stratus (which we got fixed). I just wanted to share this picture to show that I am still active in this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TD-xt94hUxI/AAAAAAAAAw8/lE2iFhnuVfw/s1600/S5031037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TD-xt94hUxI/AAAAAAAAAw8/lE2iFhnuVfw/s320/S5031037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-7430267847021486501?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7430267847021486501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=7430267847021486501&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7430267847021486501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7430267847021486501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-crazy.html' title='It&apos;s been crazy'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/TD-xt94hUxI/AAAAAAAAAw8/lE2iFhnuVfw/s72-c/S5031037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6990600654721291353</id><published>2010-05-09T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:53:54.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Birthday, Blessing, A Few Owies, Etc....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Not having the internet has really altered my ability to be able to keep this up to date. I'm going to try to sum everything up as simply and quickly as possible. We will see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;May 1 was my birthday (woot woot) so Kyle and I were able to go on a date while his parents watched Isabella. It was nice to get out and be just us for a little while, although I was starting to miss her by the end of the trip. We went to Logan and ate at a sushi place, and then went to Alice in Wonderland. It was a really good show (even with the creepiness of Tim Burton). Of course it can't hurt to have Johnny Depp in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S-dzqnfhn7I/AAAAAAAAAwk/2YDB3s_kFQ8/s1600/alice_in_wonderland_ver7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S-dzqnfhn7I/AAAAAAAAAwk/2YDB3s_kFQ8/s320/alice_in_wonderland_ver7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2 we had Isabella blessed. It was so nice for so many people to be able to be there with us. After the blessing we had lunch at Mom's.&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/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S-dzarkUPUI/AAAAAAAAAwU/IpB19Qb_fqY/s1600/IMG_2309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S-dzarkUPUI/AAAAAAAAAwU/IpB19Qb_fqY/s320/IMG_2309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S-dzl5RA3CI/AAAAAAAAAwc/isO432235vc/s1600/IMG_2312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S-dzl5RA3CI/AAAAAAAAAwc/isO432235vc/s320/IMG_2312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three cute cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;May 3 Kyle decided to have an accident. While at work, he "some how" managed to drive a Gator (John Deere golf cart thing) in to a ditch and broke two fingers. He broke his pinky in two spots and his ring finger in one spot on his right hand (not so convenient for the week of finals, but he managed). We took a trip to Logan and had x-rays done and then a cast molded for his hand.&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/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S-dz6s7PMHI/AAAAAAAAAws/W-ZjkGjUn4c/s1600/S5031018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S-dz6s7PMHI/AAAAAAAAAws/W-ZjkGjUn4c/s320/S5031018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle's left hand&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/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S-dz__PQzRI/AAAAAAAAAw0/BiP_6mxhFgI/s1600/S5031019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S-dz__PQzRI/AAAAAAAAAw0/BiP_6mxhFgI/s320/S5031019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle's right hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;May 4 Isabella had her two month appointment. She weighed 9 lbs 8 oz and was 22 inches long. She did so good and was smiling at the nurse until they stuck the needles in her leg. After we got her pants on her and I cuddled her for a little while she was able to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got home from Logan we changed clothes and went to the church. The bishop wanted to meet with us. We are now den leaders in the cub scouts for the bears and the wolves. Also I am one of the camp directors for the Young Women. I am excited for that one, but kindof scared of the scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope that sums everything up that has really happened, and wish us luck tomorrow as we go back to the doctor for Kyle. If his pinky is healing the right way he won't need surgery to fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6990600654721291353?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6990600654721291353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6990600654721291353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6990600654721291353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6990600654721291353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2010/05/birthday-blessing-few-owies-etc.html' title='Birthday, Blessing, A Few Owies, Etc....'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S-dzqnfhn7I/AAAAAAAAAwk/2YDB3s_kFQ8/s72-c/alice_in_wonderland_ver7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-5831813028245868708</id><published>2010-04-25T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:30:08.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>One Long Night</title><content type='html'>Well we finally had a difficult night with Isabella. On days I go to Logan I know that that night is going to be rough because it's a hard day for her, but nothing has ever compared to last night. Poor little girl must have had an upset belly or something because from 10:30 - 2 she cried almost none stop unless we were holding her, or she was eating. This morning we both struggled to get out of bed, but all I had to do was see her sleeping and I couldn't be upset or frustrated. While we were getting her ready for church Kyle said something like, "You kept Mom and Dad up all night didn't you?" She got the biggest smile on her face as if to say "Yes I did but look how cute I am". She is so much fun, but I'm hoping she doesn't make this a habit, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-5831813028245868708?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5831813028245868708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=5831813028245868708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5831813028245868708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5831813028245868708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-long-night.html' title='One Long Night'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6702203541973225432</id><published>2010-04-21T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T19:51:01.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>7 Weeks</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that it has been 7 weeks. Isabella has grown alot (she's finally up to 8 lbs). She's starting to smile, mainly at her dad. I'm going to be sad when I have to start work. We are doing her blessing on May 2. Here are some new pictures of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S8-5BTHILII/AAAAAAAAAv0/MbOEuu-0X3Q/s1600/S5031006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S8-5BTHILII/AAAAAAAAAv0/MbOEuu-0X3Q/s320/S5031006.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S8-5NtTDBiI/AAAAAAAAAwE/B6FRgPkr4Wk/s1600/S5031012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S8-5NtTDBiI/AAAAAAAAAwE/B6FRgPkr4Wk/s320/S5031012.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S8-5R3UlBtI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CUUxBrDHVmw/s1600/S5031014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S8-5R3UlBtI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CUUxBrDHVmw/s320/S5031014.JPG" wt="true" /&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/8083767300624944575-6702203541973225432?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6702203541973225432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6702203541973225432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6702203541973225432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6702203541973225432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2010/04/7-weeks.html' title='7 Weeks'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S8-5BTHILII/AAAAAAAAAv0/MbOEuu-0X3Q/s72-c/S5031006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-598190787338489000</id><published>2010-03-11T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:25:25.632-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>New Baby, New Home, Kyle Turns 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the title pretty well sums things up that are going on with us lately except, of course, not in that order. And just to warn you this blog is going to be a long one so you can skip through it if you want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will start on March 1 and go from there. So we went to the doctor and I had progressed from 1.5 centimeters to 3 centimeters, and had ephased a little further in a week. Our doctor told us that whatever we were doing to keep doing and we'd have a baby soon. He told us he'd schedule an appointment the next week and if I hadn't had her by that time, he'd schedule a day to induce me. I was excited but Kyle had informed our daughter that she wasn't allowed to be born until after his birthday a few weeks before, so I knew I'd have to hold off on any of the old wive's tale tricks to put myself in to labor until after his birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On March 2, Kyle turned 20 and for his birthday we drove to Bear Lake to sign the final papers on our new apartment in Garden City. We hadn't planned on moving that soon, and actually wanted to stay in Logan (Garden City was kind of a last resort) but because we couldn't find anything cheaper in Logan and I had finished working, and also because we had a neighbor in our building that was smoking more than cigarettes across the hall from us and the smell was coming into our apartment, and cops were banging on his door on a almost nightly basis, I refused to bring a new baby back there. After that we went back to Logan and Kyle agreed that I could start trying to have a baby because I'm sure he was as tired of me being onery and pregnant too. First we went and got the oil changed on the stratus and then walked to the mall from Jiffy Lube and walked around the mall for a while. Kyle was able to buy his own birthday present&amp;nbsp;since I didn't know what to get him and I figured that letting him pick for himself was better than me picking something he didn't want. We went and got some sushi for Kyle and really spicey chinese soup for me. Then we went back to the apartment and while he played his new Xbox game, I ate jalepenio poppers, and raspberry ice tea while I cleaned our bedroom. We looked online at some other options on how to induce labor and we tried almost all of them. We even found a chart on pressure points on the feet that could do the trick. At about 11:30 we decided to go to bed. I was frustrated and decided that I just had to wait longer to have the baby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 3, 4:15 I woke up to go to the bathroom and felt a tight pain in my back. I crawled back in to bed and another pain came. They were coming every 3 minutes and I felt my stomach and felt it tightening every time. Woohoo, I knew what was going on. I shook Kyle and told him I was having contractions every three minutes. His response was not what I expected. Half asleep, he said "Ok well tell me if we need to go to the hospital." "Probably now." I said. "Let me know when you're ready to leave." and with that he rolled on his side and started to snore again. I hit him and told him to grab what clothes he needed (I had already packed the basics for me and the baby the day before). He wandered around the apartment in sleepy daze. On the way to hospital we called our parents because we wanted both of our moms there with us when she was born.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We got to the hospital at about 5:30 and I was dialated to a 5. After the nurse told us that, Kyle (still half asleep) asked her if that meant we were staying or if we could go and come back later. She told him that we definantly had to stay and that I wasn't going any where. I progressed fairly well from that point on until they broke my water (which was between 10:30 and 11). I was dilated to an 8 and was stuck there. They started me on patosin at about 1 after I wasn't making any progress. I asked Ralph to give me a blessing. After this he and John (Kyle's dad) sat in there talking for a little bit. I started to feel harder contractions and had that intense pressure that told me baby was coming. I pulled Kyle over and told him to get Ralph and his dad out of there because we were having a baby and I didn't want them in the room. Almost right after he told them, the nurse told me to give a few practice pushes. She started to count and then at about 7 she said stop stop stop, your baby has hair. I sat there until the doctor came in for a few minutes. Thank heaven for an epidural because I was completely uncomfortable and knew that if I didn't have the pain killers that I would have been cussing. The doctor came in and the nurse told him that Kyle wanted to help deliver. Without asking any questions, he said "Hurry and get a gown on him." The nurse helped Kyle get his gown on and then after waiting what felt like forever for him to get the gloves on, it was time for her to come. Kyle was able to completely deliver her. The doctor just sat by him and told him what to do. I was leary of this when Kyle first suggested that he wanted to do it, but I'm glad I let him do it. Isabella Marie was born March 3, 2010 at 1:36 pm. She was 6 lbs 2 oz and 19 inches long.&lt;/strong&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/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S5lOvLxqGFI/AAAAAAAAAvU/nAXJ2ISJn8A/s1600-h/IMG_2171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S5lOvLxqGFI/AAAAAAAAAvU/nAXJ2ISJn8A/s320/IMG_2171.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S5lO2Vy6H7I/AAAAAAAAAvc/_zQnjk471Gg/s1600-h/IMG_2191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S5lO2Vy6H7I/AAAAAAAAAvc/_zQnjk471Gg/s320/IMG_2191.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S5lO55Bx1xI/AAAAAAAAAvk/gqrb8TChvX4/s1600-h/IMG_2194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S5lO55Bx1xI/AAAAAAAAAvk/gqrb8TChvX4/s320/IMG_2194.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We stayed in the hospital a few days and then went and stayed with Mom for a few nights. We left the hospital on Friday and on Saturday Kyle's family and Mom and Ralph helped us get our stuff moved out of the apartment in Logan and over to Bear Lake. We are now here, and actually quite enjoying it. Kyle has a job and will hopefully start working next week in Garden City. He is still driving to school which is the only down part, but we are happy and loving having this little girl. She is a sweet heart and hardly cries (which everyone I've talked to says that will switch in about 6 months) but I'm happy for it right now. She is a mini Kyle for the most part and I can already see a strong bond between her and her dad. As soon as he gets home from school, she is all his.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that is a week of our life in a novel. Thanks for actually reading it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S5lO8vH67GI/AAAAAAAAAvs/OJZ0j3t4vp4/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S5lO8vH67GI/AAAAAAAAAvs/OJZ0j3t4vp4/s320/DSC00077.JPG" vt="true" /&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/8083767300624944575-598190787338489000?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/598190787338489000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=598190787338489000&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/598190787338489000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/598190787338489000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-baby-new-home-kyle-turns-20.html' title='New Baby, New Home, Kyle Turns 20'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S5lOvLxqGFI/AAAAAAAAAvU/nAXJ2ISJn8A/s72-c/IMG_2171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-4633525047015692307</id><published>2010-02-22T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:12:51.133-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>What's New</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So I figured I'd do a quick update on what is new with us. First things first, I'm getting big and to the uncomfortable point where I am ready to be done, haha. And we're both excited to get her here. Kyle has discovered one of his new favorite past times of, when she's awake, poking her and making her kick him or try hitting him (he particularly enjoys doing this at church). We went to the doctor today and found out that I am 1.5 dilated and 50% ephased. We're hoping she comes a little before her due date but we'll see; she might develop to be like me and decide she doesn't want to come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S4N_hseJ1xI/AAAAAAAAAvM/HTFnnJCtg5Q/s1600-h/S5030976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S4N_hseJ1xI/AAAAAAAAAvM/HTFnnJCtg5Q/s320/S5030976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are getting ready to move and hopefully will be able to soon. There are some problems with one of our neighbors in our apartment building and we don't feel comfortable staying here anymore, especially for when Isabella gets here. We will be moving to the new housing in Garden City for at least the summer because Kyle is having a hard time finding a job over here in Logan, but we plan on coming back before too long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyle is doing great in school and is really enjoying his classes but is reconsidering teaching and is thinking about doing something else. If he can pass the physical, he is planning on trying for the highway patrol...quite opposite what we were thinking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As for me, well, I'm enjoying my work...some days(which I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad. I don't know if I should feel guilty for enjoying calling people and asking them to take surveys). My supervisors have discovered a talent I didn't know I had. I am one of the few people that can keep farmers and ranchers on the phone for 20 minutes answering questions about their cows, crops, or what have you. Being raised in Rich County really paid off. One of my supervisors even pointed out that I develop a slight "hick" accent while talking to these men.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We really didn't do much for Valentine's Day but are excited because at the Chocolate Festival in Garden City, his parents won us a night stay at the Bluebird Inn. Saturday was kind of our Valentine's Day. Kyle brought me lunch to work (even though I allowed to go home early right when he got there) and he also brought me flowers. We ended up going to Hardware Ranch that afternoon and watched the elk and went to the visitor center. Kyle saw some kids sliding down the hill on their bums so he thought he better try it. It was quite amusing to watch. I have a video of it but he has refused to let me post it. He is such a little kid sometimes, that I'm not sure whether to be happy about it or nervous, all I know is that our kids will definantly have a playmate. After that we wandered around the big Wal-Mart for a while and then went to Percy Jackson: The Lightning Theif (not my idea but out of the movies playing at the time, it was our best choice).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, I'm sure that's enough about us. Hopefully our next update will include a new baby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-4633525047015692307?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4633525047015692307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=4633525047015692307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/4633525047015692307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/4633525047015692307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S4N_hseJ1xI/AAAAAAAAAvM/HTFnnJCtg5Q/s72-c/S5030976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-7761873895836341735</id><published>2010-02-12T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:37:16.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I snooped...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ok I guess you couldn't really consider it snooping but I was reading Holly's blog and followed a link on a recent post of her's to this &lt;a href="http://gorgfabgoodies.blogspot.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. It's actually pretty cool some of things they've done. If I were creative I'd seriously consider trying some of things. Heck I might even now...or at least try to convince Kyle to try some of these things out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-7761873895836341735?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7761873895836341735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=7761873895836341735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7761873895836341735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7761873895836341735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-snooped.html' title='I snooped...'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-608190551338914604</id><published>2010-02-10T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:40:38.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I like these things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have decided to create two polls about the baby. We have reached the last month of the pregnancy, woohoo. I'm just going to give you some details the doctor has given me to help you make your choice. Two weeks ago I had already started to dilated but not very much then (he'll really start checking on the 22). The baby is head down and very far down. I know I'm weird but if you want to, vote for what you think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-608190551338914604?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/608190551338914604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=608190551338914604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/608190551338914604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/608190551338914604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-like-these-things.html' title='I like these things'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-9029413297235220437</id><published>2010-01-30T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:58:07.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Look a like meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I was getting bored and decided to play with the look a like meter. I'm trying to find a picture of my dad so I can post a picture of me compared to mom and dad to see which I'm more like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" target="_blank" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="470" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/88/53/91/885391_477846f69256b4wu0yu612.JPG" width="435" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/meter"&gt;Look-alike Meter&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-photo-sharing"&gt;Family photo sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-roots"&gt;Family roots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-9029413297235220437?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9029413297235220437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=9029413297235220437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/9029413297235220437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/9029413297235220437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-like-meter.html' title='Look a like meter'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6453688520746195289</id><published>2010-01-16T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:03:04.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Hope ya know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A few weeks ago this was shared with me and the girls I go to group counseling with. I liked it. Random I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wz41YxNiHEg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wz41YxNiHEg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6453688520746195289?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6453688520746195289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6453688520746195289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6453688520746195289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6453688520746195289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope-ya-know.html' title='Hope ya know...'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-7098284921148972496</id><published>2009-12-08T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:29:30.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A good time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Hahaha! Do this! Really. SO FUNNY! Call the Nestle Crunch Hot line at 1-800-295-0051. When you are asked if you want to continue in English or Spanish, just wait quietly for about 10 seconds and you will smile. Promise! keep going and press 4, listen to the options, then press 7, hilarious!!! (if you comment on this after listening, don't give it away!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;This really is worth it. It made me giggle and just make sure you press 4 and 7 the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-7098284921148972496?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7098284921148972496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=7098284921148972496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7098284921148972496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7098284921148972496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-time.html' title='A good time'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6974598588071172388</id><published>2009-11-24T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:39:40.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Neonatalcardio ultrasound</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Ya, the title is a big word for me to write, but it's the only announcement I really have and didn't know how to title this. On Tuesday the 17th (so ya a week ago, I'm behind). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Just as a background, even though I'm sure everyone already knows, Kyle has had four open heart surgeries for a few different things (pulmonary atresia, hypoplasty right heart syndrome, had a enlarged heart, and a few other things that were either caused from or linked to the other things. Ya, I've done a lot of research, good thing I like things to do with health.) Anyway because of all of this, our doctor told us he wanted us to go see a doctor in Salt Lake that could do a specialized ultrasound of our baby's heart. The reason for this was first of all, because our doctor wanted to know, and secondly, because if she has any of the same conditions as Kyle, we would not be able to have our baby in Logan and would have to go to Salt Lake. Even though there is no evidence that any of his conditions are hereditary, there is also very little evidence that it isn't hereditary. In fact, they don't really know what causes these conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Now away from all that stuff, on Tuesday, we had to go to Primary Children's Hospital to visit with a neonatalcardiologist and have the ultrasound. Kyle was calm throughout this which was a good, because I have been extremely nervous about it. Even though I knew how rare the conditions were, I have still been freaked out that something would be wrong. We sat in the waiting room for about 30 minutes and with each minute I was getting more and more nervous, letting my mind run away with what if's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Finally someone brought us into a room to do the ultrasound. As I lay there and watched her trying to find the heart, my mind continued to freak out. Finally after chasing her around for a while, the ultrasound tech was able to find her heart and zoom in on it. She took a long time and a lot of pictures of different angles of the baby's heart. She would talk to us, but said she wasn't allowed to really tell us anything about the findings in the heart. Ya, that was not so comforting to me. Finally she said that she got pictures of every part that she needed and went to get the doctor. He came in and looked through all the pictures, and re-looked at some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;He said that there was nothing he could see that was wrong. Thank heaven. He said that just as a side note, that doesn't mean there isn't anything however. Because some of Kyle's conditions have to do with the pulmonary valve, he said that some things won't be possible to detect until after she is born because right now my heart and lungs are doing everything for her, but he doesn't feel that we have any reason to be concerned about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;He then asked us if we wanted to be involved in a special study that Primary Children's was doing with U of U about heart development and heart defect detection. By doing this they took 3D pictures of the baby's heart. He said that the type of ultrasound he was doing would not harm her in any way (I was a little leery because I've heard so many things about 3D ultrasounds) and that it wasn't the same type of 3D ultrasound that&amp;nbsp;is used in shopping malls. It was actually pretty cool to see all the parts of her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Anyway to make a long story short, in spite of my freaking out, everything is looking fine and I'm not as worried. I'm just happy for technology these days, and the ability for doctors to find things sooner and before birth. Everything right now is feeling normal to me (although I don't recall having braxton hicks at all with Braxton) and she is an active little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6974598588071172388?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6974598588071172388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6974598588071172388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6974598588071172388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6974598588071172388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/11/neonatalcardio-ultrasound.html' title='Neonatalcardio ultrasound'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-2565092121334981166</id><published>2009-11-10T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:08:20.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>National Adoption Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;So November is a month that represents a time of year for being thankful and really rings in the holiday spirit (sorry Halloween but you just don't give that warm, fuzzy, lovey feeling that Thanksgiving and Christmas bring in), but November also represents something very special to me. November is National Adoption month, and many newspapers in Utah and Idaho take a section out of their paper at least once a month (or more than that, if they're like the Herald Journal) to dedicate it to adoption. Now a days everything has a ribbon (you know the yellow ribbon for the soldiers, the pink ribbon for breast cancer) well adoption also has a ribbon. It is the white ribbon. I have started my "adoption awareness" advocacy for this month. I have written an article to be published in one of the newspapers, I am going to participate in a adoption panel (where birth mothers are asked to speak to people about their experience with adoption. I will be speaking at a class that couples that are planning on adopting take), and I am also part of an online blog. If you would like to see this blog, click &lt;a href="http://birthmothers4adoption.