<?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-732697089063715018</id><updated>2012-01-22T08:57:03.407-06:00</updated><category term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Something that happened. . .</title><subtitle type='html'>In the life of Carlie Mecque</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-2941862213219322325</id><published>2012-01-19T12:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T14:36:02.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Girl....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Men are great.&amp;nbsp; They &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are.&amp;nbsp; Without them, babies would have to be genetically engineered. Women would have to do hard labor, and I am not just talking about pushing a baby out of your vagina.&amp;nbsp; I am talking about building things with your &lt;em&gt;hands!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Our nails ladies... OUR NAILS!&amp;nbsp;We would&amp;nbsp;HAVE to have&amp;nbsp;a woman president.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sexist against my own sex&amp;nbsp;BUT&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;am slightly worried that if women ran the world&amp;nbsp;1 of 3 things would happen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1-&amp;nbsp; Lots of &lt;strong&gt;strongly worded letters&lt;/strong&gt; would circulate from country to county.&amp;nbsp; Hurting feelings EVERYWHERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2-&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Wars would break out every&amp;nbsp;other day&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;because someone was told their hair needed a touch up, or&amp;nbsp;because rumor had it Germany is now BFF with Switzerland.&amp;nbsp; AND THIS WHOLE TIME THEY TOLD US THEY JUST DIDN'T WANT TO GET CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!! ...Those jerks&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;3-&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Nothing would happen&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; We'd all be too scared to make a decision.&amp;nbsp; We'd be looking to a man to back&amp;nbsp;us up on&amp;nbsp;our completely irrational decisions and of course they wouldn't be there, because in this scenario, &amp;nbsp;men don't exist. SO, ice cream would sell like gold and chick flix would be playing 24/7 in every theatre ...and inevitably our society would collapse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There are just a &lt;u&gt;few&lt;/u&gt; reason why I like men.&amp;nbsp; I think they are good for us.&amp;nbsp; They keep us balanced (for the most part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As much as I love me some good testosterone, I also have a desire for the "perfect man."&amp;nbsp; A man that says shiz like this:&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zSYrJjekpOU/TxheNe0wQCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1DTPyMIxzsw/s1600/126030489541782318_Q9rsMtfT_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zSYrJjekpOU/TxheNe0wQCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1DTPyMIxzsw/s320/126030489541782318_Q9rsMtfT_c.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And then I would say something like, "YES!&amp;nbsp; SERIOUSLY!&amp;nbsp; I'M SO GLAD YOU GET IT. Today was so hard.&amp;nbsp; I just hate getting back into work after such a nice relaxing weekend!&amp;nbsp; Gee, I love you. Thanks for understanding...and looking so good doing so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JE-Q_xcJybU/TxhePBO4VVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HMRkzCPdZkQ/s1600/145593000423136259_dPcHBsEz_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JE-Q_xcJybU/TxhePBO4VVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HMRkzCPdZkQ/s320/145593000423136259_dPcHBsEz_c.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and then I would say something like, "OMGOSH! You are the absolute sweetest guy!&amp;nbsp; you care about every living thing even if it causes you discomfort.&amp;nbsp; you're so sensitive...and hot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLuzDS0gbiQ/TxheQ21_zaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tIYEM1CIiE8/s1600/149533650097232403_nH0iRUy3_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLuzDS0gbiQ/TxheQ21_zaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tIYEM1CIiE8/s320/149533650097232403_nH0iRUy3_c.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and then I would say something like,&amp;nbsp;"THANK YOU!!! I have been trying to tell people that for ever now!&amp;nbsp; I was waaaay into owls before it got all big and what not!&amp;nbsp; Now it's lame because EVERYONE and their dog (like the one you rescued) is obsessed with owls.&amp;nbsp; Now I have to find something else cool and hipster yet totally understated to like.&amp;nbsp; geez!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyr60cyqnic/TxheSiBNe-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/X5dqjO05Zf8/s1600/181903272418951938_5oMKm9GV_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyr60cyqnic/TxheSiBNe-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/X5dqjO05Zf8/s320/181903272418951938_5oMKm9GV_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and then I would say something like, "I figured babe. I like to leave my stuff laying around just for YOU.&amp;nbsp; I know that when you come home from a long days work that you'd rather see my crafty mccrafterson stuff all over the house.&amp;nbsp; You are soooo welcome.&amp;nbsp; Love you snugga!