<?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-1650512810918420964</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:47:56.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Petersen's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-418090795455922042</id><published>2010-06-07T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:56:10.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We just recently found out that we are having a boy!!!! Jaxon Jay will be here sometime around October 18th!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-418090795455922042?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/418090795455922042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=418090795455922042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/418090795455922042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/418090795455922042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy!!!!!'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-4434490088734967923</id><published>2009-07-19T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:18:01.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to Washington!!!</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday Mark got a phone call stating he had been accepted to pharmacy school at WSU. When he told me I didn't believe it. He was wait listed at first and I thought there was no chance he would get in. Boy was I wrong!!! Mark then called the school back to see if they could defer his acceptance until next year so that I could finish school. He was told that he couldn't and then called me to let me know. I immediately started balling!!! Don't get me wrong, I am so excited that he got in as I know it was his #1 choice, but I just am going to miss everyone here and the program I will be leaving at BYU. So this weekend we have packed up all of our stuff and are moving to Washington!! It's so crazy how in 4 days my life has completely changed!!! This next month is going to be crazy with 2 weddings, mark leaving for Florida, finishing up wedding plans, trying to find a place to live and a job. Wish me Luck!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-4434490088734967923?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4434490088734967923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=4434490088734967923' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/4434490088734967923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/4434490088734967923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2009/07/moving-to-washington.html' title='Moving to Washington!!!'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-7052478416045854237</id><published>2009-04-15T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:32:52.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt Lake City Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>I just registered for the SLC half!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for registering&lt;br /&gt;1) Training days: 0&lt;br /&gt;2) Finals on Saturday: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why I do this to myself!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-7052478416045854237?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/7052478416045854237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=7052478416045854237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/7052478416045854237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/7052478416045854237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2009/04/salt-lake-city-half-marathon.html' title='Salt Lake City Half Marathon'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-2512398157302115389</id><published>2009-03-29T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:14:34.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating + Me = EMBARRASSMENT!!!</title><content type='html'>I really don't know what it is about me and dating. Anything and everything deemed horrible, will happen to me while dating guys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend i went camping near Moab with Mark (the guy I have been dating) and a couple of people from my ward. As we arrived in Moab we stopped to eat dinner at McDonalds before heading to set-up camp. We had planned to do an 11 mile hike to Druid arch the next day and therefore I thought it would be ok if I ate a Big N Tasty from McD's, seeing as though I would burn off those calories. Keep in mind that I NEVER eat greasy food like that especially from McD's! That night as we were sitting around the camp fire I could tell it was doing a number on my BOWELS!!! I was thinking "oh crap, I'm gonna have to poo everywhere in the desert (there were no bathrooms)!!! Luckily, or as I thought, I was able to hold it until the next day when we went to the visitors center before we started our hike. It was still solid then (sorry but it has to be said to get the full effect of the story). As we were driving to the trail head that's when I started getting hot and cold flashes and my stomach was Hurting REALLY BAD!!! As we got out of the car and got our gear on to start the hike, that's when it hit!!!! I was going to poo my pants in a major way right there with no bathrooms in-front of everyone!!! It was so bad I was crouching on the ground trying to hold it in! Not really knowing what was going on quite yet, Marked asked me if I wanted to wait and see if I felt better or if I just wanted to drive the 5 and 1/2 hours home. It was then when I said "We gotta go now!!!" SO as I was curled up in the passenger seat driving back I started moaning and groaning saying "I'm gonna poo my pants, I'm gonna poo my pants!!!!!!" I then proceeded to tell Mark that I didn't think I could make it back to the visitor's center and that he might have to pull over so I could poo on the side of the road (We had no toilet paper)!!! Keep in mind that there was a cliff on one side of the road and a huge wall on the other, so I would have clearly been visible to any cars coming and honestly at this point I could have cared less!!! We actually ended up making it to the visitor's center and Mark pulled up to the front and told me to "run!!!" I speed walked into the bathroom and didn't come out for another 30 minutes (I truely was Harry from dumb and dumber)!!!!!! How embarrassing!!!! Luckily the rest of the trip home we only had to stop one more time to relieve my irritated BOWELS!