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Kyle and I also plan on joining FSA (Families Supporting Adoption) this month, and I'm hoping to become a lot more active. Anyone can join FSA, so if you're interested, go ahead and join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Svphil_MdsI/AAAAAAAAAt8/NuXC0CEFzO4/s1600-h/IMG_1567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Svphil_MdsI/AAAAAAAAAt8/NuXC0CEFzO4/s320/IMG_1567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SvphpE3PFDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/kTlkUFXwFiA/s1600-h/IMG_1605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SvphpE3PFDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/kTlkUFXwFiA/s320/IMG_1605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;It was also two years ago in November that I decided to place Braxton with his amazing family. I can't believe that two years have gone by, and that I have survived it. I love seeing how big he is getting and sometimes can't believe that he'll be a big 2 in just a few months. I am so thankful for him and for his family. I have so many friends that have also placed babies, that the couple that adopted their baby didn't keep promises that were made, and don't allow the birthmoms much contact, if any. I know that to each their own, but it is really hard to see girls struggle when they were promised something much more open than they are receiving. I am so thankful that Braxton's family is understanding, and caring, and give me information about him and pictures of him. It has really helped me these past two years. I am also thankful to have a husband that is so understanding about my past, and has about as much love for Braxton as I do. It is a real help to have him there to support me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SvpiPYKXHXI/AAAAAAAAAuM/1Ppp2GROyoY/s1600-h/braxton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SvpiPYKXHXI/AAAAAAAAAuM/1Ppp2GROyoY/s320/braxton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SvpiwokYU-I/AAAAAAAAAuU/kAjrfzaXpcQ/s1600-h/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SvpiwokYU-I/AAAAAAAAAuU/kAjrfzaXpcQ/s320/9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-2565092121334981166?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2565092121334981166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=2565092121334981166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2565092121334981166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2565092121334981166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/11/national-adoption-month.html' title='National Adoption Month'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Svphil_MdsI/AAAAAAAAAt8/NuXC0CEFzO4/s72-c/IMG_1567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-9137565180530914798</id><published>2009-10-31T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:13:34.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Our first fall and Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is our first fall and Halloween as a married couple (obviously). I am going to try to be better about taking pictures and blogging (as much as Kyle is not liking his picture being taken all the time). Earlier this week we went to a corn maze and a pumpkin patch. It was kindof cold but fun. We even bought a decent size pumpkin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SuvgOMyWRsI/AAAAAAAAAs0/_YjPxeYaVyA/s1600-h/S5030899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SuvgOMyWRsI/AAAAAAAAAs0/_YjPxeYaVyA/s320/S5030899.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later in the week I went to a potluck so I decided to make a pumpkin cheesecake with a brownie crust. It is really yummy. If you would like the recipe, go &lt;a href="http://thecookinmamas.blogspot.com/2009/10/brownie-base-1-box-1-lb-3.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SuvgT5RrheI/AAAAAAAAAs8/vl3PHZYBbiA/s1600-h/S5030901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SuvgT5RrheI/AAAAAAAAAs8/vl3PHZYBbiA/s320/S5030901.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;We baked the seeds from our pumpkin tonight while we (he) carved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SuvgXnLivdI/AAAAAAAAAtE/VegyYerIYXo/s1600-h/S5030921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Suvgj9Dam1I/AAAAAAAAAtc/Cg7XkpfXVVs/s1600-h/S5030924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Suvgj9Dam1I/AAAAAAAAAtc/Cg7XkpfXVVs/s320/S5030924.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;And here is our cute (actually kinda creepy) jack-o-lantern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Suvgb3CV9mI/AAAAAAAAAtM/m-KmR8GHB5w/s1600-h/S5030922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Suvgb3CV9mI/AAAAAAAAAtM/m-KmR8GHB5w/s320/S5030922.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;And jut to finish up, I'm going to try to start decorating for every holiday, so here are some of my Halloween decorations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SuvgsMJMXyI/AAAAAAAAAts/wdBu9HHiDSE/s1600-h/S5030930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SuvgsMJMXyI/AAAAAAAAAts/wdBu9HHiDSE/s320/S5030930.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SuvgwMnuLjI/AAAAAAAAAt0/o3IFcMvvz_s/s1600-h/S5030932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SuvgwMnuLjI/AAAAAAAAAt0/o3IFcMvvz_s/s320/S5030932.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;If you can't tell what the last picture is, it's a black boa thing with purple bats and then little ghost lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-9137565180530914798?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9137565180530914798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=9137565180530914798&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/9137565180530914798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/9137565180530914798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-first-fall-and-halloween.html' title='Our first fall and Halloween'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SuvgOMyWRsI/AAAAAAAAAs0/_YjPxeYaVyA/s72-c/S5030899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-2247646042578132889</id><published>2009-10-21T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:42:54.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>So we went to the doctor this morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;And found out that we are having a girl! It's not 100% accurate, but looks very very likely. We're extremely excited. Here are some pictures of her feet, and of course, her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/St_iW5E2SkI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1-3jRNElI-k/s1600-h/SPHULER_16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/St_iW5E2SkI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1-3jRNElI-k/s320/SPHULER_16.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/St_iSzfx-fI/AAAAAAAAAsE/7O1Sd1N7Ngg/s1600-h/SPHULER_15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/St_iSzfx-fI/AAAAAAAAAsE/7O1Sd1N7Ngg/s320/SPHULER_15.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/St_ie61mGhI/AAAAAAAAAsU/tFzeLr5CApg/s1600-h/SPHULER_24.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/St_ie61mGhI/AAAAAAAAAsU/tFzeLr5CApg/s320/SPHULER_24.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-2247646042578132889?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2247646042578132889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=2247646042578132889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2247646042578132889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2247646042578132889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-we-went-to-doctor-this-morning.html' title='So we went to the doctor this morning...'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/St_iW5E2SkI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1-3jRNElI-k/s72-c/SPHULER_16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6889119992614056734</id><published>2009-10-15T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:50:25.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>18 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;This is what I look like recently. Luckily I am able to cover it up better when I'm in public, but at home, not wearing as much support on my belly, this is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/StenCnckIhI/AAAAAAAAAr8/--ot6zJMsi0/s1600-h/18weeks2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/StenCnckIhI/AAAAAAAAAr8/--ot6zJMsi0/s320/18weeks2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6889119992614056734?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6889119992614056734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6889119992614056734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6889119992614056734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6889119992614056734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/18-weeks.html' title='18 Weeks'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/StenCnckIhI/AAAAAAAAAr8/--ot6zJMsi0/s72-c/18weeks2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-1131376793460427783</id><published>2009-10-10T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:45:19.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Good Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: purple;"&gt;This is a really good song. I did cut some parts out of it, cus it's from a musical, but I wanted to post something. Read all of it because it kinda has a twist on the thought at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Thank Goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;from Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;(intro skipped)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;We couldn't be happier, right dear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Couldn't be happier, right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Look what we've got,&amp;nbsp;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; fairy tale plot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Our very own happy ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Where we couldn't be happier, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;rue, dear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Couldn't be happier, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;nd we're happy to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Our ending vicariously w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;ith all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;He couldn't look handsomer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I couldn't feel humbler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;We couldn't be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Because&amp;nbsp;happy is what happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;When all your dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(slight skip here also)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;That's why, I couldn't be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;No, couldn't be happier though it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I admit, the tiniest bit, unlike I anticipated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;But I couldn't be happier, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Simply, couldn't be happier, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;well - not simply -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;'Cause getting your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;It's strange, but it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A little - well - complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;There's a kind of a sort of cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;There's a couple of things get lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;There are bridges you cross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;You didn't know you've crossed until you've crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;And if that joy, that thrill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Doesn't thrill you like you think it will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Still - with this perfect finale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;The cheers and ballyhoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Who wouldn't be happier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;So I couldn't be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Because happy is what happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;When all your dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Well, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Happy is what happens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;When all your dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-1131376793460427783?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1131376793460427783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=1131376793460427783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1131376793460427783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1131376793460427783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-song.html' title='Good Song'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-4173480861819505330</id><published>2009-10-04T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:03:20.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Here Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Well I haven't blogged for a while and I know I need to get pictures of the wedding up but I figured I might as well fill a space with a little something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SsklK-yFwxI/AAAAAAAAArk/5NZC3Wlcbs4/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SsklK-yFwxI/AAAAAAAAArk/5NZC3Wlcbs4/s320/scan0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SsklObrhkEI/AAAAAAAAAr0/UUbBX3aL2iA/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SsklObrhkEI/AAAAAAAAAr0/UUbBX3aL2iA/s320/scan0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SsklM-en6RI/AAAAAAAAArs/Ikl1tRzHGNM/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SsklM-en6RI/AAAAAAAAArs/Ikl1tRzHGNM/s320/scan0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;We're due March 17, and will find out what we are having on October 21. Any guesses about what the baby might be? There is a poll at the top of the screen if you want to vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-4173480861819505330?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4173480861819505330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=4173480861819505330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/4173480861819505330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/4173480861819505330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-goes.html' title='Here Goes'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SsklK-yFwxI/AAAAAAAAArk/5NZC3Wlcbs4/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-7775691459189355302</id><published>2009-06-18T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:21:28.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nakota'/><title type='text'>Week at a Glance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I haven't posted in a while so I figured I would. My week this week has been pretty simple but full of fun stuff for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Monday: I went to work so nothing really new there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tuesday: Kyle and I went to Logan for voice lessons. I have been taking them, and since we are in singing in church together on Father's Day my teacher was willing to help us sing together a little better considering we've never done it before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After voice lessons we went to Willow Park in Logan. If you don't know what Willow Park is, it's sort of a small zoo with mainly birds but some other wild animals as well. We got lost trying to find it (due to my "misunderstanding" Mom's directions). It was nice to just kind of wander around without crowds of people. Of course we both agreed that some time this summer we plan on going to Hogle Zoo and Dinosaur Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After that we went and got sushi at a place I've never been to before in Logan. It was really nice, but kind of pricey. Mmmm...sushi....worth it, and then we met my favorite roomie, Callista, and her little brothers and went to the movie Up! It is so cute. We thought about going to the 3D version but because of the lack of time, we decided that 2D would have to be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348811146245461570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SjrLZfacVkI/AAAAAAAAAqw/vaNVoZpaeDY/s320/Up.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wednesday: I didn't do a whole lot this day. On Wednesdays and Thursdays I go to the high school to help with the drill team in the morning. I know it sounds lame, but it gives me a chance to exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Later that evening Mom and I went to Montpelier and met Ralph, ate pizza, and went to the movie Night At The Museum 2. Mom said she liked it better than the first one, although I'm kindof think they were a toss up. I really enjoyed both of them, and the second one is as good as the first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348811149032989490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SjrLZpzCozI/AAAAAAAAAq4/W9hmf7QxTbA/s320/Night_at_the_Museum_II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On the drive home, Mom and I decided to drive down the east side of the lake. About half way, we saw something moving on the road. As we drove past, we saw 4 or 5 baby skunks eating a dead bunny. They were so cute that I made Mom turn around so we could get some pictures of them (but she'll have to post those).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thursday: Was quite an adventure. I had to bring Nakota to the vet this morning. He was in a carrier but managed to break loose while in Logan canyon. At the vet, we found out that he weighs 14.2 pounds (more than doubled what he weighed three weeks ago at 6.2). After looking him over the vet told me that he is in perfect health, that he is a little chubby but better than he was when she first saw him. At the first appointment she told me that because of his size and weight that she guessed that he would be about 40 pounds when he is full grown. After his check up today she said that she thinks he may be "slightly" larger. She estimates now that he will be around 65-70 pounds. That is a little more than slightly. He's going to be a big puppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tonight Mom and I are going to go to dinner with a friend of mine and her mom. I hope the rest of my week works out as well as it has started. And I'm excited that this weekend AnDe, Zack, Elvis, and Tyson will be coming home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8083767300624944575-7775691459189355302?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7775691459189355302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=7775691459189355302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7775691459189355302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7775691459189355302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-at-glance.html' title='Week at a Glance'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SjrLZfacVkI/AAAAAAAAAqw/vaNVoZpaeDY/s72-c/Up.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8969704010212019134</id><published>2009-06-13T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:13:06.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's A Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, I got my hair cut. That is about as blunt as I can get. I sat in a chair for two and a half hours while they chopped my hair off. It had grown down just barely past my waist and so I decided that it was time to start growing it out over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SjPdqROISsI/AAAAAAAAAqo/XOOIVEvG8oA/s1600-h/S5030853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346860900865821378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SjPdqROISsI/AAAAAAAAAqo/XOOIVEvG8oA/s320/S5030853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SjPdqFSRLxI/AAAAAAAAAqg/f1l-kt62vwg/s1600-h/S5030851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346860897661955858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SjPdqFSRLxI/AAAAAAAAAqg/f1l-kt62vwg/s320/S5030851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-8969704010212019134?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8969704010212019134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8969704010212019134&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8969704010212019134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8969704010212019134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-change.html' title='It&apos;s A Change'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SjPdqROISsI/AAAAAAAAAqo/XOOIVEvG8oA/s72-c/S5030853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-1482105553383619059</id><published>2009-06-02T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:43:37.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nakota'/><title type='text'>Nakota does not like the phone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bad0e7f0d3ea4805" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbad0e7f0d3ea4805%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330234365%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E3B17EBF23A650585D2C48B3FCC9D2DEFCC7454.6B5B3658A6B07AC6C7DF9B1129E107FDF2EB01CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbad0e7f0d3ea4805%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da4rIQ8oV9e73PlIk7jBeP0pbEm0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbad0e7f0d3ea4805%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330234365%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E3B17EBF23A650585D2C48B3FCC9D2DEFCC7454.6B5B3658A6B07AC6C7DF9B1129E107FDF2EB01CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbad0e7f0d3ea4805%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da4rIQ8oV9e73PlIk7jBeP0pbEm0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nakota either really hates the phone or he was just informing us to answer it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-1482105553383619059?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bad0e7f0d3ea4805&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1482105553383619059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=1482105553383619059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1482105553383619059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1482105553383619059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/nakota-does-not-like-phone.html' title='Nakota does not like the phone....'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8498341555262173449</id><published>2009-06-01T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:40:50.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Some videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here are some videos someone sent to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DF01BQAcj8E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DF01BQAcj8E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wz41YxNiHEg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wz41YxNiHEg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-8498341555262173449?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8498341555262173449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8498341555262173449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8498341555262173449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8498341555262173449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-videos.html' title='Some videos'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6834348635554519375</id><published>2009-05-26T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:48:38.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nakota'/><title type='text'>Nakota</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I haven't posted in a while so I thought I'd do a little post on Nakota's fun today. I've been feeling bad about leaving him in his kennel for the past couple of days while I'm at work (also because of this and because of his "babysitter" coming to get him, I'm afraid he's starting to like Kyle more than me) so I decided to take him around with me all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First we went to visit Kyle at work where he played in tall grass chasing bugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then we went to visit Mom at work where he just slept and got to lick the left over gravy from Annette's dish. He was so happy about that, and kept trying to "convince" Mom to get him food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Finally we went to Kyle's house where he was able to go for a canoe ride. Carp must me spawning right now because there were a ton in this shallow swampy area so Kyle and Leo (his little brother) got out of the canoe and were catching them with their hands. Out of curiosity, Kyle put one in the canoe with us to see how Nakota would react. Nakota sniffed it, and patted it with his paw, but when it jumped he made a run to sit as far away from it as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340280769280639618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Shx9EM3SgoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jKO6H6AR6cA/s320/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Surprisingly he wasn't completely frightened. When Kyle put the fish back in the water and it started to splash around, curiosity got Nakota. He looked over the edge of the canoe and was whimpering and attempting to jump out. Instead of letting him take a nose dive into chilly water, I got out and set him down by me on the sand and started to walk to deeper water. He whinned a little but then started to swim around and chase the fish with Leo and Kyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Shx9Dzk9weI/AAAAAAAAAqI/_fPRi5K9zMI/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340280762492895714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Shx9Dzk9weI/AAAAAAAAAqI/_fPRi5K9zMI/s320/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When Kyle walked out he followed him, and the poor thing was so cold because of the wind and his being wet. He ran to Kyle and was crying trying to get someone to cuddle him. Of course, Kyle had to baby him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Shx9Du89IQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/n8zPXhws0ao/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340280761251340546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Shx9Du89IQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/n8zPXhws0ao/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Afterwards, we got home and he slept by me for a good hour and a half or so. Now the poor thing has to face a bath to get all the sand and dirt out of his fur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340280771774521634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Shx9EWJ4ISI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ZpXYvah7MjE/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8083767300624944575-6834348635554519375?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6834348635554519375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6834348635554519375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6834348635554519375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6834348635554519375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/nakota.html' title='Nakota'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Shx9EM3SgoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jKO6H6AR6cA/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-595683172808678263</id><published>2009-05-14T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:55:11.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Just to Clarify</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It sucks and it's hard to not be engaged anymore but I want to clarify that Kyle and I are still friends and still plan on spending time together, this is more of a taking a step back and making sure this is what we both really want. You will all probably see and hear about him (whether his is a good or bad thing, you can decide). However, we are planning on trying to date a little so if anyone wants to set me up, go for it ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-595683172808678263?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/595683172808678263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=595683172808678263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/595683172808678263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/595683172808678263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-to-clarify.html' title='Just to Clarify'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-4970507196163710921</id><published>2009-05-12T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:49:15.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nakota'/><title type='text'>Just In Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I am no longer engaged nor am I in a relatinship. Kyle and I broke up but we're going to see how the summer goes and depending on certain things this might change again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But look who I got just in time. His name is Nakota. He is a husky and a complete doll. He is a really good puppy. My roommate and I are renting a house in Logan in the fall and it does have a yard and kennel. We've already set it up and will be signing the papers in a week or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335102891288232722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SgoX0CNlAxI/AAAAAAAAApI/A8vng1UEdLw/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335102890443171634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SgoXz_EGZzI/AAAAAAAAApA/guZ0Dhe9YyQ/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335102894611989826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SgoX0OmBhUI/AAAAAAAAApQ/-1wCUEPL_ZU/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335102896229489762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SgoX0UnqnGI/AAAAAAAAApY/-4Ewge-B_C8/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-4970507196163710921?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4970507196163710921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=4970507196163710921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/4970507196163710921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/4970507196163710921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-in-time.html' title='Just In Time'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SgoX0CNlAxI/AAAAAAAAApI/A8vng1UEdLw/s72-c/DSC00023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-2771310572372343351</id><published>2009-05-06T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:29:10.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I am still alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok so I have taken some pictures of myself and they will be posted when I am more sober. The surgery went good, my face is puffy and bruising but I'm good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-2771310572372343351?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2771310572372343351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=2771310572372343351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2771310572372343351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2771310572372343351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-still-alive.html' title='I am still alive'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-885911908395721229</id><published>2009-04-19T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:49:19.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Voice Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-45914066df4de79c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45914066df4de79c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330234365%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DF647C5C246CF08C102C4507805F86AF38F20DC.7AE7BA484BE8111022D201ED784389B4F6FE124F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45914066df4de79c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxCtlqCGrgM9WA_RYNRzsR9ICoQM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45914066df4de79c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330234365%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DF647C5C246CF08C102C4507805F86AF38F20DC.7AE7BA484BE8111022D201ED784389B4F6FE124F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45914066df4de79c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxCtlqCGrgM9WA_RYNRzsR9ICoQM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is me singing "Where Is Love" from the play Oliver. I have been taking voice lessons this semester and really loved them. I might take private lessons this summer with the same teacher. I know this isn't amazing but it is an accomplishment for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-885911908395721229?