&amp;nbsp; Gorge smile btw"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J1IP5i1SLFQ/TxheUYJyQFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QLISAG2tmUg/s1600/223561568972054119_ooTDjb28_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J1IP5i1SLFQ/TxheUYJyQFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QLISAG2tmUg/s320/223561568972054119_ooTDjb28_c.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and then I would say something like, "Good call!&amp;nbsp; ...See, if we put the bed on the north wall it would leave more room for the new dresser I want to re-due.&amp;nbsp; Then if we paint the south wall bright green that would be so sexy for an accent wall.&amp;nbsp; I love it!&amp;nbsp; Lets do it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ed1dgYrjpwg/TxheVxh62MI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cbXUY9I9xAY/s1600/249668373062077335_yTVKijyD_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ed1dgYrjpwg/TxheVxh62MI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cbXUY9I9xAY/s320/249668373062077335_yTVKijyD_c.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and then I would say something like, "Seriously babe!&amp;nbsp; I knew you'd get it.&amp;nbsp; I mean, aren't books clubs suppose to be about expanding your literary views, not chatting about stuff we could talk about every other day.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention, aren't book clubs suppose to be for funzies and not to join a Christian regime??&amp;nbsp; IDK.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad you get it babe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;.......................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HOWEVER, when we come back to reality we remember that if all men WERE actually like that, it would be no fun.&amp;nbsp; No balance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's when I think to my self,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is why God gave Me Girl Friends!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you all my Besties with&amp;nbsp;OUT testies!&amp;nbsp; I love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-2941862213219322325?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2941862213219322325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=2941862213219322325&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2941862213219322325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2941862213219322325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2012/01/hey-girl.html' title='Hey Girl....'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07830020470933716021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6w0WnqeAOK8/Th3U_5dm3mI/AAAAAAAAADg/xHVRD4bFZqw/s220/f2343c34a8f9__1301803959000%2B-%2BCopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zSYrJjekpOU/TxheNe0wQCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1DTPyMIxzsw/s72-c/126030489541782318_Q9rsMtfT_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-114854504674784200</id><published>2012-01-17T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T12:40:58.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF have I been??</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't you like to know....&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suckers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I will tell you a few thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First of all&lt;/strong&gt;, I have NOT been in Europe.&amp;nbsp; I have NOT been having the time of my life.&amp;nbsp; Not to say that everyday life isn't rad and all.&amp;nbsp;But&amp;nbsp;I would hardly call the last&amp;nbsp;year of my life "everyday."&amp;nbsp; ...then again, maybe it is.&amp;nbsp; I have NOT been to the circus (even though I begged to go).&amp;nbsp; I have NOT been to the Broadway show, Wicked.&amp;nbsp; I seriously considered it though.&amp;nbsp; I sure did.&amp;nbsp; I even looked up the cost of the ticked.&amp;nbsp; Then I said something like this, "ARE YOU FRAKING KIDDING ME!!??!&amp;nbsp; WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE TO CHARGE THAT FOR A TICKET?!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...and then I remembered that they are wicked and they are bad A and can charge whatever the F they want.&amp;nbsp; Point is, My cheap A did not go see wicked (despite my best efforts).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I have thought about blogging.&amp;nbsp; My life has been nuts.&amp;nbsp; Most the stuff I have been going through I haven't wanted to publicly talk about.&amp;nbsp; Once things settled down (which in all seriousness was about a week ago), I thought, I have nothing interesting to say.&amp;nbsp; Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again!&amp;nbsp; I thought, Dang It!&amp;nbsp; I am funny!&amp;nbsp; People miss me!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My audience NEEDS me!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back by popular demand (ok, 2 people said something)... MEEEE!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cRN-rmTrW9s/TxXAOfbP7NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7FugBP4h9AI/s1600/PS_0717_POPULAR_DR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cRN-rmTrW9s/TxXAOfbP7NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7FugBP4h9AI/s320/PS_0717_POPULAR_DR.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-114854504674784200?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/114854504674784200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=114854504674784200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/114854504674784200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/114854504674784200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2012/01/wtf-have-i-been-wouldnt-you-like-to.html' title='WTF have I been??'