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mark told me on the ride home that it was ok for me to fart in-front of him if I needed to, even if it stank!!! haha What a keeper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.S. Even after this horrible event, he can still call my stinky anus Precious Princess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-2512398157302115389?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/2512398157302115389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=2512398157302115389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/2512398157302115389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/2512398157302115389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2009/03/dating-me-embarrassment.html' title='Dating + Me = EMBARRASSMENT!!!'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-9062857145972119873</id><published>2008-11-12T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:49:36.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been one year since I went on the WORST blind date of my LIFE!!!! I am happy to announce that all of my treatments have officially ended and the scar on my face is barely even visable (LOVE MY SURGEON!!!). It has been one scary ride and I feel so blessed to have not had any life altering injuries. Yeah my memory suffered a blow and will probably never regain fully but I am healthy and ready to take on any fool that ever tries to put me in danger again!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU HATE GRAPHIC PICS....DON'T LOOK BELOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SRu_emsL1BI/AAAAAAAAALM/vmj2zJm020Q/s1600-h/bloodyhell!+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SRu_emsL1BI/AAAAAAAAALM/vmj2zJm020Q/s320/bloodyhell!+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268014721642779666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SRu_eLEqy1I/AAAAAAAAALE/x1_Jks-OLVU/s1600-h/bloodyhell!+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SRu_eLEqy1I/AAAAAAAAALE/x1_Jks-OLVU/s320/bloodyhell!+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268014714229279570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SRu_dzJJSCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZHTqPSO2rjA/s1600-h/bloodyhell!+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SRu_dzJJSCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZHTqPSO2rjA/s320/bloodyhell!+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268014707805603874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SRu_dcXEcWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ABhFsLBV0Eg/s1600-h/bloodyhell!+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SRu_dcXEcWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ABhFsLBV0Eg/s320/bloodyhell!+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268014701689991522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SRu_dK3mx6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/x_llXe1ZoJ0/s1600-h/shelby+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SRu_dK3mx6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/x_llXe1ZoJ0/s320/shelby+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268014696994621346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-9062857145972119873?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/9062857145972119873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=9062857145972119873' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/9062857145972119873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/9062857145972119873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-year-anniversary.html' title='1 Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SRu_emsL1BI/AAAAAAAAALM/vmj2zJm020Q/s72-c/bloodyhell!+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-7956548858990239386</id><published>2008-10-25T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:19:51.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice</title><content type='html'>Shelby and I just recently discovered how much we LOVE the movie Pride and Prejudice. Neither one of us had ever seen it and decided to watch it to see what all the hype is about. Well, the movie is a love story and so we just had to watch it like this...total Spoonage!!! haha  I need a man!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SQOon-MZeiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xgKHpstZJ3I/s1600-h/Utah+4+Marathon,cooper,+racquetball+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SQOon-MZeiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xgKHpstZJ3I/s320/Utah+4+Marathon,cooper,+racquetball+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261234194362235426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-7956548858990239386?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/7956548858990239386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=7956548858990239386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/7956548858990239386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/7956548858990239386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='Pride and Prejudice'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SQOon-MZeiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xgKHpstZJ3I/s72-c/Utah+4+Marathon,cooper,+racquetball+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-4484872810084385155</id><published>2008-10-18T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:25:16.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOST!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So my friend and I went and played raquetball and I lost 15-13! That sucks!!! So now I have to get antiqued!!! We did however play 2 games and I beat him in the second game. Too bad I didn't know his weaknesses in the first place!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-4484872810084385155?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4484872810084385155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=4484872810084385155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/4484872810084385155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/4484872810084385155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-lost.html' title='I LOST!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-9135932587283696724</id><published>2008-10-06T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:26:35.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racquetball Anyone?