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=45914066df4de79c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/885911908395721229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=885911908395721229&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/885911908395721229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/885911908395721229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/voice-recital.html' title='Voice Recital'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-3130150989838868026</id><published>2009-04-19T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:29:36.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Random Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tagged to take the 6th picture from the 6th folder on my computer then tag six people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326656584909597010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SewV8TAIKVI/AAAAAAAAAo4/YRwmqbMInoE/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I tag: Mom, Amanda, Holly, Keri, Trish, Bobbi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-3130150989838868026?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3130150989838868026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=3130150989838868026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/3130150989838868026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/3130150989838868026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-tagged.html' title='Random Tagged'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SewV8TAIKVI/AAAAAAAAAo4/YRwmqbMInoE/s72-c/IMG_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8093978999240543637</id><published>2009-04-14T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:48:29.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I asked a few pictures taken by other people so I figured I would add them as they get to me. These pictures are from Josh Weston. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324603602179448034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SeTKw-Wr3OI/AAAAAAAAAow/2J9gBLU8cGQ/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324603597288681362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SeTKwsIor5I/AAAAAAAAAoo/_--xwWDfQYk/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324603592240870642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SeTKwZVJNPI/AAAAAAAAAog/h2KAXWkBF_M/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-8093978999240543637?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8093978999240543637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8093978999240543637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8093978999240543637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8093978999240543637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/more.html' title='More'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SeTKw-Wr3OI/AAAAAAAAAow/2J9gBLU8cGQ/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8782746410124400625</id><published>2009-04-12T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:42:08.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So here are some pictures of prom. We had a really good time. We went rollerblading in Logan and ate at Chili's. The dance was fun too (even though I'm not too keen on going back to the high school). I'll probably post more pictures when I get some.The last picture is my favorite one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324031071513102466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SeLCDTauSII/AAAAAAAAAoY/x-J7zs6gJj8/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324031068887299938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SeLCDJort2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/VSzZ8UhIkvk/s320/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324031062109925314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SeLCCwY1L8I/AAAAAAAAAoI/zTcYNPQArL0/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324031061344264034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SeLCCtiSH2I/AAAAAAAAAoA/B9nfmoLi-nU/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-8782746410124400625?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8782746410124400625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8782746410124400625&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8782746410124400625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8782746410124400625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SeLCDTauSII/AAAAAAAAAoY/x-J7zs6gJj8/s72-c/IMG_0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-5456338166032993758</id><published>2009-04-09T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:03:15.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Totally random...but totally funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last night my roommate and I watched Bruce Almighty on TV. That show is actually really funny. I hadn't watched it before because I was told that it was "bad" show, but it really isn't that bad. Then again it's harder for me to classify shows as "bad". Any way, there is one quote at the end of the show that just made me giggle for the longest time. I absolutely loved it and since I'm bored and have nothing to do I thought I would share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Behind every man, there is a woman shaking her head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hehe, it makes me giggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-5456338166032993758?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5456338166032993758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=5456338166032993758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5456338166032993758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5456338166032993758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/totally-randombut-totally-funny.html' title='Totally random...but totally funny'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-7813039294186140456</id><published>2009-04-07T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:52:31.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Might be Cheesy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So Kyle is still in high school as we all know, anyway, prom is this friday. Last weekend when I came home there was a cute wooden craft sitting on my bed with blue ribbon wrapped around it and a safety pin holding a note inside (I'll have to get a picture of it). Kyle wrote me this sweet letter about how each object the craft, the ribbon, the safety pin, and the paper he wrote on represented something in our lives now and our future, I absolutely loved it. It was so sweet and yes, I almost cried but I had a friend with me. So how did I answer him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;While he was taking the ACTs saturday morning, I went to his house and filled his car with fake rose petals and left him a note. It told him that there was a rose at the first place we met with his answer on it, but that he had to first go to my house and ask my mom three yes or no questions about the note and the answer. Then after he asked my mom the questions, we gave him a paper with some stories of my life. He had to read these stories and then at Dee's (which is where we met) I had the clerk ask him questions that referred to each of the stories. However, I added a question for her to ask that I didn't put the story on the paper. When she asked him the question, he had this look on his face that he was so confused. He looked at me then looked back at her, so I started to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After he finished answering the questions (which he was able to answer all of the questions without even having to re-read any of the stories) she handed him the rose. I figured the standard yes or no is boring so I put a scripture instead. Does anyone remember in the Work and the Glory, when Nathan gives Lydia the scripture and she replies to him with a scripture. Well, I used the scripture she used. It's Ruth 1:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"...Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; &lt;em&gt;for whither thou goest, I will go&lt;/em&gt;; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God, my God;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know it's cheesy but I like it. We always do cheesy things, which hey, lets face is more fun than the same old same old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-7813039294186140456?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7813039294186140456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=7813039294186140456&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7813039294186140456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7813039294186140456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/might-be-cheesy.html' title='Might be Cheesy....'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8832339342406585993</id><published>2009-03-24T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:14:18.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>...and then some</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kyle's dad also recorded some parts of the play and put them on youtube so either you can go to youtube and look up kyle spuhler beauty and the beast or I have attached links to the videos. I think my video of him singing Me was a little better because I was closer to him and had a little more light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZ7Zgz88gxs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZ7Zgz88gxs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Re9B_238tn0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Re9B_238tn0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4vzC-i1lxk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4vzC-i1lxk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-8832339342406585993?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8832339342406585993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8832339342406585993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8832339342406585993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8832339342406585993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-then-some.html' title='...and then some'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-7733978456431504453</id><published>2009-03-23T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:35:12.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Just For Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 460px; HEIGHT: 350px" name="heart_pendant" align="middle" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" width="460" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#000000" wmode="transparent" flashvars="ql=2&amp;amp;src1=http://pic80.picturetrail.com/VOL1997/12242129/flicks/1/6859582" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; 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Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-2594135303375472531</id><published>2009-03-22T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:14:02.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Beauty and the Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So here are the pictures of the musical. Kyle did amazing! And it's not just because I'm biased, but he seriously has an incredible voice and really acted out his character very well. He pulled the part of Gaston off really well, and of course, I think he was super hot. I even got used to his little beard thing and kindof started to like it but I'm glad he shaved it off and now just has his goatee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;These are the only pictures I was able to take so if anyone happened to take pictures of him (or parts of the play he was in) I'd really love it if you could please email them to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Scb-K_UtaeI/AAAAAAAAAnU/bkfw7GhfkeE/s1600-h/S5030801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316215874907892194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Scb-K_UtaeI/AAAAAAAAAnU/bkfw7GhfkeE/s320/S5030801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Scb-K819s_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/rT_jrFiug6A/s1600-h/S5030800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316215874242065394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Scb-K819s_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/rT_jrFiug6A/s320/S5030800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Scb-JrjaQMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/NaJGszEe1SI/s1600-h/S5030799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316215852420972738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Scb-JrjaQMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/NaJGszEe1SI/s320/S5030799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Scb-JN9Qw-I/AAAAAAAAAm8/CdB2Gmk9Q_M/s1600-h/S5030797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316215844476339170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Scb-JN9Qw-I/AAAAAAAAAm8/CdB2Gmk9Q_M/s320/S5030797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And...I know I probably shouldn't have done this but I recorded him singing one of my favorite songs he does just because it makes me giggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Scb-K_UtaeI/AAAAAAAAAnU/bkfw7GhfkeE/s72-c/S5030801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-1122315994468332259</id><published>2009-03-18T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:30:36.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Musical week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Is finally here. Kyle is excited about it but feeling really nervous (I don't see why he did amazing last year and I've been listening to him sing his songs for the past few months. He's amazing). Keep watching for pictures and updates. I'm super excited to watch him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-1122315994468332259?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1122315994468332259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=1122315994468332259&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1122315994468332259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1122315994468332259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/musical-week.html' title='Musical week...'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-277549520676982008</id><published>2009-03-13T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:59:16.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Fun Couple Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So on Tuesday Mom and I drove down to Delta to watch the girls for Tana. It was so much fun. We made animals out of towels,  like they do on Carnival cruises. Mom bought a book on her last cruise. The first few tries were shakey but eventually we were able to make some cute little creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Sbqb1NRWhbI/AAAAAAAAAmc/smWJZomM_uU/s1600-h/S5030793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Sbqb1NRWhbI/AAAAAAAAAmc/smWJZomM_uU/s320/S5030793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312730048834733490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Hailey with her first puppy dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Sbqb0jSZnGI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ZJ9JmDOylVY/s1600-h/S5030792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Sbqb0jSZnGI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ZJ9JmDOylVY/s320/S5030792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312730037564841058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And here is Kena with her mamma and baby seal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Sbqb1pOa8wI/AAAAAAAAAmk/hL4RKrdgDvI/s1600-h/S5030795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Sbqb1pOa8wI/AAAAAAAAAmk/hL4RKrdgDvI/s320/S5030795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312730056338633474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are the final creations. Yes, Mom did these mostly by herself. A bunny rabbit for Bailyn, an elephant for Kena, and a puppy dog for Hailey, each holding cute little Easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I say this alot, but I could possibly be in trouble. Not because I'm buying Disney princess stuff (he's almost gotten used to that) but possibly because I am posting a picture that he didn't even want me to take. His hair is finally long enough to put in a cute little ponytail. Of course since he has curly hair, the ponytail just curled under (he hates that I talk about his curly hair but it's amazing curl. Like perfect curl, haha.). I didn't get a picture of him with his Gaston hair piece in, which makes it look like he has hair almost as long as mine, but trust me I will get a picture tonight while we "experiment". I know how to do his hair for the play but I keep telling him that I want to work on it again just to see if there is a better way to make the hair piece stay in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when really I just find it funny. Last night I poofed his bangs majorly. He has enough natural curl that no curling iron is needed, just some gel and a comb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SbqehJNF7uI/AAAAAAAAAm0/CQcAJ0y29gU/s1600-h/Kyle%27s+cute+hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SbqehJNF7uI/AAAAAAAAAm0/CQcAJ0y29gU/s320/Kyle%27s+cute+hair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312733002680626914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pony tail is kind of hard to see. He lives in an old cabin and the lighting in this place is terrible, especially at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Sbqb1js-mvI/AAAAAAAAAms/DsmXN2AdmnI/s1600-h/S5030796.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-277549520676982008?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/277549520676982008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=277549520676982008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/277549520676982008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/277549520676982008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-couple-days.html' title='Fun Couple Days'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/Sbqb1NRWhbI/AAAAAAAAAmc/smWJZomM_uU/s72-c/S5030793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6368788694512526839</id><published>2009-03-09T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:27:20.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>I suck at bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So this weekend Kyle and his older brother got to witness my complete uncordination with bowling. We went down to Salt Lake City with his family to spend some time for his birthday (which was Monday). It was really fun but I think the high light of it all for me was bowling on Saturday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kyle, Jonathon, and I all decided we weren't ready to settle down for the night, so we went bowling. As we started our first game, those two realized that I was telling the truth when I said I am terrible at bowling. I scored a total of 6 points the first game. The second game I did a little better, although those two thought they were funny by bringing me one of the track things that little kids push the bowling ball down. No I didn't actually use it. I found many different techniques such as sitting on the floor and pushing it, granny style, and backwards granny style. I did get a much better score that game A) because Kyle got me a spare (yes I made him shoot for me) and because I actually hit pins every other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As you can tell I'm bored. It's spring break and I am sitting at Mom's house doing laundry and this. I guess I could clean my room but hahaha maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6368788694512526839?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6368788694512526839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6368788694512526839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6368788694512526839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6368788694512526839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-suck-at-bowling.html' title='I suck at bowling'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-5277912305318685347</id><published>2009-03-02T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:45:26.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday and My New Hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First of all Happy Birthday to Kyle and Keenan. I'll be honest and say that I still haven't found something to get Kyle for his birthday, but I probably won't see him until Friday, so hopefully I can find something. The only sad thing is that both of us are sick today. He is recovering much quicker than I am, lucky for him. This picture is from almost two weeks ago when Kyle and I went down to Woodscross High School to see Beauty and the Beast (I know it's not flattering of me). There was actually sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308708662522221506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SaxSZt2tE8I/AAAAAAAAAl8/_G-5noyOuzY/s320/S5030788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And here are some pictures of my most current hobby (or obsession).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308708690110040930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SaxSbUoJy2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/j0Y0cN7_wi0/s320/S5030791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308708672652772258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SaxSaTmBA6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/agN2OAUQI1E/s320/S5030790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-5277912305318685347?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5277912305318685347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=5277912305318685347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5277912305318685347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5277912305318685347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-and-my-new-hobby.html' title='Happy Birthday and My New Hobby'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SaxSZt2tE8I/AAAAAAAAAl8/_G-5noyOuzY/s72-c/S5030788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-1481511989363119499</id><published>2009-02-20T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:23:23.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since it seems almost everyone else is doing a Valentine's Day post, I thought I'd better. Here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think where we're just engaged (well not just we've been engaged for 5 months now) that we'd be all lovey and what not. Well, not exactly. Kyle ordered me roses which were supposed to be yellow and red, but the yellow ones had a greenish tint to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SZ70z_5jJII/AAAAAAAAAl0/GvLqQhyhRyk/s1600-h/Valentine+Roses+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SZ70z_5jJII/AAAAAAAAAl0/GvLqQhyhRyk/s320/Valentine+Roses+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304946585252340866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SZ70ztPgktI/AAAAAAAAAls/UXV0ZwTlyO4/s1600-h/Valentine+Roses+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SZ70ztPgktI/AAAAAAAAAls/UXV0ZwTlyO4/s320/Valentine+Roses+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304946580244173522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Valentine's Day I went to the chocolate fesitival in Garden City and got him a little gift set thing which had a bottle of that cider stuff (Martinelli's I think, he loves that stuff) and a bunch of little candies and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work (and I worked a double). Kyle came in and ate lunch with me, and then I saw him for a little bit when I got a chance to get away for a little while. And then I went back to work. I got to serve all the other couples that were celebrating (but I guess someone has got to do it). That night Jim served King crab and prime rib, and I walked out of there that night with a to go box of crab, and over $300 in tips, so over all it wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Kyle's house after that and he had the room some what dark and just a few candles on the table. He (with the help of his mother I'm sure) had made cinnamon rolls and had some on a plate and the bottle of cider I bought him and two of his parents wine glasses out on the table. It was goofy but cute. My body was so sore and tired, and my emotions were raw (which is a story all it's own. Let's just say I didn't get along too well with some of the people I had to work with) so I was just happy to be with someone that I knew was going to try to spoil me just a little. Then he gave me a foot massage and we fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my Valentine's Day. But it was good and I'm excited. To make up for us not being able to do much then, we are going to Beauty and the Beast at another high school. It's at Woodscross I think. I know thats kindof different since it's a high school play, but since neither of us have money to pay to go to a real play, it'll do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-1481511989363119499?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1481511989363119499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=1481511989363119499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1481511989363119499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1481511989363119499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SZ70z_5jJII/AAAAAAAAAl0/GvLqQhyhRyk/s72-c/Valentine+Roses+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6855835260663344457</id><published>2009-02-17T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:23:50.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>I Am The Next Madonna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-57661d727d7b27fd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57661d727d7b27fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330234365%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13DC4B0296BF8A04A30739C38CF2049DF80B0E01.3045BA1C5B79C0402BE8E1FA32B1B29F4EB71796%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57661d727d7b27fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVOTbts-b9yjbg8M0jfeexKPNeKU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57661d727d7b27fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330234365%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13DC4B0296BF8A04A30739C38CF2049DF80B0E01.3045BA1C5B79C0402BE8E1FA32B1B29F4EB71796%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57661d727d7b27fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVOTbts-b9yjbg8M0jfeexKPNeKU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;So there is a story behind this. It isn't just me being random. One night my roommates and I were all kindof bored. We were all in our rooms, listening to our own music. Well, all that know me, know that it isn't hard for me to get hyper and crazy ideas while I'm bored. So I turned up my music as loud as I could (the song like a prayer by madonna) and ran into Callista's room and started to sing it to her. Then I did the moon walk (or my attempt at one) into Kelsey's room and finished the song with her. So Callista and I decided to dress me up in clothes that I owned or found at Ross for really cheap. Hope you enjoyed!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6855835260663344457?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=57661d727d7b27fd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6855835260663344457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6855835260663344457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6855835260663344457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6855835260663344457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-next-madonna.html' title='I Am The Next Madonna'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-4598685877400232144</id><published>2009-02-12T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:57:56.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>8 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Rules:1. Post rules on the blog 2. Answer the six 8 things questions 3. Tag 8 people and leave them a comment so they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8 Favorite TV shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. Dancing with the Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3. Monster Quest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4. Lost Tapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5. CSI (all of them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6. Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7. Hells Kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8. Hauntings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8 things I did yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Went to Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. Ate Lunch with Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3. Took A Nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4. Went to Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5. Watched A Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6. Drove Through Logan Canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7. Sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8. Looked into the Medical Assisting Program at BATC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8 Things I'm looking forward to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. Getting Married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3. Finishing School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4. My Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5. Losing Weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6. Having More Time With Kyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7. Giving My Roommate her Birthday Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8. My Tax Return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8 favorite restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Sizzler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. Olive Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3. Iggy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4. Winger's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5. The Black Pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6. Ruby Tuesday's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7. Chile's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8. Happy Sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8 Things I wish for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. That I get married soon (haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. That I finish school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3. Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4. Braxton's happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5. My family's and my happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6. That I can make a difference in people's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7. That Kyle's health stays as good as it is now (considering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8. That my car will last another year or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8 people I Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Holly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. Piper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3. Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4. Keri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5. Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6. Hillary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7. Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8. Candice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-4598685877400232144?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4598685877400232144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=4598685877400232144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/4598685877400232144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/4598685877400232144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/8-things.html' title='8 Things'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-2885463020592268372</id><published>2009-02-10T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:04:42.