<?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-5478434716116267132</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:52:29.727-08:00</updated><category term='Diabetes'/><category term='Married LIfe'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Brant and Rachel'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Christmas &apos;08'/><category term='CITY OF DAVID'/><category term='New Years 2009'/><category term='My BBBBBB'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Parker Family'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Israel'/><category term='San Diego Fair'/><category term='Normal Work Day'/><category term='goddaughter'/><category term='Sisters'/><category term='Church'/><category term='My Wedding'/><category term='Utah'/><category term='godmother'/><category term='Personality Test'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Riley'/><category term='Campaign'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Jon'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='Dylan'/><category term='Vegas'/><title type='text'>BoyCo. TM</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-5461075159048820091</id><published>2009-07-06T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:56:48.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Married LIfe'/><title type='text'>The Joys of Marriage - Pet Peeves No. 1</title><content type='html'>Our differences are starting to show themselves. Enjoy a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon's pet-peeves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I HAVE to make the bed before I will get in it. If we don't make it in the morning, I will make it before I go to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I filled up our Britta water with the already running hot water from the tap. He would have preferred for me to use the cold water filter in the sink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hair is everywhere and clogs the sink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kim's pet-peeves:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Jon immediately un-tucks the sheets after I make the bed and throws all the covers to my side.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I thought I was being "green" by using water that was already running while he was doing the dishes. Let alone the Britta goes directly into the frig where it is stored, so when you do drink it, it's cold water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my hair sheds BECAUSE it's long and Jon won't let me cut it. AND, who would ask if I intentionally put my hair down the sink? Do I want a clog sink too? Um, no.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh marriage :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kim Parker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-5461075159048820091?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/5461075159048820091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=5461075159048820091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/5461075159048820091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/5461075159048820091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2009/07/joys-of-marriage-pet-peeves-no-1.html' title='The Joys of Marriage - Pet Peeves No. 1'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-3374627763626081755</id><published>2009-06-29T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:16:23.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Become a Follower</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;I've officially become a follower of two different blogs today (Ben and Rylee's in Sri Lanka, and Oli's in Glendora, CA). Knowing that I'll be checking their blogs more often, I'm sure people will somehow find their way onto mine.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;With that being said, I should probably keep mine up to date. So, now the goal is to find something interesting to write and keep you entertained!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Jonny's younger cousin (Oliver or Oli for short) flew in from England last Wednesday night and will be staying with us for the next 2 weeks. He will be interning at Grace for the next 3 months and then back to England he goes. Ian (my father-in-law) has only told me wonderful things about Oli, and so far so TRUE! He's 21 and a total cutie - you know the girls are already going crazy. Cute boy plus accent, um yes please! (I mean, I did marry his cousin for similar reasons) - :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Currently I'm watching Extreme Edition Home Makeover. I don't know what it is about this show, but every time I watch it I can't help but cry! The real emotion people feel is contagious and all of the sudden, my emotions overwhelm me. Haha, that's so funny to think about because I don't really cry very often to begin with (other than movies of course). The freaking guy proposed during this episode! Talk about tears. Oh geez.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;What else? Jonny and I have plans to go to Vegas with my parents this weekend (Thursday - Saturday) and I cannot wait. I don't think Jonny or I LOVE Vegas, but we can't wait to be together and away from "life" if that makes any sense. June has been a busy month; we came home from our honeymoon and hit the ground running because Jackie and Scott just got married on Saturday. They are traveling around Europe somewhere and will be for the next week and a half. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;I thought July would bring some down time and peace, but it's actually busier than I expected. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Week one: Vegas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Week two: Camping with Co122&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Week three: Pool party at the Parker's&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Week four: ?? Always something, right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;I guess this is all for now. There will be more to come!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Kim Parker&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-3374627763626081755?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/3374627763626081755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=3374627763626081755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/3374627763626081755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/3374627763626081755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-become-follower.html' title='I&apos;ve Become a Follower'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-8334055274771060120</id><published>2009-06-15T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:41:38.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wedding'/><title type='text'>It's Official - I'm a Parker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/Sjax7xBMYKI/AAAAAAAAARg/9ga2sY6fooc/s1600-h/Wedding+Picture+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/Sjax7xBMYKI/AAAAAAAAARg/9ga2sY6fooc/s400/Wedding+Picture+%231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347657247877783714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SjavJGDOBcI/AAAAAAAAARY/qu7m0sf0B_g/s1600-h/Wedding+Picture+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's official!! I am married to Jonny Parker and loving it. Today is my first day back to work and luckily I work from home on Mondays. Tomorrow begins my early AM adventure of commuting to work 3 days a week. I look forward to being with friends again in the office, but do not look forward to feeling super tired at the end of the day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I start my first woman's group at Grace Church. I hope this goes well and that I fit in. Typically, at Grace - small groups go on break during summer, but I guess the men's group (mostly husbands of the women for the women's group) decided to keep meeting during the summer, which means the women's group decided to do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight's meeting is to discuss this summer's expectations for our group. I don't really know my place in discussing my expectations to a group I've never been too but hopefully things go well and I get home in time to get some good sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be sure to post wedding pictures once I get them! I cannot wait to see Amber's beautiful art work. She's great at what she does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim Parker &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-8334055274771060120?