</title><content type='html'>It has become known throughout my ward that i am pretty dang good at racquetball. As of a month ago, I had yet to loose to any guy that I have played. A month ago I was challenged by a new guy in our ward to a game. I accepted and we placed a little bet on the game. If he lost he had to sing karaoke in a pink tutu at the local pizza place while I simply had to make him dinner if I lost. Can I just say I got completely DOMINATED!!! I lost 15-2!!! I was not embarrassed however because he truely is the biggest BEEF I have ever met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this thurseday I am playing yet another match with a boy in the ward and the stakes are high. If I loose he gets to tie me down and antique me!! If I win he has to jump into our nasty ace pool and when gets out I get to antique him!! I don't think he realizes that they have turned the filter's off to close down the pool for winter and all sorts of nasty things are brewing!!! haha Wish me Luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I forgot to mention that I drilled my nose so hard with my racket, while playing against Mr. Beef, my eyes were watering and my nose felt twice it's original size (didn't think my nose could ever get any bigger!!! ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures from my most recent match in which I got Dominated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SOrxzscyXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-gm4w5FXT5s/s1600-h/Utah+4+Marathon,cooper,+racquetball+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SOrxzscyXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-gm4w5FXT5s/s320/Utah+4+Marathon,cooper,+racquetball+106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254277785688628690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SOrxz5VOgjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-dz8jd2iO8k/s1600-h/Utah+4+Marathon,cooper,+racquetball+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SOrxz5VOgjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-dz8jd2iO8k/s320/Utah+4+Marathon,cooper,+racquetball+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254277789146579506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SOrx0A2qZLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/U3OpLm9oBs8/s1600-h/Utah+4+Marathon,cooper,+racquetball+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SOrx0A2qZLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/U3OpLm9oBs8/s320/Utah+4+Marathon,cooper,+racquetball+084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254277791165867186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SOrx0YTc8mI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bblroq0RHEM/s1600-h/Utah+4+Marathon,cooper,+racquetball+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SOrx0YTc8mI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bblroq0RHEM/s320/Utah+4+Marathon,cooper,+racquetball+100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254277797460636258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SOrx0mfID9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Cmc733GOkv0/s1600-h/Utah+4+Marathon,cooper,+racquetball+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SOrx0mfID9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Cmc733GOkv0/s320/Utah+4+Marathon,cooper,+racquetball+092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254277801267695570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-9135932587283696724?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/9135932587283696724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=9135932587283696724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/9135932587283696724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/9135932587283696724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/racquetball-anyone.html' title='Racquetball Anyone?'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/SOrxzscyXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-gm4w5FXT5s/s72-c/Utah+4+Marathon,cooper,+racquetball+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-1835978602984780929</id><published>2008-07-12T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:58:42.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Not Learned!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I battled the 90 degree weather and ran 16 miles!!!! It took me a really long time but you better believe I did it!!!Many of you might not know this and hope that you don't find this crude, but the last time I ran mileage like that I wore a thong and totally chaffed my anus!!!! Since that unfortunate event in April, I haven't had trouble with chaffing in that area on any of my runs up to 12 miles. So I thought today running 16 miles wouldn't be different, BOY WAS I WRONG!!! I currently waddle and when people ask I tell them that my hip really hurts, little do they know it's because I totally got violated in the worst possible way on my run today!!!! I guess I better invest in some REAL running undies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I only wear them because I thought there was nothing worse than a big wade of fabric bunched up giving the biggest wedgie....wrong again!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-1835978602984780929?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/1835978602984780929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=1835978602984780929' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/1835978602984780929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/1835978602984780929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/07/lessons-not-learned.html' title='Lessons Not Learned!!!!!'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-4759271520036361996</id><published>2008-07-08T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:37:19.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official.....I NEED HELP!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last week I signed up for the Pocatello Marathon in Idaho. I was feeling real good about it until I had the run from heck yesterday. Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past weekend I missed my long run and decided that it would be a good idea  to run it on Monday evening. Can I just say that it was 96 degrees Monday evening!!!!! So I made it 2 miles before I started PUKING my guts out!!! I then turned around and ran back home to have only run 4 miles. I was only short by 10 miles...that's ok night?:( All I could think after the run was "What the HELL was I thinking signing up for a marathon!" To make matters worse, the boy I have a fatty crush on, who is running the Pocatello marathon with me, came by last night so we could do our core workout and said "so Kylee, I saw you puking your guts out on the side of the road!" Are you kidding!!! Does this crap only happen to me?!! I swear I am cursed!!! So if you could maybe leave comments basically telling me how amazing I am, that would be great!!! I need a pick me up!