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07830020470933716021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6w0WnqeAOK8/Th3U_5dm3mI/AAAAAAAAADg/xHVRD4bFZqw/s220/f2343c34a8f9__1301803959000%2B-%2BCopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cRN-rmTrW9s/TxXAOfbP7NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7FugBP4h9AI/s72-c/PS_0717_POPULAR_DR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-7247347561965219671</id><published>2010-12-01T14:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:02:49.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take that year 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;These are the events of the night:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/TParjvOfpcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/T4P4o1LUqWE/s1600/1274689729861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/TParjvOfpcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/T4P4o1LUqWE/s1600/1274689729861.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt; we bought a camera at best buy.&amp;nbsp; It pretty much rocks my world.&amp;nbsp; We bought one a couple years ago.&amp;nbsp; We had a love affair with it.&amp;nbsp; It got stolen. we were sad :(&amp;nbsp; Our heats were hurting.&amp;nbsp; That all stopped last night.&amp;nbsp; After much research and stressful money planning (not really)&amp;nbsp; we decided to get the Cannon sd1400is.&amp;nbsp; Its really cute and black.&amp;nbsp; I'm into that.&amp;nbsp; Brett doesn't care at all.&amp;nbsp; As long as it can take a picture then he's good to go.&amp;nbsp; I am really happy with it thus far.&amp;nbsp; I went a little nuts taking pics last night.&amp;nbsp; But hey who can blame me.&amp;nbsp; New things are exciting (for instance when I first got my lifeguard whistle I was so excited, I rolled down my window and blew that thing the whole way home).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/TPZ7h-g1N2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Oaj072O4eIk/s1600/007.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="240" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545755814799947618" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/TPZ7h-g1N2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Oaj072O4eIk/s320/007.JPG" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next &lt;/strong&gt;we went to Goodwood bbq.&amp;nbsp; We kind of love that place.&amp;nbsp; Why??? Thanks for asking,&amp;nbsp; I'll tell you.&amp;nbsp;. . &lt;em&gt;The cheesy potato skins&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Yes, they might be a heart attack waiting to happen but at least I'll die happy.&amp;nbsp; I usually get that for my meal but last night we got it for an appetizer.&amp;nbsp; Brett got a steak and I got a salad.&amp;nbsp; I loved it.&amp;nbsp; The salad really takes the edge off the guilt situation.&amp;nbsp; Then they brought us&amp;nbsp;a complimentary desert. "Awwww, thanks guys, you really shouldn't have. . . Psych!&amp;nbsp; yes you should have!"&amp;nbsp; It was delightful.&amp;nbsp; There is a pic of us eating it below here.&amp;nbsp; It was really nice to spend money and not worry about too much about it.&amp;nbsp; YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="150" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545755854592706946" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/TPZ7kSwKiYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PF5RwCq7kvE/s200/015.JPG" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;we went home and played &lt;em&gt;3D mini golf 2, &lt;/em&gt;because we're sooo cool.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaaaaaaad theeeeen &lt;/strong&gt;. . . .. . .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (bwaahahahahahaaaa, wouldn't you like to know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/TPZ7igQsuwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZWuMcqSqNSk/s1600/017.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545755823859088130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/TPZ7igQsuwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZWuMcqSqNSk/s320/017.JPG" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bed at 10:45&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; What a delightful Evening/night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do have a little something something to say about marriage....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When you get married you willingly and ignorantly sign up for the hardest trial of your life.&amp;nbsp; If you want to tell me other wise, I'm going to have to say you've been stoned your WHOLE marriage, or you are a liar.&amp;nbsp;(or you have kids, I don't actually know how that compares)&amp;nbsp;Thats NOT to say that there aren't the absolutely joyous and rewarding moments you'll ever have.&amp;nbsp; I think some people go into marriage thinking it is going to resemble having a sleepover with your BFF for life.&amp;nbsp; I'm here to tell&amp;nbsp;you it's not the case.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am so grateful to be married to such a wonderful man.&amp;nbsp; He is so kind, so tender, so loving and beyond forgiving!&amp;nbsp; He lets things go with out a second thought.&amp;nbsp; That is such an example to me.&amp;nbsp; He is a the best teacher for me.&amp;nbsp; From&amp;nbsp;good and fun lesson to extremely hard lessons to learn.&amp;nbsp; Through the thick and the thin, the blood sweat and tears of marriage, I am so glad It's him I get to go through this chaos with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-7247347561965219671?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7247347561965219671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=7247347561965219671&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/7247347561965219671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/7247347561965219671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-that-year-5.html' title='Take that year 5!'