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/8334055274771060120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=8334055274771060120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/8334055274771060120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/8334055274771060120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-wedding.html' title='It&apos;s Official - I&apos;m a Parker!'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/Sjax7xBMYKI/AAAAAAAAARg/9ga2sY6fooc/s72-c/Wedding+Picture+%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-8935871899415452086</id><published>2009-05-11T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:04:04.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wedding'/><title type='text'>Should I freak out?</title><content type='html'>I have 209 people who have RSVP'd "YES" and 17 more people to still respond. Our max is 2oo people. Do you think we'll be okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-8935871899415452086?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/8935871899415452086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=8935871899415452086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/8935871899415452086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/8935871899415452086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2009/05/should-i-freak-out.html' title='Should I freak out?'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-3933574221511804503</id><published>2009-05-04T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:21:25.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wedding'/><title type='text'>I'm Offically Starting to Lose It.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been stressed out at all since Jonny and I got engaged, but it's starting to happen. AND, my stress is showing itself in the funniest way - my brain can't remember anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my practice hair appointment on Saturday to find out that it's scheduled for NEXT Saturday. At first I was positive that they made the mistake, but today I drove from Corona (where I'm currently house sitting) all the way to Huntington Beach for my final dress fitting for find out that my appointment is NEXT Monday! Two times in one week. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course being forgetful makes me frustrated, which is never a flattering trait. Man, I just need to find some time to relax before the wedding comes, because the last thing I want is to get sick on our honeymoon - it seems like that happens to so many people because they just "go, go go" before the wedding and their honeymoon is the first time they stop to breathe- and they get sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kim (a normal bride)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-3933574221511804503?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/3933574221511804503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=3933574221511804503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/3933574221511804503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/3933574221511804503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-offically-starting-to-lose-it.html' title='I&apos;m Offically Starting to Lose It.'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-5717028897196804837</id><published>2009-04-23T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:17:01.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wedding'/><title type='text'>How do you say no?</title><content type='html'>How do you tell someone that their child is not invited to your wedding when other children are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-5717028897196804837?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/5717028897196804837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=5717028897196804837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/5717028897196804837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/5717028897196804837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-you-say-no.html' title='How do you say no?'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-2862447559671847164</id><published>2009-03-25T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:29:32.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wedding'/><title type='text'>It's almost over...</title><content type='html'>It's kind of weird to think that I'll be getting married about less than 65 days and also sad because I feel as if I planned my whole wedding in one month. Our location has been picked, we confirmed out reception details, the bridesmaids have their dresses, we're going to order tuxes this weekend, I’ve been in communication with some people about flowers, and just bought knickknacks this week: bubbles for our departing, flower baskets, unity candle, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I know there is a ton more to do, but all the "big" and "fun" part of planning my wedding seems to be over. Now we just have to run around and get things like our marriage certificate and Jonny's green card ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, to make sure everyone knows that I'm more excited to be married to Jon than my wedding day, I am. BUT, that's not to say that I haven't thought about my wedding day FOR EVER, because I have (I'm totally one of those girls even if I don't seem like it). I mean, I'm only doing this once, right? (and I don't say that as an ignorant Christian). I only get to plan my wedding one time and it's sad to think that it's almost over. I guess it will make more sense if you know that I love to plan events. This is just like the ultimate one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make sense to anyone? (All the girls reading this say "YES" and the guys are wondering what the heck I'm talking about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I can't wait to walk down the aisle and see Jonny standing on the other side. You know, he's the first person I could ever see on the other side before? Yeah, I've tested some other people (in my mind), but none passed, not until Mr. Jon Parker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know I'm not the only one who has ever had this fear, but I'm afraid I won't cry and then all of the sudden, that's going to suggest to everyone else that I don't really love Jonny. I know, the pressure us girls put on ourselves. Well I was listening to the song that I want to walk down the aisle to the other day and my eyes teared up. Ha, I hope it happens on May 29th!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-2862447559671847164?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/2862447559671847164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=2862447559671847164' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/2862447559671847164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/2862447559671847164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-almost-over.html' title='It&apos;s almost over...'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-3661041800197046634</id><published>2009-03-23T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:05:35.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles</title><content type='html'>Today I took Avery and Kirby to Party World with me to pick up their flower girl baskets, the unity candle, and bubbles for the guests to blow at the end of our reception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your advice about the bubbles... I would love to have a picture of Jonny and I coming out the chapel into a tunnel of people blowing bubbles- but how does that happen if Jonny and I are the first two people that come out?  There is a side room in the chapel that we could go into rather than out of the building, but then what? Get all of our guest outside to blow bubbles just for a picture? Haha.  That would be funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe we could just have the wedding party blow the bubbles and reenact coming out to the chapel? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Again, if you have any ideas let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-3661041800197046634?