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Baby of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-de912cb0fbe61571" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dde912cb0fbe61571%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330234365%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7524D23F508510C5C5FCB571373DD949E325C470.2C25A135D4DEE196ED8A0DB70324C03453F1C482%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde912cb0fbe61571%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW4UtQ0x1z6JAt184hg8HccDLQ4U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dde912cb0fbe61571%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330234365%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7524D23F508510C5C5FCB571373DD949E325C470.2C25A135D4DEE196ED8A0DB70324C03453F1C482%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde912cb0fbe61571%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW4UtQ0x1z6JAt184hg8HccDLQ4U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I made this video recently. I started it over a week ago but I finally got it as close to my liking as I think it will ever be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-2885463020592268372?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=de912cb0fbe61571&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2885463020592268372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=2885463020592268372&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2885463020592268372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2885463020592268372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-of-mine.html' title='Baby of Mine'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-3044201692601136774</id><published>2009-02-05T11:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:52:41.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Avon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SYtDMSnSi2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/0qyn9FKlDJY/s1600-h/Avon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299403264965643106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SYtDMSnSi2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/0qyn9FKlDJY/s320/Avon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hey Everyone! How is it going? I just thought I would let you all know that I have started selling Avon! I have attached a link to my "e-Store" but you are welcome to call or email me if you would like to see a catalog. I am really excited about this. I have sent out an email to those who I have your email address. If you know of anyone else that would be interested, let me know, or tell them to contact me. That would be sweet! Love you all, buh bye.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299403267168577490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SYtDMa0gp9I/AAAAAAAAAlk/vA1MLO-fQZI/s320/avon+makeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8083767300624944575-3044201692601136774?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3044201692601136774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=3044201692601136774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/3044201692601136774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/3044201692601136774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/avon.html' title='Avon!'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SYtDMSnSi2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/0qyn9FKlDJY/s72-c/Avon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-5036128065192333707</id><published>2009-02-01T12:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:48:00.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>February 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SYYFmUfDwSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/JCSVGLBHvBs/s1600-h/IMG_1576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SYYFmUfDwSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/JCSVGLBHvBs/s320/IMG_1576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297928167540113698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A year ago today Braxton was born! He is such a wonderful little boy. Yesterday I was able to see him and I'm amazed at how much he has changed. Once I get the pictures from yesterday put on the computer I will post a recent one just to let everyone see the difference. His hair went from really dark to really blonde. He is trying to walk and its so cute to watch him. He still has just a wimper of a cry, not much different from when he was born. His giggle is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hard day and I'm sure Tuesday (a year from when I placed him) will be hard also but I absolutely love this little boy and I love his family. They are deffinantly a part of our family forever. Braxton and his big sister look so much alike and that is only a different confirmation that they were meant to be family. I love Braxton and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been hard but interesting. I had to substitute in the primary today and one little girl (who also happens to be my neighbor in Laketown and was always asking questions about Braxton) stood up to give her little talk during sharing time. The talk (ironically) was about a couple that adopted a baby and the bonds of family. Of course I cried, but it got me thinking about my memories and feelings about my experience. During sacrament meeting I bore my testimony about the love of our Lord and Savior. I was shaking and crying and scared, and I don't really know what I said but I absolutely know that this experience was worth it and I would never consider changing a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love this song. It's on my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You're Gonna Be (Always Loved By Me) - Reba McEntire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six pounds and nine ounces lookin' up at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Like I have all the answers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I hope I have the ones you need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I've never really done this, now I know what scared is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sometimes I'll protect you from everything that's wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Other times I'll let you just find out on your own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But that's when you'll be growin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And the whole time I'll be knowin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You're gonna fly with every dream you chase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You're gonna cry but know that that's okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sometimes life's not fair but if you hang in there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You're gonna see that sometimes bad is good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We just have to believe things work out like they should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Life has no guarantees but always loved by me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You're gonna be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm afraid you'll have to suffer through some of my mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lord knows I'll be trying to give you what it takes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What it takes to know the difference &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Between getting by and livin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;‘Cause anything worth doing is worth doing all the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just know you'll have to live with all the choices that you make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So make sure you're always givin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Way more than you're takin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You're gonna fly with every dream you chase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You're gonna cry but know that that's okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sometimes life's not fair but if you hang in there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You're gonna see that sometimes bad is good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We just have to believe things work out like they should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Life has no guarantees but always loved by me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You're gonna be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Someone's everything, you're gonna see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just what you are to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You're gonna fly with every dream you chase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We just have to believe things work out like they should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Life has no guarantees but always loved by me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You're gonna be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Always loved by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another song (which is also on my playlist) is Your Gaurdian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. This song means alot to me because every time I was having a rough day while I was pregnant, especially after I decided to place, I would sing this song (yes literally sing out loud) to my belly (Braxton) and some what myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-5036128065192333707?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5036128065192333707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=5036128065192333707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5036128065192333707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5036128065192333707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-1.html' title='February 1'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SYYFmUfDwSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/JCSVGLBHvBs/s72-c/IMG_1576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6925258342481484561</id><published>2009-01-29T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:16:34.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Shhh...I'm in trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok I know I'm not married yet, but don't tell Kyle I've discovered an amazing store online (yes yes it's been around forever but the other day was the first time I ever visited it). THE DISNEY STORE ROCKS! They have Beauty and the Beast stuff, woot woot! He is already upset with me about the wedding Belle barbie and the wedding Ken. We just need to color a goatee on him. I bought them for our wedding. Jk, I don't know if I'll actually use it, but if I do it'll probably be by the signature book or something haha. Kyle thinks I'm crazy but I figure if he's making me wait, he should know that my mind can get pretty creative ;)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Belle has always been my favorite princess but I grew out of it in middle school but once I moved to college that changed. Even before I found out that the high school was doing Beauty and the Beast for their play this year, my roommate started me on a Beauty and the Beast kick. If you think I'm bad, you should see her room. She loves Beauty and the Beast and well, it has rubbed off on me (of course the music and Kyle's enthusiasm for the play hasn't helped either ;) ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, Callista's (my best roommate buddy) 20th birthday is February 12, so I thought I would get her something special. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296781032490266978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SYHySRab8WI/AAAAAAAAAk0/qF6-XiSAhKM/s320/beauty+and+the+beast+music+box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I even had to get myself one. They're engraved and I love them. I'm waiting in anticipation for them to arrive in the mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, by the way, the Hallmark store in Logan (not the one in the mall but on Main street) has tons of Belle (and other princess) figurines. I bet Kyle will be happy when I'm done with school and start working more so that I'll have less free time to shop and look for Disney princess stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6925258342481484561?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6925258342481484561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6925258342481484561&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6925258342481484561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6925258342481484561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/01/shhhim-in-trouble.html' title='Shhh...I&apos;m in trouble'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SYHySRab8WI/AAAAAAAAAk0/qF6-XiSAhKM/s72-c/beauty+and+the+beast+music+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-2049219030993253289</id><published>2009-01-23T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:40:37.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>So Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I'm sitting in my room and bored so I thought I would post some pictures. Haha, I am a very camera happy person so I have a lot of self portraits. But ya anyway, haha here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294591508874351634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SXoq7OVBVBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0XVaD-U_S80/s320/S5030716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294591512011821970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SXoq7aBDU5I/AAAAAAAAAkY/KM4o7uSvBzg/s320/S5030718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294591514530174194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SXoq7jZeVPI/AAAAAAAAAkg/X2WvlI4pXdw/s320/S5030722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-2049219030993253289?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2049219030993253289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=2049219030993253289&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2049219030993253289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2049219030993253289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-bored.html' title='So Bored'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SXoq7OVBVBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0XVaD-U_S80/s72-c/S5030716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-3211401801086821800</id><published>2009-01-20T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:39:57.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Leaving the TV on and tax collectors</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So before I get started (because I know you are all curious due to the title of this blog) I just want to say that I am loving college and was so happy to get back here after the long break. I loved seeing my family but I like being here and feeling like I'm being productive. Besides, my roomate and I absolutely have the best times together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last night we were sitting in our front room making dinner and we were talking about a building party that is supposed to be held tonight. We felt some what in a delema because we both really want to watch American Idol (Salt Lake City baby) but the last building party we missed, we really hurt our RA's feelings by not being there because I guess, she likes the girls in our room and wants us to be more active within the social life of the building or something. Anyway Callista came up with a "wonderful" idea. I will quote this to the best of my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"We'll turn off the lights and pretend like no one is home." She said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Ok sounds good...what if they knock after American Idol starts?" I ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Well the tv will be on, we just won't answer the door. People do it all the time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Ya to tax collectors."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Being me, I assumed she meant that people avoid answering the door all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Callista looked at me like I was crazy for a minute and then she started to laugh. She shook her head and kept looking at me like I had issues or something. Finally she was nice enough to clarify for me, but obviously I was confused by her reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I meant leave the tv on when they're not home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes we have some good laughs most of the time, but of course, this might be a had to have been there situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-3211401801086821800?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3211401801086821800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=3211401801086821800&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/3211401801086821800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/3211401801086821800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/01/leaving-tv-on-and-tax-collectors.html' title='Leaving the TV on and tax collectors'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8405605843951488177</id><published>2009-01-11T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:58:07.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Wedding Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So just to let you all know the wedding date has been postponed. We are not certain on a new date but I will be sure to inform you all when we are certain. If you have any questions you can email me. TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-8405605843951488177?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8405605843951488177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8405605843951488177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8405605843951488177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8405605843951488177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-changes.html' title='Wedding Changes'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-7730238335654574767</id><published>2009-01-01T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:34:33.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy New Year everybody! I hope this year brings good luck and happiness to everyone! I know that was cheesy but whatever. So here is my list of goals for 2008 and my list of accomplishments of 2008. Woohoo I finally get to start new lists!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2008 Goals!&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to play guitar (done)&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to snowboard (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Start skiing again (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Finish my recipe book (slightly done)&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to cook (done)&lt;br /&gt;Smile more (done)&lt;br /&gt;Make new friends (done)&lt;br /&gt;Be nicer to more people(done)&lt;br /&gt;Scrapbook more (so I kindof failed at this one)&lt;br /&gt;Take more pictures (done)&lt;br /&gt;Write more (done)&lt;br /&gt;Try something new (done)&lt;br /&gt;Start college (done)&lt;br /&gt;Graduate from high school (done) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2008 Accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;Learned to drive a standard!&lt;br /&gt;Learned to play guitar!&lt;br /&gt;Got engaged!&lt;br /&gt;Started college!&lt;br /&gt;Moved into my apartment!&lt;br /&gt;Went on a cruise!&lt;br /&gt;Graduated from high school!&lt;br /&gt;Received a full tuition scholarship!&lt;br /&gt;Sterling Scholar for Family &amp;amp; Consumer Science!&lt;br /&gt;Learned how to play golf!&lt;br /&gt;Went to prom with my crush of 13 years!&lt;br /&gt;Went on my first date!&lt;br /&gt;Got accepted USU!&lt;br /&gt;Had Braxton! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-7730238335654574767?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7730238335654574767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=7730238335654574767&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7730238335654574767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7730238335654574767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-7536977335382695783</id><published>2008-12-19T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:31:11.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Bored Bored Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You know I was so excited to be done with finals but now I'm wishing I was back in school. I have sat around the house so bored these past few days I'm about to go crazy. Kyle left on Thursday and is going to Denver and then New Mexico for Christmas and won't be back until the 27 or 28. Of course I'm thinking to myself, wow has my social spectrum really dropped so low that he is one of my only sources of entertainment or conversation. I have had time to work on a blanket I am crocheting and practice my guitar more but seriously, my life is blah. I am even almost excited to go to work. Hence the almost word. I have spent some of the days searching for a job in Logan (what a joke). So if anyone can give me an idea of what I can do please help a poor girl out? Or any job searching advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-7536977335382695783?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7536977335382695783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=7536977335382695783&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7536977335382695783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7536977335382695783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/bored-bored-bored.html' title='Bored Bored Bored'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-69430862051923913</id><published>2008-12-15T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:22:47.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First of all&lt;/span&gt; I get married in exactly 7 months from today. Woohoo! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So anyway this weekend was pretty fun. On Saturday morning Kyle, Mom, and I all got ready to go to Salt Lake. Once we got there we hung out at AnDe and Zack's and played with their new puppy. Kyle and Elvis got along amazingly well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280160365124242338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SUbl4GhTy6I/AAAAAAAAAjA/iXNlfpYeT_M/s320/S5030671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After that we all went to a little party shop and played around in there and looked at wedding stuff. Yes, this will become one of the stores that Mom, AnDe, and I go shopping for wedding stuff at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280160895883797186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SUbmW_wP4sI/AAAAAAAAAjg/7Kx0Wb2jqYg/s320/S5030672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We went to the Macoroni Grill to eat and then went to Temple Square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280160372403944498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SUbl4ho7PDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/HtdvrLMLdlk/s320/S5030683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280160384046474130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SUbl5NAuI5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/jG5XbOYeICE/s320/S5030689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280160384969484450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SUbl5QcyKKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/0aZMDyoYAzg/s320/S5030692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On Sunday morning or better yet Sunday afternoon we went to church to hear AnDe and Zack speak. They both did a very good job, and I quite enjoyed it. The drive home wasn't as long because it wasn't snowing and the roads were pretty clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8083767300624944575-69430862051923913?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/69430862051923913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=69430862051923913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/69430862051923913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/69430862051923913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SUbl4GhTy6I/AAAAAAAAAjA/iXNlfpYeT_M/s72-c/S5030671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-4872201383669443519</id><published>2008-12-12T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:24:23.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Christmas time....ya or na?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know why but for me Christmas has never been an overly exciting time. I sometimes feel that it is an overly exaggerated time to spend money and that all the meaning of it got lost somewhere in the ribbons and paper. Not that I'm totally anti-Christmas, because I do enjoy being with my family and not having to be in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this Christmas season hasn't been easy for me. It started about the week before Thanksgiving and hasn't improved. The night of the Forgotten Carols (which I absolutely love that play and plan on going in the years to follow) I did really well until she sang the song "Mary Let Me Hold Her Baby" (which I didn't do too well during that song last year either). Luckily I had Kyle there who instinctivly I think because he knows how emotional I've been about babies and stuff lately, put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me as far over to him as he could. The rest of the night I gripped his hand and tried to keep control of my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to alot but sometimes I can't. I know no one really understands or knows how to help me, and I'm just praying that I make it through February. Maybe after that I'll be ok. It's even gotten to the point that, not every time, but quite a few times when I hear the song "Breath of Heaven" I start to cry. I know the song is about Mary, but there are so many lines in that song that link to how I feel, and how I felt last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be Braxton first Christmas. I can't believe he's almost a year old. I know undoubtably that I made the right decision for him, but it's been a rough road. Physically, Emotionally, Mentally, and Socially, I've had to change or have had struggles. Granted all people go through this in one stage in their life or another. I used to love going to group but now it's turned into being all about the pregnant girls, and those of us that have already placed are pushed to the side and not asked about how we are doing, which I know seems like a minor thing but when that's the only place any of us can go to talk to people who understand how we feel, it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it hasn't helped that I'm not a very open person any more. I don't want to interfere on anyone else's life, offend/hurt them, or share too much. So in advance I'm sorry if I've done any of these things by posting this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-4872201383669443519?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4872201383669443519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=4872201383669443519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/4872201383669443519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/4872201383669443519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-timeya-or-na.html' title='Christmas time....ya or na?'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8575603146196627905</id><published>2008-12-10T09:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:25:35.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Crazy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So the other night me and some of my roomies went on a coloring book picture adventure. We needed a break from the studying and paper writing. We finally found our coloring books and crayons after visiting 3 stores. We went to Smith's, Albertson's, and finally the dreaded Wal-Mart. We stoped along the way for chicken nuggets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/ST_9Afdfe1I/AAAAAAAAAi4/ptOtxoTIz48/s1600-h/S5030670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278215473188535122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/ST_9Afdfe1I/AAAAAAAAAi4/ptOtxoTIz48/s320/S5030670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/ST_6-UJJfyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/WZlCqA-OWOI/s1600-h/S5030669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278213236767424290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/ST_6-UJJfyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/WZlCqA-OWOI/s320/S5030669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She has got me started on a Disney Princess obsession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/ST_6976eKEI/AAAAAAAAAio/kMw_kwFqKTA/s1600-h/S5030649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278213230263412802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/ST_6976eKEI/AAAAAAAAAio/kMw_kwFqKTA/s320/S5030649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;64 wonderful colors to make all our coloring dreams come true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/ST_68ykihEI/AAAAAAAAAig/WxYjYjLiqq8/s1600-h/S5030639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278213210575635522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/ST_68ykihEI/AAAAAAAAAig/WxYjYjLiqq8/s320/S5030639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/ST_68iC-77I/AAAAAAAAAiY/W9p-oSQCehE/s1600-h/S5030638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278213206139924402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/ST_68iC-77I/AAAAAAAAAiY/W9p-oSQCehE/s320/S5030638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/ST_68SHTYMI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/FtvsFqwtbvQ/s1600-h/S5030637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278213201863073986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/ST_68SHTYMI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/FtvsFqwtbvQ/s320/S5030637.JPG" 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;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/8083767300624944575-8575603146196627905?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8575603146196627905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8575603146196627905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8575603146196627905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8575603146196627905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazy-night.html' title='Crazy Night'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/ST_9Afdfe1I/AAAAAAAAAi4/ptOtxoTIz48/s72-c/S5030670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-2190215943562428655</id><published>2008-12-05T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:28:28.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Blast to the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The other night my roomate, a friend of ours, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I were talking about how much we have changed over the years. I thought about how in my four years of high school I went through some big changes. I thought I'd do a picture re-cap of those four years. Of course, some of these pictures don't quite explain everything, but that's ok because I have found some pictures that I'd rather get rid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a cute little girl I think, haha, so I had to start with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlvHT9TG2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/sXZLbahybVY/s1600-h/MyChair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlvHT9TG2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/sXZLbahybVY/s320/MyChair.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276370609848392546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, so my freshman year I was more quiet and naive. I didn't exactly catch on, and maybe that would have been better to stay that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlvGqBzbXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/HFfpCAv4Lu4/s1600-h/Closeup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlvGqBzbXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/HFfpCAv4Lu4/s320/Closeup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276370598592998770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlvGe35d5I/AAAAAAAAAho/FBe209EhenA/s1600-h/meatwrestling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlvGe35d5I/AAAAAAAAAho/FBe209EhenA/s320/meatwrestling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276370595598661522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlvGVLIZ9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/BFqDSq1RMX8/s1600-h/Me9th.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlvGVLIZ9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/BFqDSq1RMX8/s320/Me9th.