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/TParjvOfpcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/T4P4o1LUqWE/s72-c/1274689729861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-7664484767882226410</id><published>2010-11-19T17:36:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T18:33:15.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scootin' quirks</title><content type='html'>As some of you peeps out there know, I have a scooter. It is an awesome Italian one. Not to be confused with a cheap Chinese one. . . .no offense. . . His name is Buddy Holly. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love him. I do, I love scooter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I for sure enjoy that little guy. He is rather delight some to drive around on. I wanted a motorcycle but went back and forth with the idea. For 1: I didn't want to look like a dyke (no offense). For 2: The money. . .lets just be honest, scooters are cheaper. So I went with a baby blue Genuine scooter. It made me feel very Euro. I liked that yo. I drove it to work every darn day this summer. Rain, sleet and hail. (ok, fine. . .the sleet and hail thing was a bit dramatic) Some days when it rained I had to stay at work until it let up. That would have been more annoying except I liked my job a lot and I liked the people I work with so it made it all better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I felt like I was in a parallel world. SERIOUSLY! I never realized how different certain roads were from a scooters point of view. Everything smelt sooo good too! Going down university ave. at lunch time was unbearable! Taco bell, Wendys, McDonald's! Usually gross places, right??!!? WRONG! It smelt like heaven. I started to notice other scooterists (scooter&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ites&lt;/span&gt;? scooter&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ees&lt;/span&gt;? . . . . &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;) and motorcyclists that commuted at the same time. We became friends ish. It was like an un said club. I felt pretty bad A on my baby blue scooter. HA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am debating a few things. . . I need all y'alls advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I get a transformers sticker and put it on him??? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Autobot style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541422588216868002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/TOcWe_j9_KI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JVVE6b5hq-c/s320/Autobots-3D.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I get a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bacausa.com/Internet/AboutBACA.php"&gt;B.A.C.A.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sticker and put it on Buddy Holly?? (Imagine a bright blue scooter in that group!!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541417871421538098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/TOcSMcIU_zI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eyu72DGpAKA/s320/BACA1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541420784238368066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/TOcU1_N-lUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3qynejWce5M/s320/3454230305_532f0a0bcb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me know your thoughts on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So one thing that I liked to do while I scooted a long was this: whistle at construction workers. I've actually done it many times from a car or whatever but its really fun when your on a scooter. Some of you are probably wondering why on earth would you do that?? Funny you should ask: Would you believe me if I said reverse karma?? Prob not, no. OK well, I think it brightens up there day! Yes, some, perhaps most are weirdos BUT there are those ones like my brother in law or some other good guys I know that would think its hilarious. Why not, ya know!! Just a quirk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mention I get 80 miles to the gallon?!      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Down side&lt;/span&gt; of driving a scooter: Sometimes if you the only at a light, it won't register you! WAAA!! Super sad, not to mention embarrassing! Me and Buddy were just to small to be seen!! Hannah was with me once and sat at a light for 10 minutes! It was traumatic! (actually we were laughing so hard we were falling off) Finally a car came up behind us and the light turned green right away. Running over to the cross walk and pushing the button is a good solution OR turning right then turning around a going straight thought the light. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541421914973921378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/TOcV3ziV4GI/AAAAAAAAAQA/u-vfdrfBzWk/s320/Barbourka-38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There ya have it! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541419600849529122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/TOcTxGwF6SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FbxinAO1uLc/s320/Barbourka-38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-7664484767882226410?