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/3661041800197046634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=3661041800197046634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/3661041800197046634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/3661041800197046634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2009/03/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-1403518381637203524</id><published>2009-03-16T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:58:08.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Chapel of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE'RE ENGAGED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/Sb8rh8yzRtI/AAAAAAAAARI/4w4PZnTOSrc/s1600-h/ring.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314013947575355090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/Sb8rh8yzRtI/AAAAAAAAARI/4w4PZnTOSrc/s400/ring.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When did it happen?&lt;/span&gt; Jonny proposed on February 25 at Del Mar Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When are we getting married?&lt;/span&gt; We're getting hitched on May 29th of this year and the wedding planning is coming along nice and smoothly... Not too many glitches, which is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What am I really looking forward to?&lt;/span&gt; Wearing my wedding dress! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been looking at billions of different hair styles, but I think I have a consistant theme for the type of style I like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/Sb8q3V0lKlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Nud9-x5SoXU/s1600-h/hair+styles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314014626623261106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/Sb8sJeccCbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/i7Sjdju6UbA/s400/hair+styles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just placed my first bid on eBay for a beautiful ivory flower for my hair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets hope that 1) I get it and 2) that it is actually pretty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I picked out my bridesmaid dresses a couple weeks ago and I'm happy with them. Itried to copy a picture ofthem to post, but I can't copy the image. If you're interested, look at David's Bridal, style number 8585 (Black).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay tuned for more details as they come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-1403518381637203524?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/1403518381637203524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=1403518381637203524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/1403518381637203524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/1403518381637203524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-to-chapel-of-love.html' title='Going to the Chapel of Love'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/Sb8rh8yzRtI/AAAAAAAAARI/4w4PZnTOSrc/s72-c/ring.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-2397130088958586778</id><published>2008-12-24T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:18:49.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naples Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SVK0uT2OxYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/z2qzhnmS5oQ/s1600-h/Pool+Area+-+View+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SVK0uT2OxYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/z2qzhnmS5oQ/s320/Pool+Area+-+View+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283484020553729410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came out to Florida about a week ago to be welcomed by Jonny and his family.  This is the first time I've ever met them in person, and so far so good.  They seem to like me and I really like them.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wake up at 8am every day and do some jobs around the house and then head out to the beach. I am going to come home with my nice and new bronze tan!  Don't hate me for it, I've had a few nights of hard sleep because my skin is so burnt. Umm, ya from now on I will be using sunscreen :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are billions of precious heads in Naples.  Some would say it's my idea of heaven.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonny's family is great - 6 boys seemed like a lot at first, but spending the last week with them, this trip would have not been the same if one of them were not here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas family and friends.  I send my love from the sunny Naples Nest!! (Thanks Luke for the name).&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/5478434716116267132-2397130088958586778?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/2397130088958586778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=2397130088958586778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/2397130088958586778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/2397130088958586778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2008/12/naples-nest.html' title='The Naples Nest'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SVK0uT2OxYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/z2qzhnmS5oQ/s72-c/Pool+Area+-+View+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-288758021459371333</id><published>2008-11-24T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:47:46.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Monday before Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Today I did not want to come into work. My sister Jackie has the entire week off because of Thanksgiving (she's a teacher). I came in anyways, and now as the day is wrapping up - I'm glad I did. We have a big service this coming weekend as we start a new series for Christmas. The staff has decided to raise money to build a well in Africa. The goal is $12,000 but every $10 saves a child's life. I think we can do it. We'll reveal our plans to the church body this coming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for this weekend to go well, there are tons of logistics that need to be done. Both Robby (children's pastor) and Bucky (lead pastor) are out of town, so I feel like there is a lot to do without them. Reality is I would have just as much to do with them here. I guess I'm seeing how much no one on our staff makes a decision by themselves, but we check everything with each other. It's a great value to have, but hard to get things done quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after printing 300 pages of one flyer (2 per page, double sided of course) I printed 100 more of another (2 per page, single sided), another 100 (full page, single sided, not cutting needed!!!) and lastly, 100 envelopes with our logo on it. TONS of printing today which means TONS of cutting tomorrow. That is probably the WORST part of my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and there is an Office Max next to the building I'm going to. Maybe I'll drop everything off and pay them to cut all of my flyers? That's sounding like a good idea right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a little of my OCD- I hate cutting papers myself because it's boring as heck, but it's almost as bad for me to give the papers to someone else, because they don't take the time to cut everything perfectly! We'll see what I end up doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this weekend to be over because that implies all the little tasks will be completed. I am looking forward to seeing how the church responds to the staff's idea for Christmas though. Hopefully everyone will participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I best be going. I am so hungry right now and I still have a ton of work to complete. Wish me luck. Well, something other than luck I guess seeing how I don't believe in it ;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-288758021459371333?