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-4759271520036361996?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4759271520036361996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=4759271520036361996' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/4759271520036361996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/4759271520036361996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-officiali-need-help.html' title='It&apos;s Official.....I NEED HELP!!!!'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-5372211830117675796</id><published>2008-06-06T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:25:39.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acoustic Night</title><content type='html'>This is a video of my friend pere and I singing Realize at our ward accoustic night. We practiced maybe 4 times and we both sort of messed up. Whoops! Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-jeQdYsdLc"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-jeQdYsdLc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-5372211830117675796?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/5372211830117675796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=5372211830117675796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/5372211830117675796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/5372211830117675796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/06/acoustic-night.html' title='Acoustic Night'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-5704365464575194643</id><published>2008-03-15T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:07:14.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of 2007 #8   Football Mania</title><content type='html'>Last October my brother's team played BYU. My family came out for the game and we really had some good times. Here are some pictures from that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wdJvLW1SI/AAAAAAAAAF4/G23DVzZu7i4/s1600-h/shelby+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178045724689356066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wdJvLW1SI/AAAAAAAAAF4/G23DVzZu7i4/s320/shelby+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Shelby really gets annihilated here!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wdJ_LW1TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mF2z_wQs0Lg/s1600-h/shelby+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178045728984323378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wdJ_LW1TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mF2z_wQs0Lg/s320/shelby+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wdKPLW1UI/AAAAAAAAAGI/84YYQXCb1e0/s1600-h/shelby+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178045733279290690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wdKPLW1UI/AAAAAAAAAGI/84YYQXCb1e0/s320/shelby+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wdK_LW1VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/q6MzAxe7tCU/s1600-h/Utah+469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178045746164192594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wdK_LW1VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/q6MzAxe7tCU/s320/Utah+469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 Beafcake!!! aka my bro Rocky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wbdfLW1NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/eEhB3MYq7GM/s1600-h/Utah+2+314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178043864968516818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wbdfLW1NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/eEhB3MYq7GM/s320/Utah+2+314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wbdvLW1OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZzZ_a6Ati0I/s1600-h/Utah+2+313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178043869263484130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wbdvLW1OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZzZ_a6Ati0I/s320/Utah+2+313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wbePLW1PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FrCYgS24TUs/s1600-h/Utah+2+316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178043877853418738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wbePLW1PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FrCYgS24TUs/s320/Utah+2+316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wbevLW1QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HaPzsKsGbb4/s1600-h/Utah+2+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178043886443353346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wbevLW1QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HaPzsKsGbb4/s320/Utah+2+321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        Geeeezzzzz!!!! I love eating the floor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wbfPLW1RI/AAAAAAAAAFw/woKNmAE6c1Q/s1600-h/Utah+2+324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178043895033287954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wbfPLW1RI/AAAAAAAAAFw/woKNmAE6c1Q/s320/Utah+2+324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-5704365464575194643?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/5704365464575194643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=5704365464575194643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/5704365464575194643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/5704365464575194643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-of-2007-8-football-mania.html' title='Best of 2007 #8   Football Mania'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wdJvLW1SI/AAAAAAAAAF4/G23DVzZu7i4/s72-c/shelby+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-3767410688253730089</id><published>2008-03-13T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T11:41:21.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD!!!</title><content type='html'>I was just informed that Nate, my sister's husband, just got into the MBA program at BYU!!!!!! Can I just say FREAK YEAH!!!! Soon I will be reunited with my other half and it feels so so good!! :) Since hearing this great news, I have decided to post pictures of Angela and I in the good times we have had and look forward to the laughs we will soon have!!! Love your buns sis!