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276370592994977746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlvG9pocqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/_7vLdiK0BnE/s1600-h/meandtristachris%27shat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlvG9pocqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/_7vLdiK0BnE/s320/meandtristachris%27shat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276370603860325026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sophomore year I had that whole wanna be bad girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STludQZAg-I/AAAAAAAAAhY/MfDMiEn9MDg/s1600-h/Drill+Team+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STludQZAg-I/AAAAAAAAAhY/MfDMiEn9MDg/s320/Drill+Team+Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276369887336367074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlx-xziqEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/-3pxNtYsZ-o/s1600-h/footballshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlx-xziqEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/-3pxNtYsZ-o/s320/footballshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276373761776592962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STludNzfKBI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MIpi3llynuM/s1600-h/me5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STludNzfKBI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MIpi3llynuM/s320/me5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276369886642120722" 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/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlucEEpxxI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Welbvwlt5dI/s1600-h/attyrelswedrec3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlucEEpxxI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Welbvwlt5dI/s320/attyrelswedrec3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276369866849896210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My junior year I lost alot of weight as you will see in the last picture of my junior year segment. This was my social year. I would talk to, and hang out with about anyone. My junior and sophomore years were my...well, worst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlt7DKhsxI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KQMWHmI69Yw/s1600-h/chillin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlt7DKhsxI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KQMWHmI69Yw/s320/chillin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276369299670414098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlt67jMd2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/CrFqmReiogM/s1600-h/Big+Lips.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlt67jMd2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/CrFqmReiogM/s320/Big+Lips.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276369297626396514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlt6il1WbI/AAAAAAAAAgY/bQAvgS4K7dk/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlt6il1WbI/AAAAAAAAAgY/bQAvgS4K7dk/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276369290926578098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlt7H-a86I/AAAAAAAAAgw/pDZ73iHd9eI/s1600-h/Denise+Me+and+Alyson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlt7H-a86I/AAAAAAAAAgw/pDZ73iHd9eI/s320/Denise+Me+and+Alyson.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276369300961817506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And my senior year. Yes Yes I was pregnant for most of it, but I did a lot better in school (almost straight A's just to brag a little) and I had a much better social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlucOyX2QI/AAAAAAAAAg4/fXRo0zVPA8Y/s1600-h/6+and+a+half+months2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlucOyX2QI/AAAAAAAAAg4/fXRo0zVPA8Y/s320/6+and+a+half+months2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276369869726013698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STls3mSYsVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/-qfUuzwHe6A/s1600-h/S5030469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STls3mSYsVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/-qfUuzwHe6A/s320/S5030469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276368140867514706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STls3L5RRdI/AAAAAAAAAgI/l3ZWvSVfm9k/s1600-h/S5030283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STls3L5RRdI/AAAAAAAAAgI/l3ZWvSVfm9k/s320/S5030283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276368133782848978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STls28E8i2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/EOeX7GqG2jY/s1600-h/IMG_1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STls28E8i2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/EOeX7GqG2jY/s320/IMG_1682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276368129536854882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now I've reached college, but I don't have very many pictures of me put on the computer yet. It's crazy how time flies and things change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-2190215943562428655?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2190215943562428655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=2190215943562428655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2190215943562428655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2190215943562428655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/blast-to-past.html' title='Blast to the Past'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STlvHT9TG2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/sXZLbahybVY/s72-c/MyChair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-7641151613532665468</id><published>2008-12-02T13:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:34:01.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Little Princesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know what I miss? Disney princesses and being little. I remember growing up that it wasn't rare to pretend like me and my friends were princesses. Belle was by far my favorite (maybe is was the hair or the attitude but I always wanted to be Belle), and then Jasmine. That is one of my regrets from high school, is that I never got a yellow prom dress like Belle's. Well, I have to go to Kyle's senior ball (I know....sick, haha) so maybe I'll find someone that has a yellow dress and see if I can borrow it. Haha, I know I'm having one of those crazy I hate being an adult, I wish was a kid again moment. If your a girl (or guys I guess if you had a favorite) which princess was/is your favorite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STWocJybhSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/goArgjP2n9M/s1600-h/Not+so+happily+ever+after.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275307740151645474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STWocJybhSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/goArgjP2n9M/s320/Not+so+happily+ever+after.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STWob8ZNO3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/F-ybuMJoq0Q/s1600-h/pretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275307736556190578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STWob8ZNO3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/F-ybuMJoq0Q/s320/pretty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STWobsNqbaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/S79E35CXVJ0/s1600-h/Princesses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275307732212805026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STWobsNqbaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/S79E35CXVJ0/s320/Princesses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STWoaBxDIJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/YE1ZMR6z_0w/s1600-h/Tale+as+old+as+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275307703638630546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STWoaBxDIJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/YE1ZMR6z_0w/s320/Tale+as+old+as+time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just can't wait to have daughters so that maybe I can relive those wonderful days again, haha. And yes, the song Beauty and the Beast will probably be either on our wedding video, or play at least once at our reception. Haha, I love that song. Too bad he's Gaston in the play, and not the Beast, but that's ok, I've always had a thing for the bad guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/8083767300624944575-7641151613532665468?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7641151613532665468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=7641151613532665468&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7641151613532665468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7641151613532665468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-princesses.html' title='Little Princesses'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/STWocJybhSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/goArgjP2n9M/s72-c/Not+so+happily+ever+after.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-3825948026221919147</id><published>2008-12-01T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:21:30.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Stupid Money, Stupid Meal Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now before I even start on my newest rant, know that I am not angry or aggressive yet, just frustrated. Here are my reasons why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. I worked 3 jobs this summer and saved a ton of money so that I could pay for my housing and everything else I may need this year by myself. I am pretty stingy about my spending, and try to watch where my money is going but because of not being able to find a job in Logan, and because I have stupid extra payments (that'll come in point 2) my bank account is dwindling. I am still working at Bodean's on the weekends, because jobs in Logan that will work with my class schedule are nearly impossible to find. Ugh...I hate cheap people but it looks like I am about to have to turn into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Stupid meal plan! Yes this is where most of my money is being wasted. I have to spend $800 a semester for 7 meals a week on campus. Guess what! I did the math and realized I am spending more money on the meal plan than I would be if I just bought a meal everyday with my own money. They're charging me like 40 cents more a day, but they are requiring a meal plan to live on campus because "college students don't eat appropriately and have a high anerexia rate". Ugh, so what don't take it out on those of us that obviously do eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I really don't want to have to take out student loans but it's looking like I'm going to have to because money doesn't exist for me. Can anyone tell me why I'd be excited for my tax return. I can list why! I worked four jobs within the space of the last year, one all year long, two all summer long, and one a few months. Of course, I won't get that until the spring time...ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-3825948026221919147?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3825948026221919147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=3825948026221919147&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/3825948026221919147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/3825948026221919147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-money-stupid-meal-plan.html' title='Stupid Money, Stupid Meal Plan'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-5980022714086060404</id><published>2008-11-28T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:52:41.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So yesterday was Kyle and my first Thanksgiving together, and trying to include both families. First thing in the morning, we went running with his dad up the road from their house and then down to the beach. It was fun, but I realized how the alitude is so much different at Bear Lake than it is over in Logan, plus I'm used to running inside. Next we lifted for a little while. Luckily I have my own dumbbells and lifted away from those two because I know John (Kyle's dad) would have teased me a little. It's ok though because I passed both of them up on flexibility when we were stretching. I went inside and helped Melissa (Kyle's mom) with mixing and making stuff while Kyle was in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to mom's house and had our first Thanksgiving meal of the day. It was way yummy. We of course had the traditional sprite and cranberry juice and also cranberry sauce in the shape of the can. AnDe and Zack were there also, with us, Mom, and Ralph. During dinner Tyson called, so we passed the phone around the table and everyone got a turn to talk to him (in spite of Kyle trying to convince me not to give him the phone). After dinner us girls and Ralph sat in the front room listening to the first Christmas music of the year (well, kindof Kyle's family has been listening to it since October), while Kyle and Zack went on a four wheeler ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Kyle got back we headed to his house. Woohoo, I'm actually driving and shifting a little smoother although I still kill it when I try to reverse (stupid clutch). When we got to his house, it was 3:30 and Melissa said that dinner would be ready in about an hour, so we decided we'd take a nap. We fell asleep looking out the window in their front room at the lake. It was the perfect day to take a picture of the beach, but of course I was too tired to get my camera, so I just told him that some time we'd have to have our picture taken down in front of the lake on a day like. We both fell asleep quickly, and it felt like a short time, but we woke up at about quarter to 6. Apparently, Kyle had been snoring really bad (I didn't even notice), his little brother had been in and out slaming the door and Melissa had been talking on the phone really loudly but we slept through it all. Dinner was really good, but neither of us could eat much because of our previous meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner Mom, Ralph, AnDe, and Zack came to his house and we all (including some friends of his parents that drove up from Denver) played games. First we played Catch Phrase, and teamed up boys against girls. Of course, the girls won...well, kindof. Next we played Liers Dice. This game is awesome and if any of you have seen Pirates of the Carribean, you know the game. This is the favorite game at Kyle's house because it brings out so much personality in people. John and I could spend hours just challenging and harrassing each other, and both of harrassing Kyle together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really nice day. I wish I would have had my camera with me because there were many photo opts. Hopefully next year we'll be able to get some pictures. I'm seriously looking forward to Christmas, and being with the family. And the weather guy lied. He said it was supposed to snow, and it didn't. I'm not much of a snow loving person so I would say woohoo but I am taking a snowboarding class next semester (at Kyle's biding) so I'm not spending that extra money for no reason, haha. Oh well, it'll snow soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-5980022714086060404?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5980022714086060404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=5980022714086060404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5980022714086060404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5980022714086060404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6175009070550007105</id><published>2008-11-22T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:21:32.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>YA FOR ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can officially drive a stick shift now. Well, at least Kyle's car. I'm so excited. I know I know, some of you are saying "about time" or "It's not that hard" but for me that is a real accomplishment because I had Ralph, Mom, and Mrs. Stuart all try to teach me and with little success. I was able to drive Mrs. Stuart's car eventually but I didn't shift very well on it. I drove all the way to Kyle's house and back home without killing it. I even reversed. I'm excited and if ya'll aren't, I don't care, it's my accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6175009070550007105?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6175009070550007105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6175009070550007105&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6175009070550007105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6175009070550007105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/ya-for-me.html' title='YA FOR ME!'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-1837455700895043266</id><published>2008-11-20T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:37:25.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>7 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seven things I can do: Listen, Write, Act Goofy, Manage My Money, Take Care of Kids, Argue (yes yes I quite like that trait about myself at times), Plan Ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I can't do: Run, Play Piano, Cook, Curl My Hair, Be Late (well I hate it when I'm late for anything), Stay Serious for very Long, Keep My Focus On Only One Thing (I have to have a few things going on at one time to get anything done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seven things that attracted me to Kyle: His Voice (He sings so well), His Scar (I have a thing for scars and that one is awesome), He's Laid Back, His Want For A Large Family, His Sense of Humor, Does Tall Dark and Handsome (at least to me) Mean Anything, The Way He Kisses (yes we kissed before we started dating, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seven things I say often: Seriously? Awesome Possum (yes Tana I stole that from you), Whatever, I Love You, Like, I'm Not Gonna Lie, I'm Weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seven people I admire: My Mom, My Sisters, Pres. Monson, Pres. Hinckley, My Group Girls, My Brothers, Holly &amp;amp; Zach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seven favorite foods/drink: Vegetables, Salsa, Romon Noodles, Dr. Pepper, Hot Chocolate, Fruit, Pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seven people I tag: Mom, Trish, Tana, Erin, AnDe, Lisa N., Lisa B., Anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-1837455700895043266?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1837455700895043266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=1837455700895043266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1837455700895043266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1837455700895043266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-things.html' title='7 Things'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8279666066759552132</id><published>2008-11-20T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:25:42.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>"Placement"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SSW5hrOSYOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/iu4r3vq1m_Q/s1600-h/IMG_1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270822927096504546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SSW5hrOSYOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/iu4r3vq1m_Q/s320/IMG_1618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This part of the story may be shorter because it's a little hazy to me. I can't believe that this happened just over nine months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The snow continued to fall up until Sunday. Bro. Hull came and saw me right before we left the hospital. We sat there forever waiting for a nurse to release me. When the time finally came, we walked down the stairs and out the hospital door. When we got to the family service office, I was all but crying and as soon as I walked through the door the tears started. I sat off to the side and my case worker was a sweet heart because she had everyone there say something. I wanted to be able to talk when she told me to tell them about Braxton. But I couldn't control the tears. Finally she took me, my parents, and the couple into the back room to do the final placement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270822939298259458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SSW5iYraYgI/AAAAAAAAAfY/flt9C8VuzYI/s320/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sitting in that room was difficult. There were tons of pictures taken, and tons of tears. I tried to control myself (as I've mentioned before I don't cry in front of other people very well). When my case worker told me it was time to leave. I kept myself composed as I gave one more hug to the couple and little kiss to Braxton. We walked down the hall and out the door. My mom kept her arm around me. Instead of picking up some of my stuff, I walked straight for the door and the car sitting outside. I let my mom get my stuff which I know was wrong, but I was so emotionally raw that doing anything was almost beyond my means. I climb into the passenger seat of the car and finally let it go. This was the terrible wailing sobs. The kind that they would never show in hollywood movies, because it was just the really miserable tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270822929303455794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SSW5hzcdyDI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pnrQrMFUL0g/s320/IMG_1607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;After leaving, my parents, and I went to eat with Shane. I could barely taste the food or focus on the conversation. I sat there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;How can life go on like normal now? I can't go back to school. I've gotten used to be the pregnant one, now I'm nothing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;After that we drove home and since it was Superbowl Sunday, I told my mom that I didn't want to go home, so we went to Erin's to watch the game. Of course we had pictures to show. All I could do again was sit there. I tried to act normal, tried to talk normal. I watched my mom look through the pictures, and one of my neices stood her. Erin's family saw the most of me when I was pregnant aside from my parents and AnDe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tailor watched over my mom's shoulder and then whispered to her, "Is that Shanna's baby?" I tried not to start crying again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I guess that game was pretty good, but I couldn't help but fall asleep. Tyrel had to give me a hard time about falling asleep but luckily I had other women there that knew how exhausting it is to have a child so they backed me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The next few months were not easy. For the first two weeks I cried every night before I went to bed. Eventually I went back to school which wasn't the easiest thing to do. There were many good friends there, but also many people who had negative things to say to and about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Finally about March, I started to try to live a normal high school life. I helped with the musical, doing makeup and running the lights, and then after that joined the golf team. I started to hang out with some new friends. Of course, some how Kyle and I started to spend more time together. He reminded me about how we had met in August, because before I really started helping with the musical, I hadn't paid alot of attention to him...I didn't pay alot of attention to anyone. He was in one of my art classes while I was pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This past year has been bumpy but now it isn't as hard to look back and remember everything. This month is national adoption month so I thought it would be neat to have this finished before the month was over. Braxton is an amazing little boy and I love him so much. He is always smiling, at least when I see him. He's going to grow up knowing how much everyone loved him, and how much love went into bringing him to earth. I will forever have a special place in my heart for him and even down the road when I have my own children, I will never forget that little boy that brought me back to grips with my life before it was too late. If I hadn't gotten pregnant who knows where I'd be. He was almost like the Lord's way of hitting me up side the head and telling me to pull my act together. As I have told my mom millions of times, "Braxton was not a mistake, no baby is, they just came at an unplanned time." He wasn't planned by me, but I'm sure glad someone else planned him to come when he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8083767300624944575-8279666066759552132?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8279666066759552132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8279666066759552132&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8279666066759552132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8279666066759552132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/placement.html' title='&quot;Placement&quot;'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SSW5hrOSYOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/iu4r3vq1m_Q/s72-c/IMG_1618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-2502245359259419945</id><published>2008-11-18T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:31:32.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>"Hospital"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My birthing story (I guess that's what I'll call it) kind of makes me giggle. On Wednesday night, my mom and I were in Logan and I was doing what I could to put myself into labor. I was drinking the raspberry ice tea. Walking (all though I was walking all the time anyway). I was huge, tired, sore, and some what miserable. It wasn't that I didn't want to be pregnant any longer because of him because I absolute miss being pregnant at times, but ugh, carrying all that weight around. Of course, I went to bed that night, no baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The next morning I went to the doctor and she told me that I was about 80% ephased and dialated 2 cm. She said that if I didn't have him soon, that she'd start me on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Great Emily is supposed to get started on Tuesday. I wanted him early but that won't that be awkward to know that we had our babies the same day. A brother and sister born on the same day but not twins. I can't deal with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Of course I prayed that he'd be born before tuesday because emotionally I didn't think I could deal with that. Later that day, AnDe had a doctors appointment to get something removed from her finger. While at her appointment I started to feel funny. Not sick, or in pain, just weird. I was slightly light headed, and there was a slight weird pulsing in my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just my muscles saying enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After leaving there, AnDe all but passed out so we drove to Cold Stones and got her some icecream and I had to drive her car home. While standing in line waiting to get icecream, the tensing continued, but it was so dull that I hardly noticed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;During the drive home, I felt weird. Just not normal. I figured it was because I was tired. They said that there was supposed to be a storm that night and every other storm I had had slight contractions but nothing that caused me to be concerned. I didn't bother to think about it. We got home and my mom and I went to work. While at work the tensing moved from my back towards my front. It didn't hurt all that bad, but it just wasn't comfortable. I told my mom as we watched the snow flying outside and she got a funny look on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"How often?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Oh I guess about every 14 minutes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By the end of the shift I was feeling them at a steady 11 minutes and my mom decided that I was in labor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wow movies totally over exagerate this. It hardly hurts at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My bosses kept telling us that we couldn't drive through the canyon so finally I told them that if they weren't going to let us go then I'd go to their house and have this baby on their bed or couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We went home and got all of our stuff. Luckily my bags were still packed because we had stayed at my brother's house the night before. We told AnDe, and in her excitment (I suppose) she tripped running up the floor. As much as I wanted to have a good laugh, when I tried, my stomach tensed up a little more. The drive to the hospital was a long one. Longer than most of the time because of the storm. Right before we got to the canyon we saw blue and red flashing lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh no the canyon is closed. Please, don't let the canyon be closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Luckily it was just an officer warning that there was an elk on the side of the road trying to jump the fence. We made our way through the canyon slowly, but not as slow as other vehicles. When we got to the hospital my contractions were still 11 minutes apart, I thought anyway. They hooked me up to the monitors and we found out that my contractions were every 2-3 minutes apart. I wasn't going any where. We made it there about 10:30. I lay in that bed for so long. I wasn't feeling the contractions very much when they asked me if I wanted the epideral but I said yes anyway because I was not looking forward to the pain to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At about 4:45 in the morning I felt and intense amount of pressure and told my step-dad to go tell a nurse. She came in to check me, even though she had only left a few minutes before and said that she would get my doctor. At about 5:00 it was time to start pushing. I was scared, and my mind was racing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why does his heart rate keeping dropping. What is going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"You need to breathe. The oxygen isn't getting to him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eventually they had to put on oxygen mask on me and I continued pushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Finally at 5:20 he was here. He looked so perfect. His head was cone shaped too bad, and he didn't have bruises or anything. He had the perfect head of dark hair and big eyes. He hardly even cried which I don't know if it was good or bad, but the whole time we were in the hospital he hardly cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I couldn't help the feeling of happiness and sadness that filled me. I couldn't stop all the tears that were welling up in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why do I have to do this? I can be his mom, I can take care of him. He's mine, but I'm not ready to do this alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270145590896376962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SSNRfhP4PII/AAAAAAAAAew/eqw-VRrQKxg/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Later that day I called the couple. They took him from me to do checks on him while I was recovering so I got a few hours of sleep but not a whole lot. I talked to Holly and she asked me if I was sure if this was what I wanted to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Yes, it is. Please come when you can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;They were kind enough to give me that day with him, and my doctor was kind enough to give me an extra day in the hospital to stay with him. I hardly ever let him leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270145584591982546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SSNRfJwyz9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/nOFnDZu0hIs/s320/IMG_1566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270145580175201746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SSNRe5TwFdI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8uFbfFa9A_I/s320/me+AnDe+%26+Braxton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The next day, was crazy but exciting. I signed the papers first thing in the morning. I didn't cry all the way through it until after everyone left, and then I broke down. I hadn't felt anything this agonizing up until that point. Although the next day, I knew would be even harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is it. It's over. He's not mine anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There were so many people in the room. How we were allowed to have that many people there, I will never know, but so many of my friends and family came to see me. The final visitor that evening shocked me however. I sat there about ready to eat and waiting for Zach and Holly to come in. I'd seen them once that day, but they had left to go to their room and get their little girl settled. I held the little boy (we were calling him Stetson at the point because we thought that was what his name was going to be) and fed him while I ate my food as well. There was a slight knock on the door and then someone walked through the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chris stood in the door way awkwardly. The most I could really do was shrug my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Here he is." I said, and motioned the baby towards him. He came over and picked him up. He looked so uncomfortable and about as scared. He sat down and kept talking to him and watching him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Are they good people?" was all he really asked me, aside from small talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Yes, they are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Not long after he got there my brother (dressed in his Highway Patrol uniform) walked in, followed by Zach and Holly. They talked with both of us, and then discussed names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"We've been thinking, and would Braxton be ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Braxton? But, I thought....he looks like a Braxton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Ya, Braxton works."