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/288758021459371333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=288758021459371333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/288758021459371333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/288758021459371333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-before-thanksgiving.html' title='Monday before Thanksgiving'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-4999824797960478112</id><published>2008-11-18T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:26:07.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Normal Work Day'/><title type='text'>Today's Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Since I have 2 friends who told me I need to update my blog, this is for you Stacey and Jon.  Today I woke up around 7:45am.  It was really hard to get out of bed because I had just worked out last night and my body was sore.  I did manage to get out of bed, however, and then I took a short shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to work today, I went to Deb's house to discuss some website layouts for the church website.  I think it was a very productive time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to the office, got a ton of work done before Bucky got in, and even had some time to sit and chat with Robby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Bucky got into the office, I had to ask him some last minute questions before I could send out some final emails on communication pieces for the church (website and water bottle labels), but I finished it all just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be late to picking Kirby up today because we had plans to get Baskin Robins after school in honor of her 10th birthday!  I watched this tiny little girl devour 2 scoops of coffee ice cream.  I was very impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at the Black's house.  Kirby is doing homework, and Avery should be home soon.  I have guide group tonight, maybe going to the gym again (?), but really need to buckle down and clean my room before Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is almost here, which will be so much fun because I have a lot of family coming over... and Jonny will finally get to meet Nene and Papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.  At least I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-4999824797960478112?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/4999824797960478112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=4999824797960478112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/4999824797960478112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/4999824797960478112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-thoughts.html' title='Today&apos;s Thoughts'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-1016052108376485504</id><published>2008-09-04T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:29:41.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dylan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Good-Bye My Bubba</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My dog, Dylan Bob Boiko died today at 5pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire family took him into the vet where they injected him with pain medicine and then the stuff that killed him. I didn't know if I wanted to go, not because the immediate pain was too much, but rather the helplessness he would show when the medicine took over and left him to sleep forever might have been too unbearable to watch. Luckily, &lt;strong&gt;he died quickly and peacefully.&lt;/strong&gt; Literally, his heart stopped beating seconds after the medicine was injected, whereas normally it takes about 10-15 minutes. I'm glad I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this entry can seem a bit dramatic, but when I think about it, I know that it's effecting me so much because I value loyalty. There is a reason why dogs are labeled as loyal animals- because it's true! &lt;strong&gt;Dylan was loyal to the point of no return. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242419434104314450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SMDQsyVkWlI/AAAAAAAAANs/844AKQdf2go/s320/dylan+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dylan loves him mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking back to yesterday, I now can see that he even knew his time was coming to an end. He'd been having a hard time walking these last couple of days because the cancer had spread into his bones, but some how he made his way upstairs and into my bedroom, where &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he looked for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with his tail wagging one last time. I should have known that a day later would have been his last. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242419437789810946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SMDQtAEQkQI/AAAAAAAAAN0/4YPTXMlO6b8/s320/dylan+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bubba's precious face.  We miss him already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dani is now without her "soul mate and best friend" as our vet described them. We all knew that Dani knew he was going to pass away, because she had been distancing herself from Dylan, whereas before she was his second shadow. I think &lt;strong&gt;the part of this process that I've been dreading the most is the coming weeks when she cries because she miss Dylan.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;In a lot of ways, dogs are like people (yes, I am totally one of those)... They feel, show actions, have feelings. Now to what extent of their feelings are taught or natural I'm not going to discuss. With the understanding of animals and people being alike- the one part that sucks about animals is they cannot communicate with us! All we could do was respond to Dylan's symptoms. Again, I'm insecure on this topic because Dylan was "just" a dog, but let &lt;strong&gt;me break free from my fear and just say that I hope for the depths of my heart that God is working in the lives of pets and animals in ways that we humans cannot understand because I don't desire for them to hurt. &lt;/strong&gt;Whether they have taught feelings, emotions and actions or not, Dylan was a good boy and I will forever miss my bubba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-1016052108376485504?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/1016052108376485504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=1016052108376485504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/1016052108376485504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/1016052108376485504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-bye-my-bubba.html' title='Good-Bye My Bubba'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SMDQsyVkWlI/AAAAAAAAANs/844AKQdf2go/s72-c/dylan+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-4911885603422118238</id><published>2008-07-27T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:10:42.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campaign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diabetes'/><title type='text'>Fight For The Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SI0qLg4a1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/FnBuBoaVotM/s1600-h/dia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227881119740515858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SI0qLg4a1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/FnBuBoaVotM/s320/dia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello friends and family-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you know the cross that I have to bear daily with type 1 diabetes. It is distressing to realize that one in every fourteen people is affected by diabetes or its nightmarish complications. It was so easy for me to think of 14 people in my life, but very difficult to face the face that you or any of my friends and family could suffer from heart disease, kidney failure- even amputation- as a result of diabetes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't you please help me in my campaign for the American Diabetes Association? Campaigns like this are going on all over the country and are vital to the search for a cure and the programs that support our family’s, friends and neighbors living with diabetes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we could contribute just a little, together we can make an enormous impact- both in lives of the 21 million Americans with diabetes now and the additional 54 million who are at risk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you please help today with your gift of $15, $20 or even $25? Hopefully you know me well enough to know that I wouldn’t ask for something I didn’t strongly believe in. Your gift would be a part of my healing process instantly as I get to see your support by you helping me carry this present burden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, there's an added reason to contribute now- Dignity Memorial, and National Strategic Partner of the Association, whose efforts help to raise awareness of healthy living and enhancing quality of life, has agreed to match every gift, dollar for dollar, up to a campaign total of $50,000!