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wWOfLW1II/AAAAAAAAAEo/v8fW8X2wOhU/s1600-h/Utah+2+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178038109712340098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wWOfLW1II/AAAAAAAAAEo/v8fW8X2wOhU/s320/Utah+2+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of my favorite games. What you do is you say a word and then you have to immediately, without thinking about it, do the face that matches that word and take the picture. This was our mischievious face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wWPPLW1JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7iU4kxO5wb4/s1600-h/Utah+2+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178038122597242002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wWPPLW1JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7iU4kxO5wb4/s320/Utah+2+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wWUPLW1KI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QIkOq9g3FkE/s1600-h/Utah+2+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178038208496587938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wWUPLW1KI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QIkOq9g3FkE/s320/Utah+2+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ice blocking.......good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wWWfLW1LI/AAAAAAAAAFA/J5uSETCwMG0/s1600-h/Utah+2+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178038247151293618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wWWfLW1LI/AAAAAAAAAFA/J5uSETCwMG0/s320/Utah+2+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wWXfLW1MI/AAAAAAAAAFI/B3ZAguI-_ro/s1600-h/Utah+2+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178038264331162818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wWXfLW1MI/AAAAAAAAAFI/B3ZAguI-_ro/s320/Utah+2+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was not staged.....Angela really is goind down the hill backwards. This is her usual face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9n83PLW1EI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DJKVPle1ntI/s1600-h/Utah+2+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177447272536265794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9n83PLW1EI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DJKVPle1ntI/s320/Utah+2+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9n83fLW1FI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fXFpO8WCTOY/s1600-h/Utah+2+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures were taken in the middle of a carnival surrounded by hundreds of people.....yet we still didn't care. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9n84PLW1HI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rF1CIUJ_zyw/s1600-h/Utah+2+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9n78_LW0_I/AAAAAAAAADg/qV3EWiNKcKg/s1600-h/Utah+2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177446271808885746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9n78_LW0_I/AAAAAAAAADg/qV3EWiNKcKg/s320/Utah+2+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9n79PLW1AI/AAAAAAAAADo/sM_IJAzI33k/s1600-h/Utah+2+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177446276103853058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9n79PLW1AI/AAAAAAAAADo/sM_IJAzI33k/s320/Utah+2+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice the FAT cold sore by my lip!! Way hot!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9n79fLW1BI/AAAAAAAAADw/K5P3m2i5F6Q/s1600-h/Utah+2+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177446280398820370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9n79fLW1BI/AAAAAAAAADw/K5P3m2i5F6Q/s320/Utah+2+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9n79vLW1CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7EIAYzblXwU/s1600-h/Utah+2+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177446284693787682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9n79vLW1CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7EIAYzblXwU/s320/Utah+2+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9n79_LW1DI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KauHwK1fkng/s1600-h/Utah+2+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177446288988754994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9n79_LW1DI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KauHwK1fkng/s320/Utah+2+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-3767410688253730089?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3767410688253730089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=3767410688253730089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/3767410688253730089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/3767410688253730089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/03/reunited-and-it-feels-so-good.html' title='REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD!!!'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R9wWOfLW1II/AAAAAAAAAEo/v8fW8X2wOhU/s72-c/Utah+2+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-4705725346555486350</id><published>2008-02-18T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:54:06.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Antiqued!!!!</title><content type='html'>Current Mood: Not Pleased!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at about 1:30 am my cousin Shelby texed me that she was at my door and to come and open it for her. So I got out of bed to see what she wanted. Apparantely she was going snow shoeing the next day and needed to borrow my winter jacket. Of course I let her borrow it. She came into my room and got my jacket and on the way out she said "don't worry I'll lock your door." She was referring to the door that leads into my room. Trusting her I said "thanks!" Next thing I know I am rudely awekened at 4:45 am by a dark figure leaning over me while dumping a sunbstance all over me. I started SCREAMING because I thought someone had broken into my room and was about to kill me. After 4 loud screams the person fell to the ground and started laughing. Wouldn't you know that it was my cousin shelby and she had just dumped a bag of Flour all over my head! I could only see the outline of a body at first because I had flour all in my eyes and couldn't really see. After coming to my senses and realizing what had just happened, I was so so mad that I simply replied, "Shelby, you know I have a huge test to study for tommorrow...leave! So then I tried to go back to sleep in my bed all covered with flour. It didn't quite work. My heart was still pounding from being so scared