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chris talked with them but hardly ever took his eyes off of Braxton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After everyone left, that night was the longest and hardest one I had. The nurse took Braxton and promised to bring him back as soon as they were done doing checkups on him. Two in the morning rolled around and he still hadn't been brought back. I called one of the nurses and told her I wanted him in my room with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't they understand this is my last night with him as mine. Well kindof, I signed the papers today, but still he's mine right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;They brought him in and immediantly I picked him up into bed with me. That was the first and only night that I slept with him in my arms. I had been so scared all the other nights that I would drop him and roll on top of him, but as the sun started to shine into the room, I woke to find him perfectly fine, laying there with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;While my mom was in the shower that morning, a nurse that I'd never seen before came in. All my bags were packed, and I sat on the bench by the window holding Braxton, crying. She came and sat by me, and asked if I was ok. I told her I was, but that it was just hard. She said that she had read on my records that I was placing my baby and then she proceeded to tell me about how she had adopted children and how amazing she thought it was. She wasn't there very long, but she was a great comfort to me. I sat there a little longer, holding him, crying, and praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He will always be part of me. No matter what he wil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;l always be part of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270147457818154562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SSNTMMEt1kI/AAAAAAAAAe4/85N-ZhtbpKg/s320/IMG_1592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270147462622611170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SSNTMd-MBuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-iePWihcOr4/s320/IMG_1594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-2502245359259419945?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2502245359259419945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=2502245359259419945&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2502245359259419945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2502245359259419945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/hospital.html' title='&quot;Hospital&quot;'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SSNRfhP4PII/AAAAAAAAAew/eqw-VRrQKxg/s72-c/IMG_1535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-7864833806557243392</id><published>2008-11-17T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:33:09.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>"Time Flies"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After meeting this young couple, time started fly even faster. It got cold really fast, and winter made itself present by all the snow. Christmas went past, and I grew. I was hardly even showing until I was about 6 1/2 months or 7 months along. I had completely changed my group of friends and my personality. Every morning on the bus, Casey would save a spot for me by him, and if someone was sitting by him, I would move up by Kyle. I had few friends, but they were enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One day in mid-January, I was at work and had just had a hormonal day I guess you would call it. I was tired, and sore, sick of working, and sore. He was growing all in front of me, and I was carrying him low. With all the storms he seemed to get lower and lower, and move further and further out in front. I came to work onery and snapped and barked at everyone. Cindy told me to go sit in her office until I could calm down. I was so emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why now? It's been seven months. Why? I had everything figured out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A few weeks later Pres. Hinkley passed away and that night I lost all hope of being able to do what I had planned. I posted about this about a month ago. Here is a &lt;a href="http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-testimony-of-adoption-and-savior.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to that post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I will post about the actual hospital stay and the placement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-7864833806557243392?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7864833806557243392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=7864833806557243392&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7864833806557243392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7864833806557243392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-flies.html' title='&quot;Time Flies&quot;'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6103347803853017514</id><published>2008-11-14T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:04:46.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The next few days went by and I was waiting for a phone call. I even asked my principal and teachers for permission to keep my phone on so that if I got a call from my case worker or the couple, I'd be able to answer. Now a side note my principal was adopted as an infant, and two of my favorite teachers (Mr. K and Mrs. S) were both an amazing support to me through out this experience. One day my phone was buzzing so I jumped up from my class and ran into the office so I could use my phone. It was my case worker, she was wondering if I wanted to have a face to face meeting with the couple. My heart was pounding so hard. I told her I did thinking that I had a couple of days, but then she asked if the day after tomorrow would be fine, since she knew I'd be over there anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Ya, that's fine." I said and then I thanked her and hung up. I quickly used the school phone (cell phone service is terrible at that high school) to call my mom. I was exstatic but also scared to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What were they going to think of me? I'm huge, it's going to be so hard to make myself look decent. Oh wow, this is really happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The next day flew by and before I knew it, I was in the car driving towards where we were going to meet. All the time my head was spinning, but I couldn't stop chattering. I'm sure my mom was ready to tell me to shut up. (I'm sure every time her and I are together she wants to tell me to shut up. Sorry, mom you are one of the few friends I have so I love talking to you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We got there and it was a beautiful day. I walked inside, although I don't know how, my legs were shaking so bad. I found my way down the hall to the room that I had become so familiar with because I had been going to group meetings there. We opened the door and went and sat on the couch. Now I don't remember if they were already there or if they came in after us. (someone correct me...;) )We hugged and it almost felt like we knew each other from some where already. My mom and I even swore that we had seen him some where before, and even a close family friend said that he looked really familiar to her. I guess we'll neverknow. Anyway, when we finally met, I was so over come with emotion, but I have a hard time crying in front of people, so I just started to stumble with my words. They had the cutest little gift basket for me. All I had were ultrasound pictures for them. If I remember right, they hadn't even received the announcement or letter I had sent them yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We talked about how open our adoption would be, names slightly, and exchanged email addresses and phone numbers. It was the funnest and one of the happiest moments surprisingly of my senior year. After we left my mom and I went and got lunch. I was overly anxious still. I couldn't stop shaking or chattering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is it. You can't back at now. No matter how hard it gets, you can do this. These are the people. Please don't back out. Prove people wrong. Don't back out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6103347803853017514?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6103347803853017514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6103347803853017514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6103347803853017514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6103347803853017514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/meeting.html' title='Meeting'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-2275292001426057926</id><published>2008-11-13T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:39:59.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>"Decisions Decisons"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So there I was with a piece of paper, asked to write down what I wanted in a parent for my child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hmmm...what do I want? Well, anything but me. Active, outdoor type, easy going, good natured, happy, like animals, financial stable, preferably a stay at home mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"What kind of things do you want your child doing as he gets older?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Maybe rodeo or other sports, spending lots of time with his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Do you care if they have kids?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, no not really. 0-2, I guess. Closer to 1 or none though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Next came the paper work about me, and the "birth father". Medical records (both mine, his, and our families), Appearance (both mine, his, and our families), Career/Education (mine, his, and our families), Habits/Past Use *drugs, alcohol, tobacco, etc.* (mine, his, and our families), and Emotional History (mine, his, and our families). Does anyone see the problem with some of this. I could tell about his Appearance, some of his medical records, his education, and his habits/past use, but only some of all of this. I was proud and scared, so I didn't dare try to contact him. I did get some information from his mother but not a lot. This little survey list thingy made me feel weird. I was showing all of my own personal information to someone I barely knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will anyone actually want to adopt my child if they know I have had depression? Will they want him after they know it's likely he'll be color blind? Ugh there are so many things on here that just don't look good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The next week they had me a stack of profiles of couples looking to adopt. As I start to look through them, I become frustrated How am I supposed to choose one. Come on. My mom and sister stand near me, looking through the stack also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"They look nice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Oh look at this one..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Maybe I'm not supposed to do this. Don't they say that if your faced with confusion sometimes that is the answer to your prayers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I prayed alot through the few weeks, but still couldn't quite choose one profile. It came down to two couples. Both were young and looked awesome, but something about the one just kept jumping out to me. The little girl in the pictures with the big blue eyes. She was gorgeous, and they looked wonderful. But I am a complex person and didn't take anything as a sign. Finally one day while going to meet with my case worker I prayed and said, "Please, make it obvious to me which couple I am supposed to choose. If not then help me feel comforted by keeping this little guy. I can't deal with this anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The entire hour drive the one profile with the little girl kept sliding out of the stack of the other profiles. None of the other profiles moved, but that one kept sliding away from the bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Ok, Lord, I get it. Thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-2275292001426057926?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2275292001426057926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=2275292001426057926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2275292001426057926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2275292001426057926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/decisions-decisons.html' title='&quot;Decisions Decisons&quot;'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8504119755044191858</id><published>2008-11-12T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:36:38.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>"Senior Year Begins"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My heart pounded and my stomach ached. It was nearly 8 in the morning (I had been at drill team practice since 6). The whole drill team knew that I was pregnant at this point, and most were pretty nice about the whole thing. I saw the principal standing in the door way and my coach was keeping her eyes on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh no what are they thinking? Maybe I can sneak out the back door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As soon as practice had ended I made a quick pace towards the back doors of the gym acting like I needed to throw up, but he caught up to me before I even reached the doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Hey, we need to talk. Can you come to my office for a minute?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Well, you know I'm not feeling so good today and I need to get back to work." (not a total lie, I worked at 2 and I was feeling sick because I knew what was coming.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"It won't take to long if we do this now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I slowly followed him, and my coach fell in behind me and we all walked into his office (a place, that if any of you know me well, know was not unfamiliar territory to me). I sat on one of his swirly chairs. I was tense, sitting straight up but trying to act like nothing was going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"So how are you?" he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh come on, I know you know. A) your my principal B) your in the bishopric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Oh you know pretty good. Just work and school now, haha. Just living life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why is she just staring at me. Your my coach aren't you supposed to act the least bit concerned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"We've heard some rumors about you," he said leaning forward on his desk, "Do you know what I'm talking about?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Oh come on, when aren't there rumors about me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Are you pregnant?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh no that sick can't say anything feeling again. Oh please pull it together since when did I become an emotional wimp. I can lie...I'm good at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All I did was shrug my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Well, according to state code we are not allowed to let you dance anymore. You can help manage but..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Woah, according to state code I am allowed to dance with a doctors release saying that I'm not causing harm to the baby."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"So you are pregnant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"You already knew it, so why should I lie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Hasn't stopped you before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh thanks, such support. I've already had my heart and trust destroyed by one person this summer, please don't push your luck and finish me off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Whatever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I stood up and walked out of the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"We just want to talk about this with you." my coach said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ya about time you open your mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I have to get to work. Unlike most people my age I have a lot to think about right now, and a lot of things to prepare for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"You know we can't let you dance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tears were burning my eyes. I had nothing majorly personal against either one of them but it just felt like everything was falling away from me. My life was slowly fading into something I didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Ya I know, but I do need to go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Instead of going straight to work, I drove to my home town and up to the cementary. I walked slowly up the hill to where my dad was. I always found comfort there and always go to that place when my head is full of confusing thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What am I going to do. This would be different if you were here, dad. I wouldn't have turned out this way...I don't think. What happened to me? I just wanted to feel normal, special, like someone saw something in me, now look at me. I'm nothing...the way I've always been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A warm comforting feeling fell around me. These feeling would come to me from time to time, especially when I was at the cementary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I slowly drove down to my house, ate, and took a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;School started and before I knew it was September, and I was about going to the doctor to find out what I was having. I had started to go to group with other young girls that were either pregnant or had placed their babies for adoption. Of course, I didn't want to admit that I was even considering adoption at that point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As my mom, my sister and I sat waiting for the ultrasound technitian to come in, my mind spun. I had to go with a full bladder (talk about uncomfortable).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh please be a girl. Be a girl. I'd handle a girl alot better. You know it's a boy. Of course it's a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"What do you think it is?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I want it to be a girl, but it's a boy I'm sure." (I'd had that little conversation mulitple times). As much as I wanted a girl or thought a girl would be amazing, something in me kept saying it's a boy. What a perfect boy. Boys just don't get the credit they deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The technician came in and started. I watched my sister and had to smile. She looked so amazed and sort of happy. Of course, it was better for me to watch her for a bit to keep myself from crying. Those things are so amazing, and see your baby move in you before it is even here is so wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"So do you want to know the gender?" the technician asked as she scanned over the little body. Even if I didn't want to know one area she scanned to, told me before she even said anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Ya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"It looks like your having a boy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268028241139803378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SRvLxivdJPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/lX9MEtujX1g/s320/I0000003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268028240001158706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SRvLxef-zjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2U7_Qu3g0wE/s320/I0000007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268028242631843682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SRvLxoTL32I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/x3EuU1Byb4o/s320/I0000006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A boy! That's so awesome. I can't believe it's a boy! I'm going to love him so much. He's going to be perfect. My little boy...kindof. I just wish I didn't have to admit what I need to do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I started to text people telling them, but his reply was the most discouraging but also the answer to my prayers that I'd been having lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I went to LDS Family Services that day and talked to my case worker and told her I was ready to start looking at profiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Whether it was a boy or girl, my decision wouldn't have changed. It's amazing how you think you want one thing, but when you get something else, it becomes so much better than what you thought you wanted. I couldn't imagine anything better than having a perfect little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-8504119755044191858?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8504119755044191858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8504119755044191858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8504119755044191858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8504119755044191858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/senior-year-begins.html' title='&quot;Senior Year Begins&quot;'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SRvLxivdJPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/lX9MEtujX1g/s72-c/I0000003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-5400564520997249807</id><published>2008-11-11T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:43:06.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>"Betrayal"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*The next part of my story*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After talking with my mom I drove the half hour drive to tell the next hardest person. My stomach felt twisted, my head was spinning with possibilities for the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How am I going to finish school?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I called up one of my friend's and had her buy a pregnancy test. I knew that he wouldn't believe me, unless I showed him a test. I went to her house, sobbing, feeling like I wanted to pass out. I took the test, but (since I didn't want to take the test to him) I took a picture of the positive sign with my cell phone. She called him and told him to meet us at the cementary. He drove up and acted all casual, like nothing big was going on. I felt as if something was choking me. I couldn't speak. So I just handed him my cell phone with the picture. His eyes got big and first a glimpse of fear was on his face, and then anger. He handed the phone back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Who's test?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Mine." I mustered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"So...who's the father?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Are you freaking serious. Who's the father? What kind of question is that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Uh, you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"It's not mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Through out the next few months we had small amounts of contact but not a lot, especially towards the end of my pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A few weeks later I went to my first doctors appointment. The sound of the baby's heart beat made me cry and also made me know that I'd be able to do this...no matter which way I went. When I looked at the first ultrasound, it only made it harder for me not to cry. This little peanut/gummy bear looking thing was so perfect, even though there was so little to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Telling my family was very hard, especially since I called all of my siblings and told them. I am so happy for the support they were considering their stupid baby sister had gotten herself into this situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Next hardest was telling my friends that didn't know. One night sitting at the hottub, I sat on the edge (as ya'll know, a dip in the hot tub is a no no when your pregnant.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Get in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I can't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"We're going to pull you in." The guys grabbed my arms and started to pull me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"No guys I really can't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Why? You sick?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"No not exactly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Uh, ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"So guess what? I'm pregnant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My girl friends all looked at me and I could see that they believed me. They guys however, weren't so easily convinced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Oh whatever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"No I really am. I'm due February 18."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Woah crazy. Are you serious? What are you going to do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I don't know. Chris wants nothing to do with me though."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Well duh," one of my girl friends said, "he's got a lot of other stuff to take care of."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And thus my journey through the reality of it all began. People knew, I knew and had proof. How was I going to do this. I sat there looking at the ultrasound pictures every night, ready to cry, praying that it wasn't real, it was a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Please, make it a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-5400564520997249807?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5400564520997249807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=5400564520997249807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5400564520997249807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5400564520997249807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/betrayal.html' title='&quot;Betrayal&quot;'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-1245195193945156691</id><published>2008-11-09T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:48:18.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>I Stand All Amazed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My second favorite hymn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pzmw6DDEodQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pzmw6DDEodQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-1245195193945156691?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1245195193945156691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=1245195193945156691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1245195193945156691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1245195193945156691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-stand-all-amazed.html' title='I Stand All Amazed'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-2947198973136663642</id><published>2008-11-09T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:45:49.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>I Know My Redeemer Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I found this on youtube! Surprisingly there were a lot of different videos but this is my favorite hymn so I thought I would add it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAJYMK0dy8M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAJYMK0dy8M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-2947198973136663642?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2947198973136663642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=2947198973136663642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2947198973136663642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2947198973136663642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-my-redeemer-lives.html' title='I Know My Redeemer Lives'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-1206669509799685678</id><published>2008-11-08T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:40:02.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Copy-cat, Copy-cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes, I am being a copy-cat and I am going to do similar to what &lt;a href="http://zachhollyd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holly&lt;/a&gt; is doing and tell "my story" from a the other side. If I suddenly stop and post something at an awkward spot, or mention something thats a little "shocking" or uncomfortable, I'm sorry. I'm trying to make this as colorful as my mind remembers it was. Remember who I am now, compared to who I was then are deffinantly being displayed here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Graduation night....pulling an all nighter. (I'm still sorry to everyone that I freaked out and hurt that night. Mainly Mom, Erin, and AnDe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Late June: I started working two jobs for that summer. Neither of them took much of my "night life" away from me, and even though I was trying to quite what I was doing I really struggled with it. I was sitting on the kitchen floor of one of the rooms I was cleaning at the resort. The heat in the room was making my head spin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My phone beeped and I read the text, "I'm pregnant." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A sudden urge of nausea, and a quick run to the bathroom. The smell of the cleaning products was so strong. I had just finished throwing up, ugh, what was my problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I hadn't been eating much lately....or at all really. I was drinking a bit last night. Ugh, this is terrible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I made my way back to the kitchen and looked at my phone. A new text message. "It's Chris's". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;More nausea. Luckily, there are always trash bags in our cleaning kits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;July 4: Breakfast in Paris, ID. The smell of the eggs and bacon made my head spin. It was lucky that I even crawled out of bed that morning. I had been going to 6 AM drill team practices, I was the assistant mistress, I had to go. I'd run a mile, throw up, doing the warm up, throw up, etc... I lay down in the back of the car and fell asleep but the heat was too much. I'd open the door only to be greeted by the smells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;July 5: The best thing I could do was lay my head on the cool counter top at Dee's. Between the smell of the coffee and the heat, my head and stomach were on edge. Just a few more hours. Luckily, it's not too busy. I go to the back and find a chocolate milk. Weird I don't like milk, it normally makes me sick, but besides for orange juice and crackers it's one of the few things I can keep down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After work, I drive to the clinic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is seriously something wrong with me. No one is sick like this for as long as I have been.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I text some of my friends. They've been trying to convince me I'm pregnant, but they're wrong, I'm not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't be, Emily is. I'm not pregnant, I'm not pregnant. If I thought I was was pregnant, wouldn't I have taken a pregnancy test by now. Well, ya....unless I didn't want to admit it to myself. Whatever. I'll get checked and prove myself and them wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"So what are your symptoms?" the nurse lady asks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Nausea, always tired, throwing up, you know stuff like that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Well, does it last all day, or just during certain parts?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"The throwing up is only in the morningish time, except when I don't eat, but I'm always tired and heat really bothers me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Is there a possibility your pregnant?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh come on, why does everyone think I'm pregnant. Ugh whatver.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I guess, ya, there's a possibility." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Can we run a pregnancy test on you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Sure whatever." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La-ti-dah I get to pee in a cup and they get to stick a stick in it. Woo hoo.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I sit in the room. The clock ticking, my heart pounding, my head rushing. *beep* text message: "So are you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Idk" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"You have to let me know". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya like this is exciting.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"k". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A little short guy with red hair walks in the room. He's new, I was hoping it'd be DJ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"So, your pregnant." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Huh". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Your pregnant so we need to talk about things you need to do to prepare for all of this, but first let's determine how far along you are." He pulls out a cute little chart thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh bite me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"When was your last menstraul period?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do doctors always ask using the word "menstraul", I know what a period is without having to use the big words.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I don't know some time in May or April?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"You don't remember when your last period was?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I never really kept track of them, they just showed up. I never thought I'd have to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Well, since you were sexual active..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh please the "sexual active" speech.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Do you know who the father is?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No because I'm a pregnant teenager, I must not know who the father is. Idiot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Yes I know who it is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Can you tell him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Well considering he's knocked-up another girl, I really doubt it'll make a difference. Are you sure that the test even gave you the right answer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"It's nearly impossible to get a false positive on a pregnancy test..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I can't be pregnant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"It says here that you smoke and drink occasionally. I'd suggest you quite those things as soon as you can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is he seriously talking about this like it's really happening. Wow, what do they teach them in school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I get up, ready to leave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Would you like us to do an ultrasound? We have a machine here, and by when you think your last period was, we should be able to at least get a heart beat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Sure whatever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He leaves the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*beep* "so"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"ya I am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Oh that's so cool. Are you excited?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Eh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Well I think it's exciting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Ya, I guess it's cool, don't tell".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He walks back into the room. "Well it looks like the machine is broken but if you want to come in in about a week or two, we can do it then. You do need to start taking prenatals and set up an appointment with a doctor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nice, he can't even give me an ultrasound to see or hear the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"K, I'll do that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"We've got prenatals here if you'd like to buy some today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"No I've got some at home. I used them for my hair and nails a while back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I walked out of the building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pregnant. Woah, I can't say I planned on this. Goodbye drill team, goodbye senior year, goodbye freakin' life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I drive home and lay on my mom's bed and wait for her to get home. Might as well tell her. I fall asleep but I hear her steps coming down the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"So what did they say at the clinic?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The words can't come out.&lt;em&gt; Oh my gosh I can't tell her. She's going to be so upset. I hate making her feel bad. Maybe this is a dream, maybe I can lie and she won't catch on. Oh, come on words get out. Find something to say, anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Your pregnant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I nod my head that's as much as I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Well, we'll make it through this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-1206669509799685678?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1206669509799685678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=1206669509799685678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1206669509799685678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1206669509799685678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/copy-cat-copy-cat.html' title='Copy-cat, Copy-cat'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8614341606118635410</id><published>2008-11-06T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:14:26.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>So Um Ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I am finally getting a hang of the whole simple cooking thing. Yes, yes I know I still haven't learned how to make a fancy meal or anything, but I've started to make roman noodles really creatively so they're not the same old thing everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today I mixed my chinese vegetables &amp;amp; chicken leftovers with some mushrooms and carrots in a frying pan and then poured those on top of some cooked roman noodles (with no broth). It was actually pretty good. I was quite impressed with myself. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-8614341606118635410?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8614341606118635410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8614341606118635410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8614341606118635410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8614341606118635410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-um-ok.html' title='So Um Ok'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-179127460392792446</id><published>2008-11-04T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:29:40.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's Rain, It's Snow, It's Rain....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So it was raining...then it was snowing...then it started raining again. Anyway, I left my room this morning only to find that my coat doesn't have a hood. As I turned around to go back inside I realized that I had forgotten my key on my desk. So I trudged to class (about a three or four block walk). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In class all we talked on was basically service. So I've been thinking about different service things I can do. I'm not really a service type person (not that I'm mean but because I'm not an outspoken or an open person very often), but I've decided to give it a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was going to volunteer at the hospital but they didn't have many opportunities. So now I'm attempting to become a mentor. There is a on campus mentoring program where "a menitor" is paired with a youth (ranging between the ages of 10 and 14). If I'm accepted, I think it will be fun. I only have to spend at least 1-2 hours a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-179127460392792446?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/179127460392792446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=179127460392792446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/179127460392792446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/179127460392792446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-rain-its-snow-its-rain.html' title='It&apos;s Rain, It&apos;s Snow, It&apos;s Rain....'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8081605679274495446</id><published>2008-11-02T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:14:18.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>UGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I'm just in a downer mood this past month (I know 'get over it' is what I should do) and I have just really been struggling. I don't want to seem all moody and depressing or whatever but I really need some help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Does anyone have any advice on how I can start to feel more 'up' naturally. I'm probably starting counceling again but I really don't want to be put on anti-depressents again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I really have no clue why I wrote this. ugh...whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-8081605679274495446?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8081605679274495446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8081605679274495446&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8081605679274495446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8081605679274495446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/ugh.html' title='UGH'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-7164683872523228489</id><published>2008-11-01T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:57:50.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>So Never Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So the Herald Journal asked us lots of question and had four girls tell our stories and only posted two of the stories, and none of the answers to the questions. Needless to say my story was not one of the ones posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. When it rains, it pours and this past month has created a flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-7164683872523228489?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7164683872523228489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=7164683872523228489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7164683872523228489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7164683872523228489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-never-mind.html' title='So Never Mind'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-3751666112294734979</id><published>2008-10-31T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:36:33.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Herald Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So just for you all to know, if any of you get the Herald Journal, my code name is Kelcie. They had us give fake names, and won't show any pictures of us. It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As for the exam...well, I was 2 minutes late and according to the policies, I wasn't allowed to take the exam. He said that if I get really high scores on the next exam and my final I should pass....but if not I will be taking the stinking class again. Oh well, such is the way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-3751666112294734979?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3751666112294734979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=3751666112294734979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/3751666112294734979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/3751666112294734979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/herald-journal.html' title='Herald Journal'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-2051854105119926536</id><published>2008-10-30T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:41:56.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Woah what a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So my day is going to get pretty busy. I have an psychology exam at 1:30, but before that at 12:30 I get to be interviewed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;November is Adoption Month and the Herald Journal does a story at the beginning of the month. Last year they told the story of a couple that had adopted, this year they are interviewing birth moms. I'm pretty excited but I'm also kindof nervous. Not so much for my exam but for the interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After it's published I'll probably post it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-2051854105119926536?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2051854105119926536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=2051854105119926536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2051854105119926536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/2051854105119926536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/woah-what-day.html' title='Woah what a day'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8052953173376216843</id><published>2008-10-25T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:43:07.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>So Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;UGH so disregard everything I've posted about wedding date changes. Our wedding date is July 15. UGH! Good thing it's not for a while but I promise there will be no more changes because I'm frustrated with it all and am not to let it change again. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-8052953173376216843?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8052953173376216843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8052953173376216843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8052953173376216843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8052953173376216843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-whatever.html' title='So Whatever'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6481446460660626008</id><published>2008-10-18T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:52:52.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Quick Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok so I thought that a certain date was set, but due to some conflict with family schedules on his side, our date has changed again. We are not certain when the new date will be, but we do know that it will be somewhere near the end of June. Probably the 24. Sorry for this, luckily it's still quite a few months away. So again, I appologize for the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6481446460660626008?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6481446460660626008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6481446460660626008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6481446460660626008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6481446460660626008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-change.html' title='Quick Change'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-5488744258034248899</id><published>2008-10-15T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:03:30.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>My Testimony of Adoption and the Savior</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oct. 15, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For any young girl that is pregnant or anyone that doesn't understand why I made the choice I did to place my son for adoption here is a good example of why. I am not a verbal person, very often no one hears me speak about my feelings but can often find them written somewhere. I thought I would share an experience and some thoughts with you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In Luke 22:41-42 it says "...Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done". Christ praying on the Mount of Olives. He understands how I felt when I knew it was close time to give Braxton to his parents. The night Pres. Gordon B. Hinckley pass away (January 27, 2008), I broke down, and cried to my mom telling her I couldn't do it, I couldn't give my child to someone else. I knew that even though Braxton wasn't due for another three weeks (Feb. 18) that my time with him was shorter than expected. I prayed to Heavenly Father to say I was supposed to raise my little boy but something in me told me, "No, you know what you are supposed to do." My step-father gave me a blessing that night and then I prayed again, this time for the strength to do what I knew I needed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Less than a week later (Feb. 1), I was in the hospital holding this little guy and feeling at peace with my decision. Even when asked if I was sure that this was the choice I wanted to make, I couldn't second guess myself again. I was sad, don't get me wrong, especially when I had to walk out of the room leaving him in the arms of his parents, but my heart knew that this was the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I see Braxton now, and I see how happy he is and I know that even though for three days he was mine, he would always be theirs, and was always meant to be theirs. I can't say what would have happened had I changed my mind or second guessed the Lord; I'm sure things would have worked out because I know that the Lord doesn't want to see us suffer regardless of the choices we make, but I do know that Christ understands. He was never a young girl placing her child into the arms of another woman, but he was a man willing to give his life in order to save the souls of those who would come unto him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am now happy and engaged to an amazing young man that, even though he barely knew me and the situation, was one of my best friends throughout my pregnancy and now is my best friend. There are days that I still struggle and wonder what it would be like if things were different if I had made a different choice, but through prayer and determination I know that even on the darkest day, the Son can still be seen "...not my will, but thine, be done".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-5488744258034248899?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5488744258034248899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=5488744258034248899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5488744258034248899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5488744258034248899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-testimony-of-adoption-and-savior.html' title='My Testimony of Adoption and the Savior'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6477847801148643728</id><published>2008-10-14T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:18:38.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Finding The Angel Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SPUosKbGqsI/AAAAAAAAAdg/lekeF1PdxdM/s1600-h/Finding+the+Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257152879202314946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SPUosKbGqsI/AAAAAAAAAdg/lekeF1PdxdM/s320/Finding+the+Angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am reading a book called Finding the Angel Within: Spirituality, Body Image, and Self Worth. It is pretty good and if you read my blog just before this, you would under stand why I enjoy it so much. Last night I was reading it and it mentioned a quote by Pres. Spencer W. Kimball that I really like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"God does notice us, and he watches over us. But it is usually through another mortal that he meets our needs...". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I thought that was pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6477847801148643728?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6477847801148643728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6477847801148643728&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6477847801148643728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6477847801148643728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/finding-angel-within.html' title='Finding The Angel Within'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SPUosKbGqsI/AAAAAAAAAdg/lekeF1PdxdM/s72-c/Finding+the+Angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-5708978710601829952</id><published>2008-10-14T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:19:18.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Just A Note To Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So for all of you who don't know, I have really been struggling these past few months. Yes, I can count all the reasons I'm happy, but sometimes I just wonder Why? I have had a rough couple of months with getting used to school, roommates "issues", and some personal issues. Also for anyone that knows me, you know that I am very down on my appearance. I hate my apperance, and quite frankly can't find much physically attractive about myself, let alone at times my personality either. Now I don't want you all to think I'm on a poor me level, because really I like myself over all for the most part, but as a common person occassionally I have moments when the "poor me" comes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I woke up this morning...how do I put it...on the wrong side of the bed some what. I put on a baggy white sweater because well, it's getting cold, and pulled my hair into a simple ponytail and no makeup. (I have practically given up makeup all together). I went to my Book of Mormon class and sadly, ended up having to conduct because the two (Olivia and Kyle K.) that normally do conduct were not there. Here I was, feeling terrible already, I had been praying all morning for just help to make it through the day without having a break down, talking to my entire class and asking people to do stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After I was finished conducting, I sat down and went through with the class just trying not to think. Now this is a class full of "singles" there are only two of us that are engaged and three that are married out of twenty some odd students. I was talking with one girl who just recently got married. She was a cute girl. About my size, a little taller, and obviously a few years older. Through out the class she kept looking at me and smiling, and trying to make small talk. All I thought was "Oh great obviously she can tell I'm having a terrible day and is just trying to get her good deed in for the day." I know that wasn't nice and really she is a nice girl from what I have met of her. Right before the closing prayer, she slide a piece of paper onto my desk...I read it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I just wanted to tell you you look so pretty today. I really like your white shirt, you look great in it. I'm so excited for you and good luck."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Some reason that note really helped me make it through today. I just thought, "woah, she totally touched base with one of my main issues of today." Anyway, ya that's one of my not so eventful moments in life. It's funny how prayers can be answered sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-5708978710601829952?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5708978710601829952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=5708978710601829952&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5708978710601829952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5708978710601829952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-note-to-say.html' title='Just A Note To Say'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-1488220449129603411</id><published>2008-10-13T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:10:10.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>New Additions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I wasn't sure if Erin would blog about her new additions so I thought I would. A cat had her kittens in Kyle's family's wood shed. There were six kittens. The whole family loved them especially Kyle's little brother, but not long after he had started to find time in the shed he began to get hives. They think that he is allergic to cats. So after a few weeks Kyle and I tried to catch these little guys and bring them to Erin. The mother cat knew our motives however and started to move the kittens. The littlest orange one (Tiger) was left in the shed. He was our first catch. Then Kyle's mom found the other two (Jack and Sqeaker) in another wood stack. As for the other three, the mother was long gone with them. By the way, Jack is the black and orange one. Jack is a girl. The other two are males.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SPOMnzjzfZI/AAAAAAAAAdI/K0Qrrv-bD3c/s1600-h/S5030615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SPOMnzjzfZI/AAAAAAAAAdI/K0Qrrv-bD3c/s320/S5030615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256699805554670994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The ride to Erin's was an entertaining one. Of course the kittens weren't going to stay in the box. Instead they stayed on Kyle's lap the entire drive...well all except Jack. I would try to take them off and they would crawl back over to him. Jack, however, had her own idea of what the drive should be and wandered around my car the entire ride, until right before we reached Erin's and then she curled up on a coat in the back of my car with her brothers and went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SPOMoEHh53I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iI_Z69Itbus/s1600-h/S5030617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SPOMoEHh53I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iI_Z69Itbus/s320/S5030617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256699809999480690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-1488220449129603411?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1488220449129603411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=1488220449129603411&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1488220449129603411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1488220449129603411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-additions.html' title='New Additions'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SPOMnzjzfZI/AAAAAAAAAdI/K0Qrrv-bD3c/s72-c/S5030615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-9108766916433339341</id><published>2008-10-13T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:46:23.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Kyle and I have picked an official date. I know, I know, we have nine months to plan but he has family coming from New Mexico and other parts of the country. Plus finding a place to stay here during the middle summer is a pain if you don't plan the trip in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our date is July 15. It is a Wednesday. I know totally crazy but hey, woohoo! I am freaked out and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-9108766916433339341?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9108766916433339341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=9108766916433339341&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/9108766916433339341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/9108766916433339341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/official.html' title='Official'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-7958480190309591639</id><published>2008-10-08T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:17:42.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>High School Buds</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last night was way fun. Normally at least once a week I end up hanging out with some of my high school friends (cus let's face it, I haven't made many new ones since I moved here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Olivia, Marcey, and I went to Chili's and ate. We were there for an hour and a half just joking and talking. The waitress had to come to our table three times before we were ready to order. It is amazing that even though we only graduated only four months ago, there was a whole lot we needed to catch up on...or at least we felt we needed to catch up on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After we ate, Marcey and I decided to go to shopko and take pictures with the merchandise. Yes, I know you're not supposed to do that but we did. Haha, that is as exciting as my week has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-7958480190309591639?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7958480190309591639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=7958480190309591639&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7958480190309591639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7958480190309591639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school-buds.html' title='High School Buds'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-3728450468167710568</id><published>2008-10-05T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:10:41.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does anyone know how to change the background on my blog without losing all of my gadgets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-3728450468167710568?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3728450468167710568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=3728450468167710568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/3728450468167710568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/3728450468167710568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-849693632117454772</id><published>2008-10-05T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:07:52.