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That means your $15 donation can double to $30...your $25 gift becomes $50. Whatever you send today can be worth twice as much in the fight against diabetes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your gift will be put to use immediately funding research to find a cure and ease the suffering of the nearly 15 million children and adults in the U.S. who have been diagnosed with diabetes. Your gift will help detect diabetes among the over 6 million Americans who don't know they are affected- before it's too late. Your gift will work to change the future of 54 million of our fellow citizens with pre-diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please write your check to the American Diabetes Association today and return it to me. I appreciate your generosity, support, prayers and faith to see this disease conquered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kim Boiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diagnosed in 1989.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diabetes.org/"&gt;http://www.diabetes.org/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Send checks to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim Boiko &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1913 E. 17th Street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suite 117&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa Ana, CA 92705&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/5478434716116267132-4911885603422118238?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/4911885603422118238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=4911885603422118238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/4911885603422118238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/4911885603422118238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-friends-and-family-many-of-you.html' title='Fight For The Cure'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SI0qLg4a1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/FnBuBoaVotM/s72-c/dia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-2549329561310310285</id><published>2008-07-25T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:09:52.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='godmother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goddaughter'/><title type='text'>Riley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;You think I'm cute? You should see my godmother!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227181817292333426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIquKwQXIXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_ZnZIhZEoCM/s320/Pathways,+Paths,+and+Riley+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love when she comes to hang out with me. I get to lay out on the couch and she just looks at me with a goofy face and makes weird noises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227181834222686898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIquLvU30rI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xNp8WM37APQ/s320/Pathways,+Paths,+and+Riley+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My favorite is when she makes funny noises on my belly. It makes me smile. Don't I have a cute smile? I think so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIquLJs3z-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/8hraDUYFoO0/s1600-h/Pathways,+Paths,+and+Riley+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227181824122802146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIquLJs3z-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/8hraDUYFoO0/s320/Pathways,+Paths,+and+Riley+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When she stops making those weird noises, we get to make funny faces together! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIquLz57IBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NMWE7vrlrdQ/s1600-h/Pathways,+Paths,+and+Riley+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227181835451834386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIquLz57IBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NMWE7vrlrdQ/s320/Pathways,+Paths,+and+Riley+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Another reason why my godmother is the best is because we get to stay up past my bedtime. I'm even cuter when I'm sleepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-2549329561310310285?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/2549329561310310285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=2549329561310310285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/2549329561310310285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/2549329561310310285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-godchild.html' title='Riley'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIquKwQXIXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_ZnZIhZEoCM/s72-c/Pathways,+Paths,+and+Riley+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-4342316779495860268</id><published>2008-07-17T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:09:57.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>What happens in Vegas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIYvHZOAVaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xRkHrBmU-Ow/s1600-h/Kim%27s+Photos151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225916221685257634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIYvHZOAVaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xRkHrBmU-Ow/s320/Kim%27s+Photos151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Canterbury Wedding Chapel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;Totally gets written about in my blog!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jon surprised me with a trip to the Hoover Dam and then a few nights in Vegas. Let's just say I deserved this trip after being the most amazing girlfriend all summer long as my man worked and worked to earn some money for school (and hopefully some shinny bling bling if you know what I mean?!) and I was so patient and not demanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224227414702524690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIAvJ48ziRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F_1WHwlslio/s320/Kim-+Vegas+Trip+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was the cute place we stayed the first night. And yes, Jon is rubbing the American flag on his arse. That's why I date him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224227418943384962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIAvKIv57YI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dzFqykbyJsM/s320/Kim-+Vegas+Trip+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course Boulder City, NV (where the Hoover Dam is located) has it's own brewery with some great beer. The drinks were great, but the food was so so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224227422315587074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIAvKVT5pgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zbQE_y--qz0/s320/Kim-+Vegas+Trip+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And last but not least, while we were in Boulder, we found a great Ma &amp;amp; Pa breakfast place were we both filled up on our hot morning coffee. The guys before us left some foods on the blinds... Jon was nice enough to point out to me that the food had probably been there from 3 years before. Now hopefully you understand what I mean by "Ma &amp;amp; Pa" restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224229670618388754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIAxNM5D2RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6kY-d375tj0/s320/Kim-+Vegas+Trip+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was our first view of the Hoover Dam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224229678491611346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIAxNqOLsNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jbPDSNvV-Hg/s320/Kim-+Vegas+Trip+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't we cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224229685277188898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIAxODf_YyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OBg_9BJm2zc/s320/Kim-+Vegas+Trip+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Did you know that the Hoover Dam was named after President Hoover because he was the man who signed for the building of the dam? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224229693502641746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIAxOiJF1lI/AAAAAAAAAKY/10AT_OTMe3A/s320/Kim-+Vegas+Trip+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Those cylinder looking things move the water around to make energy. Don't ask me how that works, just trust me. That's what the information movie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It totally cost about $15 to park your car and another $40 for the tour... Jon and I drove up the hill a little further and parked for free. This is as close as we got to the dam, on the top of the hill (not counting driving over it in our car). That's not too bad if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224232288644840434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIAzllzNO_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/NwIUj94iauw/s320/Kim-+Vegas+Trip+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we finally made it to Vegas! We are standing outside the Luxor with MGM Grand behind us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224232297742052114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIAzmHsJqxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Uy-ru-hWhkg/s320/Kim-+Vegas+Trip+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jon and I standing inside the Luxor Hotel. This is where we met our friends from Lebanon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224232303525729986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIAzmdPFlsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VbKWTYjHngQ/s320/Kim-+Vegas+Trip+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jon loosing his money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224232309822544338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIAzm0sXWdI/AAAAAAAAALA/cxif1FyxCM0/s320/Kim-+Vegas+Trip+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kim loosing Jon's money. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I must admit that I was the reason why we went to play the slots. Personally, I wouldn't even blame myself- I blame the movie 21. Ah, yeah, Jon and I had just finished watching it so I thought it would be a good idea for us to gamble. I thought we would win. Technically, I did win $14. It just took us $40 to get there... ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224232319265151506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIAznX3qGhI/AAAAAAAAALI/OBIpsKKd5rU/s320/Kim-+Vegas+Trip+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Of course we had to lay out. Too bad it started to rain right when we got there and stoped right after we packed up and left. Go figure, ay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224233866482575346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIA1BbtCZ_I/AAAAAAAAALY/hWkZuINAkkc/s320/Kim-+Vegas+Trip+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Since this is offically the logest blog ever, I am adding this picture as a shout out to Hallie and Stacey. I took this in honor of both of you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-4342316779495860268?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/4342316779495860268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=4342316779495860268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/4342316779495860268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/4342316779495860268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-happens-in-vegas.html' title='What happens in Vegas...'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SIYvHZOAVaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xRkHrBmU-Ow/s72-c/Kim%27s+Photos151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-4359499654912393355</id><published>2008-07-16T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:10:53.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Diego Fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon'/><title type='text'>San Diego Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223831191037839090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SH7GyoxqhvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_5Yykq-mCOc/s320/fair+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jon worked at the San Diego fair this summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hallie, Stacey and I went to visit him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223831194110883730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SH7Gy0OVd5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/rZDDi1gSiEg/s320/fair+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then I gave him a little sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223830860307608706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SH7GfYtbtII/AAAAAAAAAIs/zhz439UQZOc/s320/fair+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the soft lamb! Bahh. But really- this animal totally reminded me of my time in Israel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223830869450476562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SH7Gf6xQzBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/83CQW3d4ciU/s320/fair+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, while we were at the fair, the girls and I saw a pig race. At first is sounded fun and cute, but it actually became really sad because the squeeling noises they made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223830876324704946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SH7GgUYNMrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2tvHvyaUKRo/s320/fair+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;During the pig races, Stacey volunteered to win the prize if our pig won the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223830887140286386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SH7Gg8q137I/AAAAAAAAAJE/sfp6UAVPqB0/s320/fair+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our pig did and Stacey won a pack of Oreos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The was the same prize the winning pigs won too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-4359499654912393355?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/4359499654912393355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=4359499654912393355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/4359499654912393355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/4359499654912393355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-diego-fair.html' title='San Diego Fair'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SH7GyoxqhvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_5Yykq-mCOc/s72-c/fair+6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-4194008396346603285</id><published>2008-06-24T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:12:39.