and my eyes were stinging so BAD from the flour that had gotten in them!!! So I got up to take a shower at 5:30 in the morning. Do you know what happens when you add water with flour? PASTE!! It took me forever to get all of the flour out of my hair. So then I spent the remainder of the night sleeping on the couch with the worlds thinnest blanket!! For those of you who don't know, I get cold really easily and so I basically got no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning when I turned on the light I could not believe how much flour there was everywhere! I am not exaggerating when I say my bed was completly covered, my notes and textbook I had been studying from covered. my scriptures covered, my underware drawer (which was opened) covered, and my shoes that were by my bed had flour all in them. So at work I texted my cousin that she needed to go and clean my room. She said she would and I knew that she had felt bad. Because I can't stay mad at people for long and I hate it when people feel bad, I called her so she wouldn't feel bad and let her know that I wasn't upset anymore. That was until I came home. My bed still had no sheets on it, there was still flour on my blankets that she didn't get off and outside of the door to my apartment was the remnants of all the flour that was previously in my room. A perfect place for it to be tracked all over the apartment!!! All I can say is "how rude!" Oh what a night!!! :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-4705725346555486350?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4705725346555486350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=4705725346555486350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/4705725346555486350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/4705725346555486350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-antiqued.html' title='I Got Antiqued!!!!'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-2180288492329342030</id><published>2008-02-06T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:14:40.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times of 2007 #9......St. Patrick's Dance</title><content type='html'>Last year for St. Patrick's Day My roomates and I went to a stake dance. When we showed up there were about 15 people there and not a single soul was dancing........that is until we should up. So I started working the sash my mom had sent me and we got that party started. By the end of the night there were probably only 45 people there, but It was the best dance I have ever been to. Probably because we could have cared less what people thought and were going nuts all night! I felt like my stomach was the closest it has ever been and ever will be to a six pack because I was laughing so blasted hard!! Ohhhh....Good Times!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6qBIDqjfyI/AAAAAAAAADA/eKIQwAip5Ig/s1600-h/roomies+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164081898156424994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6qBIDqjfyI/AAAAAAAAADA/eKIQwAip5Ig/s320/roomies+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Starting the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6qBIjqjfzI/AAAAAAAAADI/2f_wixfYqRI/s1600-h/roomies+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164081906746359602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6qBIjqjfzI/AAAAAAAAADI/2f_wixfYqRI/s320/roomies+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy officially used the worst pick-up line on me ever!! I wore a shirt that said " I'm your lucky charm." Well he felt it necessary to say and I quote " I didn't know I would find my luck charm tonight?" It's too bad he couldn't charm anything that night. :( Don't you just hate it when people crash and burn!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6qBIzqjf0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/jx-IN-uC-NQ/s1600-h/roomies+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164081911041326914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6qBIzqjf0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/jx-IN-uC-NQ/s320/roomies+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I Love Bri's face in this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6qBJTqjf1I/AAAAAAAAADY/wx_aw4QfBxQ/s1600-h/roomies+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164081919631261522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6qBJTqjf1I/AAAAAAAAADY/wx_aw4QfBxQ/s320/roomies+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Totally working it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6p-KTqjftI/AAAAAAAAACY/wEEcIBTn3kY/s1600-h/roomies+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164078638276247250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6p-KTqjftI/AAAAAAAAACY/wEEcIBTn3kY/s320/roomies+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bring It!! (P.S. We truely did not mean for the rainbow to end where it did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6p-KzqjfuI/AAAAAAAAACg/jeGJwuC5Kgc/s1600-h/roomies+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164078646866181858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6p-KzqjfuI/AAAAAAAAACg/jeGJwuC5Kgc/s320/roomies+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PICK ME!!!! (a slow song came on so Bri and I felt it necessary to go sit in the corner and raise our hands waiting for someone to ask. Can you believe it actually worked? HAHA...Gotcha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6p-LTqjfvI/AAAAAAAAACo/tqfCnVAPpeo/s1600-h/roomies+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164078655456116466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6p-LTqjfvI/AAAAAAAAACo/tqfCnVAPpeo/s320/roomies+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stole that mans heart to the right.....tough break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6p-LzqjfwI/AAAAAAAAACw/dQy05NrKwUM/s1600-h/roomies+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164078664046051074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6p-LzqjfwI/AAAAAAAAACw/dQy05NrKwUM/s320/roomies+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6p-MjqjfxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HbdIVrfnT7w/s1600-h/roomies+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164078676930952978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6p-MjqjfxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HbdIVrfnT7w/s320/roomies+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doing the Ever so FAMOUS Jaynann pose!