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Man Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A.  The rules are posted at the beginning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;B.  Each person answers questions about their sweethearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;C.  At the end of each post, the person then tags people and posts their names; then goes onto their blog and leaves them a comment letting them know they have been tagged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All right people, here are the facts and details:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What is your husbands name?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kyle Christopher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;How long have you been married?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;haha, we're not yet but we're on our way there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;How long did you date?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just over three months and then we'll be engaged for just over ten months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;How old is he?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who eats more sweets?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Probably him, but neither of us really like sweet stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who said I love you first?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He did, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who is taller?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh he is by far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who can sing the best?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who is smarter?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who does the laundry?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He has done his own for a few years where, haha, I'm just starting so it will probably be him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who pays the bills?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Surprisingly I have a little better money managing skills than he does. Money tends to burn a hole in his pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who mows the lawn? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who cooks dinner?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We've agreed we're both going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who drives?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who is the first to admit when they are wrong?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Him because let's face it...when am I ever wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who kissed who first?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eeee...I'd say him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who asked who out first?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I asked him to hang out first. We didn't go on a date until after we were a couple, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who wears the  pants?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have a feeling it'll be me haha he's really easy going but everyone has told me that will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Holly, Ronda, Amanda, Lisa B, and anyone else that wants something interesting too do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-849693632117454772?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/849693632117454772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=849693632117454772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/849693632117454772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/849693632117454772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-tag.html' title='Man Tag'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-975082355630330148</id><published>2008-10-02T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:40:39.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>8 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8 Things Tag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8 Things I am PASSIONATE About...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Kyle&lt;br /&gt;2. My family&lt;br /&gt;3. Adoption&lt;br /&gt;4. My religion&lt;br /&gt;5. Reading&lt;br /&gt;6. Writing&lt;br /&gt;7. Pictures&lt;br /&gt;8. Politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 "words" or "phrases" I say way to often...&lt;br /&gt;1. Like&lt;br /&gt;2. So&lt;br /&gt;3. Or Something&lt;br /&gt;4. Lol&lt;br /&gt;5. Whatever&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh really&lt;br /&gt;7. Grrr&lt;br /&gt;8. like blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I want to do before I die...&lt;br /&gt;1. Have kids&lt;br /&gt;2. Be a social worker&lt;br /&gt;3. Write a book&lt;br /&gt;4. Work with struggling teens&lt;br /&gt;5. Give a motivational talk or speech (being a motivational speaker would be awesome)&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to Europe&lt;br /&gt;7. Take a photography class&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn to speak Spanish fluently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I have learned From my past...&lt;br /&gt;1. Sometimes hearing "I love you" doesn't mean anything...and sometimes it means everything&lt;br /&gt;2. When we turn to God, even the hardest thing is worth it&lt;br /&gt;3. When it comes down to it, my family will always be there for me when everyone else has left me&lt;br /&gt;4. By planning my time better, I manage to find extra time to do what I want&lt;br /&gt;5. Money isn't everything, and can ruin people&lt;br /&gt;6. When someone loves you, it is amazing what they will do for you&lt;br /&gt;7. Forgiving doesn't mean you need to forget, it just means "get over it"&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't take anyone's help for grantide, because when they're not around you're going to wish they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Places I would love to see...&lt;br /&gt;1. Ireland&lt;br /&gt;2. Spain&lt;br /&gt;3. The other Hawaiian islands that I haven't been too&lt;br /&gt;4. New York&lt;br /&gt;5. All 50 states&lt;br /&gt;6. Paris&lt;br /&gt;7. Italy&lt;br /&gt;8. Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Currently Need or Want...&lt;br /&gt;1. a shower&lt;br /&gt;2. a nice long nap&lt;br /&gt;3. a massage&lt;br /&gt;4. to lose weight&lt;br /&gt;5. summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. time to go faster&lt;br /&gt;7. a passing grade in my math class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 More People I Tag!&lt;br /&gt;1.AnDe&lt;br /&gt;2.Mom&lt;br /&gt;3.Tana&lt;br /&gt;4.Erin&lt;br /&gt;5.Trish&lt;br /&gt;6.Shane&lt;br /&gt;7.Lisa Bell&lt;br /&gt;8.Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-975082355630330148?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/975082355630330148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=975082355630330148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/975082355630330148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/975082355630330148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/8-things.html' title='8 Things'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8762063366632831228</id><published>2008-09-29T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:21:57.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Weight Loss Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I am trying to lose weight for the wedding. (July 18) My goal weight is 105 (which is a healthy weight for my height). Does anyone know any workouts or anything I can do to achieve this. I am keeping a food log at fitday.com. I need simple workouts I can do in between classes as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-8762063366632831228?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8762063366632831228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8762063366632831228&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8762063366632831228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8762063366632831228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/09/weight-loss-help.html' title='Weight Loss Help'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6426841884391439050</id><published>2008-09-23T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:45:51.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This weekend was fun. Most of the family was able to go the family reunion. It was way fun because it has been a while since most of us were together, plus some of those who haven't met Kyle got a chance to. After that we went home and hung out and play Uno Attack. Kyle and I both had a really good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNlv03ozZqI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FidUcV7fmmg/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249349794755995298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNlv03ozZqI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FidUcV7fmmg/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ty, Kyle, Zack, Shane, and Kevin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNlv1MKi1HI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xVGVTnKd-Eg/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249349800266224754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNlv1MKi1HI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xVGVTnKd-Eg/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ty, Kyle, and Zack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNlv1iJhjBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/f0LLe_XaYDg/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249349806167526418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNlv1iJhjBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/f0LLe_XaYDg/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kevin and Ralph. They are both quite a good shot. Kevin was in the final two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNlv2KsLDUI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SZRKEQqJZ6s/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249349817050271042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNlv2KsLDUI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SZRKEQqJZ6s/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The city boys. I don't think either of them did too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNlv2fWEBUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xR2IR_pj538/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249349822594680130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNlv2fWEBUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xR2IR_pj538/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was quite excited with myself too. Kyle convinced me to shoot with the girls *note: I have only shot once or twice before this* and although I did terrible, I did get Tana out. Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6426841884391439050?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6426841884391439050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6426841884391439050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6426841884391439050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6426841884391439050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNlv03ozZqI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FidUcV7fmmg/s72-c/IMG_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-7067083171590246340</id><published>2008-09-17T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:44:49.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Couple's Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1:: What are your middle names? Jo and Christopher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2:: How long have you been together? about 4 1/2 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3:: Do you have any children together? not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4:: What about pets? nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5:: Did you go to the same school? not this year but next year we will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6:: Are you from the same hometown? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7:: Do you live in the same town now? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8:: Who is the smartest? well that's a mean question. Um....me haha I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9:: Who is the most sensitive? me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10:: Where is the first place you went to eat as a couple? umm...I'm not sure Hometown Drive-In I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11:: Do you wear matching clothes? not on purpose but we're match quite a few times on accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;12: Where is the furthest you have traveled as a couple? Logan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;13:: Who has the craziest exes? Me for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;14:: Who has the worst temper? Me by far, he doesn't have a temper I swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;15:: Who does the cooking? We're both learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;16::Who's more social? Kyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;17:: Who is the neat freak? neither of us is really a neat freak, it just depends on what it is whether we are more neat or not. I am better at keeping my school work organized. My car drives him nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;18:: Who is the most affectionate? Kyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;19:: Who is the most stubborn? We're both pretty stubborn but he normally gives in and goes with my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;20:: Who wakes up earlier? Kyle but only by about 15 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;21:: Where was your first date? Uh...I guess at his house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;22:: Who said "I Love You" first? Kyle did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;23:: How did you spend your 1st year anniversary? We haven't had it yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;24:: Who has the bigger family? Me for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;25:: Do you give/get flowers often? no sadly but that's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;26:: How do you spend the holidays? We will be able to with both families because they only live ten minutes apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;27:: Do you think you will ever get married? We will be in July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;28:: Who made the first move? It was kindof mutual at the Homecoming dance (September) even though we didn't start dating until May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;29:: Where was your first kiss? In my car just outside the hottub. We weren't even dating yet, we were trying to make the other girl with us uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;30:: Do you get along with each others parents? For the most part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-7067083171590246340?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7067083171590246340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=7067083171590246340&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7067083171590246340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7067083171590246340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/09/couples-survey.html' title='Couple&apos;s Survey'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-5362495891121373345</id><published>2008-09-16T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:58:39.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Packed Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had a pretty full day on Sunday. First I went horseback riding with Cindy on the beach. That was really fun. Her horse was really skittish but other than that it was just great to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After that Kyle and I went to a mission fairwell of one of my friend's over in Randolph. I can't believe one guy that I graduated with is already going on a mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Once we got back from Randolph we went fourwheeling with Mom and Ralph. It was a long trip because part of the way through I decided that we should go to Old Ephraim's grave. Surprisingly, as a native to Colorado, Kyle seemed to know more of the stories about Old Ephraim than I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Finally we went to his house covered in dust, and spent time with his parents. I am going to have to get used to balancing my time between our families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246739790672232370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNAqCovs_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/AvHWdZ472hY/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We didn't know that Mom had taken these first two pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246741339530372210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNArcysQpHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ax8orzthS_s/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNAqDMghqYI/AAAAAAAAAUU/70jfHD7Fzi8/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246739800272251266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNAqDMghqYI/AAAAAAAAAUU/70jfHD7Fzi8/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNAqDSutpeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/I8o6S76wGk8/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246739801942369762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNAqDSutpeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/I8o6S76wGk8/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-5362495891121373345?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5362495891121373345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=5362495891121373345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5362495891121373345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/5362495891121373345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/09/packed-sunday.html' title='Packed Sunday'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SNAqCovs_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/AvHWdZ472hY/s72-c/IMG_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-1329847530513201606</id><published>2008-09-16T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:20:54.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>Quirks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quirks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I wasn't tagged by anybody but I stole this off of Mandy's page! The Rules are....tell about 7 quirks of yours &amp;amp; then Tag 7 fellow bloggers to do the same, be sure to leave a comment to let them know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1- Every week day morning I make a list of all the things I need to do that day, as well as all the things I want to do that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2- I have to always have my black and red blanket in bed with me no matter where I am sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3- When I am stressed or thinking really deeply about something, I lay against a couch with my feet in the air and my head touching the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4- I roll my eyes alot when I talk, even if I'm just having a simple conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5- I like the taste of blood. I don't go hunting for it or anything, but if like my arm is bleeding, I subconciously suck the blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6- I do not like using hair dryers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7- I sometimes like popping zits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I tag Mom, Lisa, Trish, Tana, Erin, AnDe, and Holly or anyone else that wants to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-1329847530513201606?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1329847530513201606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=1329847530513201606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1329847530513201606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/1329847530513201606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/09/quirks.html' title='Quirks!'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6744873701633802848</id><published>2008-09-09T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:11:52.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Honor, Withstand, Live, Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You have a heritage;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HONOR IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You will meet temptation;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WITHSTAND IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You know the truth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LIVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You posses a testimony;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SHARE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pres. Thomas S. Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6744873701633802848?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6744873701633802848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6744873701633802848&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6744873701633802848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6744873701633802848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/09/honor-withstand-live-share.html' title='Honor, Withstand, Live, Share'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-6164683411692680674</id><published>2008-09-05T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:42:50.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>How well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How well DO you know your spouse (significant other)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. They are watching TV..... What are they watching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sponge Bob, or something on Discovery Channel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. You're out to eat. what kind of dressing do they get on their salad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ranch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3.What's one food this person doesn't like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't know but I'd better learn soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. You go to Applebeas... he or she orders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;no clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5.Where did he/she go to high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rich High School and another high school in Colorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6.What size shoe do they wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10 or 11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7. If this person were to collect anything, it would be.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;books, or movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8.What is their favorite type of car? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Uh...fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9. This person could eat __________ everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Roman Noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10.Favorite cereal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11. This person wouldn't be caught dead wearing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haha I'm not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;12.Favorite sports team?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He really doesn't get into sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;13.Who will he/she vote for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;McCain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;14.Favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;15.What is something you do that he/she wishes you didn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;16.How many states has this person lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3 I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;17.What is he/she's heritage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;not really sure but I know he's like a fourth mexican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;18. You bake them a cake for their birthday....What kind do they want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;chocolate19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Did he/she play sports in high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Golf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;20. This person could spend hours......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;with me, haha. Watching movies or reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-6164683411692680674?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6164683411692680674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=6164683411692680674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6164683411692680674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/6164683411692680674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-well.html' title='How well...'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-8884968216298260892</id><published>2008-09-05T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:16:04.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Birthmother Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Birthmother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;B is for the bravery of putting your child first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I is for the interest you have in your child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;R is for remaining true to what you believed is best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;T is for the tears you shed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;H is for the hours you spend pondering adoption &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M is for the months you were pregnant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O is for the overwhelming and mixed emotions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;T is for the terrific woman you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;H is for the honor you deserve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E is for the experience of labor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;R is for the reward of choosing life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't know who wrote this but I thought it was pretty neat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-8884968216298260892?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8884968216298260892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=8884968216298260892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8884968216298260892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/8884968216298260892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthmother-poem.html' title='Birthmother Poem'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-4947745892834189080</id><published>2008-09-04T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:22:15.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Well....guess what!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SMB3T5A3MiI/AAAAAAAAATM/zPwGnVJ1EZ4/s1600-h/S5030588.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So um I don't know how to put this. I have been dating Kyle for the past few months and things have been going great! Really great! So, once things get figured out, you will all need to keep a date open for next summer! I'm engaged! Woah, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I might as well tell you how he did it. First we went to first dam, just outside Logan. I was pretty sure that this was coming soon but I wasn't positive. Anyway, he didn't do it there. Then we went Aggie ice cream and he didn't do there. By then I was getting frustrated and was sure I'd be waiting another few weeks. Then he kept telling me I should drive. I told him that I didn't want to drive. So he drove us back to first dam. After we got out of the car he tossed me the keys. He was laughing for some strange reason. I was playing with the keys trying to figure out why he was laughing. Then I felt something strange. There between my car key and my house key was the ring. I took the ring off of the keys and then he got down on one knee and asked me. WOOHOO! I'm totally excited and totally in awe. This is so crazy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SMB3UH3m2vI/AAAAAAAAATU/H_bQbZGwd_Y/s1600-h/S5030589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242321153852627698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SMB3UH3m2vI/AAAAAAAAATU/H_bQbZGwd_Y/s320/S5030589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-4947745892834189080?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4947745892834189080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=4947745892834189080&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/4947745892834189080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/4947745892834189080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/09/wellguess-what.html' title='Well....guess what!'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SMB3UH3m2vI/AAAAAAAAATU/H_bQbZGwd_Y/s72-c/S5030589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083767300624944575.post-7839859491753280933</id><published>2008-08-31T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:35:20.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Evanston Rodeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night we went to the Evanston Cowboy Days Rodeo. The main reason for going was to see Erin but Kyle and I made it just as she was leaving the arena (sorry again Erin). It was fun to spend time with the family though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SLrg4TtR3GI/AAAAAAAAASc/49h2jG8XFDE/s1600-h/S5030577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240748374366477410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SLrg4TtR3GI/AAAAAAAAASc/49h2jG8XFDE/s320/S5030577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sage had me take multiple pictures of her. She is such a fun little girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SLrg4YKARYI/AAAAAAAAASk/N_BRODU-aJA/s1600-h/S5030578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240748375560701314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SLrg4YKARYI/AAAAAAAAASk/N_BRODU-aJA/s320/S5030578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tyson was able to come home for the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SLrg4mTM5RI/AAAAAAAAASs/gvQmKzYAds0/s1600-h/S5030579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240748379357373714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SLrg4mTM5RI/AAAAAAAAASs/gvQmKzYAds0/s320/S5030579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tylee is such a sweet heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SLrg43AES2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/g6RPcH8wgqA/s1600-h/S5030580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240748383840521058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SLrg43AES2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/g6RPcH8wgqA/s320/S5030580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kyle wearing Sage's hat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After the rodeo Tyson, Kyle, and I went to Tyrel and Bobbi's house and played Rock Band on Tyrel's Wii. It was a fun day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083767300624944575-7839859491753280933?l=shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7839859491753280933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8083767300624944575&amp;postID=7839859491753280933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7839859491753280933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083767300624944575/posts/default/7839859491753280933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanna-thisisme.blogspot.com/2008/08/evanston-rodeo.html' title='Evanston Rodeo'/><author><name>Kyle &amp;amp; Shanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599958863982558726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/S1N73sB1XdI/AAAAAAAAAus/rXgggtW8hTk/S220/PICT0447.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ppZ9xFnI-s/SLrg4TtR3GI/AAAAAAAAASc/49h2jG8XFDE/s72-c/S5030577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