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SGGcct8Cj5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/4zPZu6DtnU8/s1600-h/pics+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215621860653436818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SGGcct8Cj5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/4zPZu6DtnU8/s320/pics+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Saturday, my sisters and I decided to do something special with our dad for Father's day. The Sunday prior (actual Dad's day) I was in a car driving home from Utah (see previous entry). After thinking of the most brilliant idea- fishing- the cost and the heat persuaded me out of that idea and into the pool hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215618422141299362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SGGZUke3KqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/b4gJv2JlUjY/s320/pics+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Before the game started, we went to our traditional breakfast location, Paul's Pantry, and ate too much food. But, don't worry- every bite was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215619350244630514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SGGaKl78H_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/pVAJ-b6BmzA/s320/pics+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The more I see my friends become mothers and fathers now, the more I have began to appreciate everything about my own parents. I know that probably sounds super cliché, but it's true. I can't think of a harder job then to be a mom or dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215618141858847266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SGGZEQWUWiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AvaS-yzVIA0/s320/pics+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; All I can think is, "&lt;em&gt;Lord have mercy on my and my future children!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215618154651082322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SGGZFAAOXlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z1qsKqUZbLU/s320/pics+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sure, there are qualities my dad does not posses that I wish he did, like being more talkative. But reality is- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I do have the best dad in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know any other person that has ever cared for me more than him, and his consistent actions show it. My dad has always been and will always be my number 1 fan. I hope that by God's grace, one day (soon) he will truly know how special he is to not only me and my family, but to the most important person of us all- Jesus Christ. Again, cliché? Probably. Sincere? More than anyone would ever know. &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/5478434716116267132-4194008396346603285?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/4194008396346603285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=4194008396346603285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/4194008396346603285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/4194008396346603285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SGGcct8Cj5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/4zPZu6DtnU8/s72-c/pics+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-3336224608016252485</id><published>2008-06-20T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:14:32.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brant and Rachel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>So I Went to Utah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see Brant and Rachel get married!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SFxS_JtzORI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IKIv2583kuw/s1600-h/brant+and+rach+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214133713481447698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SFxS_JtzORI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IKIv2583kuw/s320/brant+and+rach+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who knew the Curtis family was filled with a bunch of men who know how to cry? And the Weavers... I call them the Weepers! All of this in a good way, of course...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wedding was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214133967247746706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SFxTN7EZppI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4T9Rgc_GVL0/s320/brant+and+rach+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But not as beautiful as the couple- &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; look at her dress! She is one hot mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But... in order to get to the wedding, we had to drive there. And by "we" I mean Stacey, Hallie and myself enjoy eachother's company 24/7- including the looong days in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214134491135899234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SFxTsatEdmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BrXqOxXMIOg/s320/car+with+girls+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And as Hallie says, "Our faces looked like this the whole time!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Except for when we were at Temple Square. Then our faces look like this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214138599021868434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SFxXbhxZ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vtK2DEF68nY/s320/temple+square+with+hal+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------------------- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I must say that our trip would not have been complete if it weren't for Stacey and Hallie insisting that I gamble for my first time in a Vegas hotel rather than a gas station... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214136498264811506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SFxVhP15J_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/OGkJnsP1JEg/s320/slots+with+stacey+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So I did.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214136664697605650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SFxVq72kDhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4_iM9qTd34Q/s320/slots+with+stacey+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then I won $5.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The End. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-3336224608016252485?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/3336224608016252485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=3336224608016252485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/3336224608016252485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/3336224608016252485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-i-went-to-utah.html' title='So I Went to Utah...'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SFxS_JtzORI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IKIv2583kuw/s72-c/brant+and+rach+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-6793664780512955590</id><published>2008-05-29T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:15:11.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality Test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon'/><title type='text'>Personality Tests 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://enneagraminstitute.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enneagram" src="http://enneagraminstitute.com/icons/type6F.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jon and I were going over our Myers Briggs. It made me remember my enneagram results. See the above posting to learn more. By the way, I am an ENFJ: &lt;a name="ENFJ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Warm, empathetic, responsive, and responsible. Highly attuned to the emotions, needs, and motivations of others. Find potential in everyone, want to help others fulfill their potential. May act as catalysts for individual and group growth. Loyal, responsive to praise and criticism. Sociable, facilitate others in a group, and provide inspiring leadership]. Jon says he is an ENTP [Quick, ingenious, stimulating, alert, and outspoken. Resourceful in solving new and challenging problems. Adept at generating conceptual possibilities and then analyzing them strategically. Good at reading other people. Bored by routine, will seldom do the same thing the same way, apt to turn to one new interest after another]. (I think he has ENTJ qualities as well). Maybe both? See &lt;a href="http://www.myersbriggs.org/my-mbti-personality-type/mbti-basics/the-16-mbti-types.asp"&gt;http://www.myersbriggs.org/my-mbti-personality-type/mbti-basics/the-16-mbti-types.asp&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested in learning what your personality type is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-6793664780512955590?