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-2180288492329342030?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/2180288492329342030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=2180288492329342030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/2180288492329342030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/2180288492329342030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-times-of-2007-9st-patricks-dance.html' title='Good Times of 2007 #9......St. Patrick&apos;s Dance'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R6qBIDqjfyI/AAAAAAAAADA/eKIQwAip5Ig/s72-c/roomies+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-1218699301567583378</id><published>2008-02-03T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:22:47.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is That Victoria's Secret???</title><content type='html'>I have a great group a guy friends, I like to call them the boys in 207, and occasionally on Sunday nights they invite a bunch of people over to play games. The game that we always play is called signs. All you really need to know is that everyone sits in a circle and the person that is it is in the middle. Well, just after  I moved down to Provo, a little over a year ago, we were playing this game called signs. Unfortunately I had been caught with the sign and was now the person that was it in the middle of the circle. As I was standing up to take my place in the middle, my friend Geo, who was previously it, walked passed me to take my seat when he said "Is that Victoria's Secret? I immediately blushed and pulled my shirt down. Laughter immediattely follwed by everyone in the room as Geo was talking about my perfume and not my underwear!!! On the bright side I guess if anyone ever wanted to buy me underwear they would know what kind I like! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-1218699301567583378?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/1218699301567583378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=1218699301567583378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/1218699301567583378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/1218699301567583378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-that-victorias-secret.html' title='Is That Victoria&apos;s Secret???'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-3160952982952998250</id><published>2008-01-15T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:04:19.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten moments of 2007......#1      Halloween</title><content type='html'>Nothing can top last years Halloween. I really think that I had the best costume ever!! I was Paris Hilton as an inmate and my cousin was Nicole Ritchie as an inmate. We struted our stuff at a lot of different parties and I'm pretty sure that I have a fan base now!! :) Hope you enjoy these pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42cMtsyIuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D0oPbnP2U_Y/s1600-h/Utah+2+419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155948890648879842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42cMtsyIuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D0oPbnP2U_Y/s320/Utah+2+419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Cute (my cousin Shelby and my good friend Bri)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42bg9syItI/AAAAAAAAACI/ymCBSy_W4UQ/s1600-h/Utah+2+417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155948139029603026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42bg9syItI/AAAAAAAAACI/ymCBSy_W4UQ/s320/Utah+2+417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't resist......sorry Peacock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42bMtsyIsI/AAAAAAAAACA/BfhnOC4HM5A/s1600-h/Utah+2+413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155947791137252034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42bMtsyIsI/AAAAAAAAACA/BfhnOC4HM5A/s320/Utah+2+413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42bAtsyIrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jfggGWfWjU0/s1600-h/Utah+2+398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155947584978821810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42bAtsyIrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jfggGWfWjU0/s320/Utah+2+398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42a0NsyIqI/AAAAAAAAABw/H2B7okpPPiY/s1600-h/Utah+2+409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155947370230456994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42a0NsyIqI/AAAAAAAAABw/H2B7okpPPiY/s320/Utah+2+409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This makes me want a man REAL BAD!!! My good friends Geo as Hulk Hogan and Bri the cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42ZsdsyIpI/AAAAAAAAABo/rF6diJXQjOg/s1600-h/Utah+2+397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155946137574843026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42ZsdsyIpI/AAAAAAAAABo/rF6diJXQjOg/s320/Utah+2+397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not as dirty as it looks. We were popping our collars at Hannibal Lector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42XOtsyIoI/AAAAAAAAABg/P0prNyvaMCI/s1600-h/Utah+2+394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155943427450479234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42XOtsyIoI/AAAAAAAAABg/P0prNyvaMCI/s320/Utah+2+394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Paris!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42XBNsyInI/AAAAAAAAABY/TSWJq94WwPk/s1600-h/Utah+2+387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155943195522245234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42XBNsyInI/AAAAAAAAABY/TSWJq94WwPk/s320/Utah+2+387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42W2dsyImI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_2WpkT78cxw/s1600-h/Utah+2+384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155943010838651490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42W2dsyImI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_2WpkT78cxw/s320/Utah+2+384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42WkdsyIlI/AAAAAAAAABI/z7H_2rzVkK0/s1600-h/Utah+2+372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155942701601006162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42WkdsyIlI/AAAAAAAAABI/z7H_2rzVkK0/s320/Utah+2+372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42WENsyIkI/AAAAAAAAABA/Xv-hgVmd1fA/s1600-h/Utah+2+374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155942147550224962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42WENsyIkI/AAAAAAAAABA/Xv-hgVmd1fA/s320/Utah+2+374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice Tinkerbell in my handbag!!! My good friend Peacock is a scarecrow.....I thought he really should have been a peacock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42Vu9syIjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6GaHW3KNdr8/s1600-h/Utah+2+370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155941782478004786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42Vu9syIjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6GaHW3KNdr8/s320/Utah+2+370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was Paris Hilton as an inmate and my cousin was Nicole Ritchie as an inmate for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-3160952982952998250?