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/6793664780512955590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=6793664780512955590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/6793664780512955590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/6793664780512955590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2008/05/personality-tests-101.html' title='Personality Tests 101'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-2032280777523482632</id><published>2008-05-09T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:15:56.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parker Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas &apos;08'/><title type='text'>Only 215 days to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SCTkOvbzWLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aX5qnhKONeA/s1600-h/Naples.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198530811794774194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SCTkOvbzWLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aX5qnhKONeA/s320/Naples.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Only 215 more days until I will meet Jon in the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:state&gt; airport where we get to spend the next three weeks in his &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Naples home&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I pretty much ask Jon everyday what we are going to do when we are there, but his answers seem to vary from &lt;em&gt;ehh&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;aww&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Besides waking up for prayer at 7am (yikes!), he promised to go on bike rides with me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; Oh, and of course there is the beach. &lt;/span&gt;For some reason, what I'm looking forward to the most is hanging out with Ann and bringing a little more estrogen into the household! Beating up on the boys will be fun too, along with rolling in my tears from Chris' Christmas play I'm going to tell him to plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Before Jon and I leave &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;La Mirada&lt;/st1:city&gt; to go to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Florida (him on the 14th and me on the 17th)&lt;/st1:state&gt;, Jon will graduates from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Talbot&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Right now, he is hoping to get a job in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Colorado&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, where his best friend was hired at a private Christian high school.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As long as there is a solid Chrisitan church that needs help with their administration, I am all for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Colorado&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; :).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I also know that Amy, BJ, and Matt would not mind it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mama Boiko would though!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Well, that is all for now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-2032280777523482632?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/2032280777523482632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=2032280777523482632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/2032280777523482632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/2032280777523482632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2008/05/only-215-days-to-go.html' title='Only 215 days to go!'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SCTkOvbzWLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aX5qnhKONeA/s72-c/Naples.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-4898673828546783300</id><published>2008-04-17T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:16:46.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My BBBBBB'/><title type='text'>Miss Amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SAggrkJLMzI/AAAAAAAAADk/wXFp-kCz3oA/s1600-h/amy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190434503353119538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SAggrkJLMzI/AAAAAAAAADk/wXFp-kCz3oA/s200/amy+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're blessed in life if you get a handful of great friends. I don't know how or why, but I have many many people who can make me smile just when I think about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This blog goes out to my wonderful friend who moved too far away from me, Miss Amy Louise Boespflug. She's out doing what she's wanted to do for a long time now, living overseas in NZ. Not only that, but she gets to work at an Indian Resturant. I know Jon is jealous of that! Anyways, my hat goes off to her for the courage she showed by traveling by herself to a place where she knew no one. I'm not surprised that she's made many friends quickly though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One thing Amy has been talking to me about is the importance for a Christian community in her life. I've noticed that myself once I left living in the dorm rooms at Biola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is why I praise God for the Church. I love my job and I love my church congretations. I can't explain the importance of the body of Christ is in words, but just from my experience, nothing compares to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amy, come home soon! I miss you buddy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-4898673828546783300?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/4898673828546783300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=4898673828546783300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/4898673828546783300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/4898673828546783300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2008/04/miss-amy.html' title='Miss Amy'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SAggrkJLMzI/AAAAAAAAADk/wXFp-kCz3oA/s72-c/amy+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478434716116267132.post-2845667193950239851</id><published>2008-04-17T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:18:45.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CITY OF DAVID'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Israel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Recently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SAggd0JLMyI/AAAAAAAAADc/ubs4usL0bxw/s1600-h/Israel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190434267129918242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SAggd0JLMyI/AAAAAAAAADc/ubs4usL0bxw/s200/Israel+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I traveled over to Israel with a group of 50 people. What an experience that was. To my surprise, I think I got something differernt out of it than I was expecting. With an opportunity like the one my parents gave me, I was expecting more of a "spiritual high" as I got to walk the same streets that Jesus did. Instead, I got to meet straigners and smell difference scents, witness how other people live, communicate, and love one another. I studied intercultural studies in my undergrad, but other than saying that, I don't know how else to explain the impact of being in a billion different cultures within 3 weeks had on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5478434716116267132-2845667193950239851?l=boycotm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/feeds/2845667193950239851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478434716116267132&amp;postID=2845667193950239851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/2845667193950239851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478434716116267132/posts/default/2845667193950239851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boycotm.blogspot.com/2008/04/recently.html' title='Recently...'/><author><name>BoyCo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588853559461773439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SBI4B4qzMLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/t3eP8FN9ZS4/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSRnWD8el9s/SAggd0JLMyI/AAAAAAAAADc/ubs4usL0bxw/s72-c/Israel+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