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3160952982952998250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=3160952982952998250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/3160952982952998250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/3160952982952998250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/01/top-ten-moments-of-20071-halloween.html' title='Top Ten moments of 2007......#1      Halloween'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R42cMtsyIuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D0oPbnP2U_Y/s72-c/Utah+2+419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-1829139406137176626</id><published>2008-01-14T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:02:47.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt Sweat Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R4xTTtsyIhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_rHar_M6Qt0/s1600-h/Utah+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let the embarrassments continue!!!  The other night i went to the gym and ran for 50 minutes on the treadmill and did another 30 minutes on the bicycle.  I worked out real hard; and to say that I was sweaty is an understatement.  Niagra Falls had nothing on me!!!  So as my cousin and I were leaving the gym, this guy pushed me out of nowhere.  Of course I immediately shot him a look like "What the heck!"  The expression on my sweaty face then turned to "Oh Freak!"  Wouldn't you know that the two guys in my new apartment complex I had taken a liking to  where standing right in front of me at the gym.  The guys then asked me how I was and I responded "oh...sweaty."  All I wanted to do was continue facing them as I walked out the door backwards because I had noticed in the locker room that I had the WORST BUTT SWEAT EVER!!!!!!  I didn't walk out the door backwards and I am positive that they didn't miss the creak that had formed on my buttox!!!  Better luck next time I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/R4xS29syIgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/uaIiQsDjy0o/s1600-h/Utah+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-1829139406137176626?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/1829139406137176626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=1829139406137176626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/1829139406137176626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/1829139406137176626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/01/butt-sweat-anyone.html' title='Butt Sweat Anyone?'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650512810918420964.post-1966681838283042575</id><published>2008-01-12T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:16:16.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Place,New Faces, New Embarrasments!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This year I have really started off with a BANG! I recently just moved accross town into a new apartment where I was way excited to meet new people and hopefully hot boys. :) Well I have met new people but not quit exactly in the way I had imagined. Here's what happened. At my new place we have a pool and a hot tub. I love hot tubs and wanted to go in REAL BAD late one night. The pool and hot tub is surrounded by a gate and you have to have a key to get in. Seeing as how I had just moved in, I had no clue where our key was to the hot tub. As luck would have it the door was left unlocked and I wouldn't need a key. So you better believe I got in my swim suit and went straight for the hot tub. As I was pulling the tarp off the hot tub I realized how deathly afraid of water I am and didn't want to be alone at 11:30 at night. So I was leaving the pool area when I tripped over my size 10 FEET and fell right on the door. Truely this wasn't happening. I had just locked myself inside of the pool area, which is outside and 25 degrees, in my swimsuit at 11:30 at night. What was I suppose to do? I sized up the fence and realized that there was no way I could climb it unscathed. Crap, my cousin was still laughing histarically from her window on the top floor, being no help, and I was still freezing my buns off outside. Just then two boys were walking across the secong floor. So I yelled "EXCUSE ME! DO YOU LIVE HERE?! I AM LOCKED IN AND DON'T HAVE A KEY! As it turns out they had lost their key along with another girl I had stopped on the stairs. I finally yelled to my cousin to stop laughing and go ask her roomate where their key was. Crisis averted. My cousin had a key and I was set free. I was set free but I can not escape the humiliation of being the girl who locked herself in the pool area!&lt;br /&gt;It's wierd, I had a dream about this once, only it was a hot prince that saved me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650512810918420964-1966681838283042575?l=kyleekraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/feeds/1966681838283042575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650512810918420964&amp;postID=1966681838283042575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/1966681838283042575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650512810918420964/posts/default/1966681838283042575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleekraze.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-placenew-faces-new-embarrasments.html' title='New Place,New Faces, New Embarrasments!!!!!'/><author><name>Kylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070747733468692921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E3be5yNW0M/TDNhFq2_DjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/739M8EEcGE4/S220/4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