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7664484767882226410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=7664484767882226410&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/7664484767882226410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/7664484767882226410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/11/scootin-quirks.html' title='Scootin&apos; quirks'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/TOcWe_j9_KI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JVVE6b5hq-c/s72-c/Autobots-3D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-2250473401292381111</id><published>2010-11-02T21:54:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:59:25.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Warning: Long post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all want to be heard, understood, noticed, comforted, loved, acknowledged, and accepted. We all crave human contact. In the world/culture we live in it's really challenging to get that. Yes we have our spouses, yes we have our parents, siblings, friends, neighbors and relatives. We can hug and kiss and sit next to all these people . . . but something is still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have pin pointed a good idea on how we got here. People don't know how to confront anyone anymore. I don't blame any ONE party. A very normal way to confront someone is in a passive way so you don't shock or "offend" anyone. That is a very poor way of communicating. If you go about it aggressively then you are "mean." However, if you confront someone in an assertive way (the &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; way) Then they will usually think your mean anyway. The person being confronted usually feels so uncomfortable either way that they try there darnedest to get it out of the way as soon as they can, by any means possibly. Telling someone what they want to hear is a very common one. Denying it (which quit honestly honestly just embarrasses them) OR the classic victim mode kicks in. FABULOUS! Way to dodge that responsibility! Then the person who was confronting ends up leaving feeling like crap and doesn't want to attempt that again. And so goes our circle of garbage communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time I believe that people have just shut down. Emotionally mostly. That is why we live in such a physically dominant culture. Sex appeal runs EVERYTHING. Abuse is so prevalent. Fighting and promiscuous attention is so much easier then &lt;em&gt;REAL &lt;/em&gt;communication and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came things like &lt;em&gt;my space&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;facebook&lt;/em&gt; ect. Perfect. We can keep everyone super super close but oh so far way all at the same time. I have facebook. I use it all the time. I think it can be a really good thing. A great way to stay in casual contact with people. I have a few issues with it. I will explain those with bullet point (mostly beacuse I love bullet points)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People become lazy with friend ship. They fill like it is ok to comment on someones status every once in a while and that makes them a good friend. News flash, YOUR WRONG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Venting your brains out about what a victim you are is really pathetic. We all have crap in our lives. That's really the one thing we all have in common. It's how we handle those trails that define us. Venting about how sucky your life is on facebook is really lame. Your NOT the exception so get over it. If you have a bad day every once in a while go for it, write about how ready for the day to end you are. But everyday?? That's called depression a really negative attitude. Get some counseling, get on some meds, eat better, excersise, do SOMETHING to make your self feel better! Your really NOT the exception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meanness! EWWW! Facebook is not the place for friend or family squabbles. talk about Inappropriate! I know that you really truly do believe that you are totally right in saying the mean thing (yes, there mean) you do. Sometimes it is more important to just be nice! Go figure, I know, its crazy to think about respecting other peoples believes, decision, lives, whatever it may be. Back the F off. All your doing is making people not like you. I repeat, &lt;em&gt;All your doing is making people not like you&lt;/em&gt;. For good reasons too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Political and religious nonsense. I know it is a heated topic. and that is exactly why I am saying I suggest knocking it off. If you have about 150-800 friends don't you think someone will strongly disagree with you one way or the other?? It's one thing if you say something along the lines of, "I was really uplifted today. I believe in Christ! I love my beliefs, they make me a better person." or for politics, "I am looking forward to voting and letting my &lt;em&gt;respectful&lt;/em&gt; voice be heard." Why does it have to be so contentious. I have seen so many different discussions for religion and politics. Both sides end up looking like total morons more often than not. I believe that friendships are not worth ruining because of political or religious crap on facebook. How pathetic guys! If you want to blog about it. GO FOR IT! Its YOUR blog! If you choose to talk with people in private conversations then go for it. I could go on an on about this but I won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last but So not least. . .If your peg and getting married or got divorced, don't you think it would be really respectful or nice or even meaningful if you told those really close to you before you announced it on facebook??? I sure do! It's pretty much a slap in the face in my opinion. All it says to me is we really aren't that close. If that's the case then right on. At least I know where we stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Facebook and things like it are not the way to make your self feel better and be heard.  Build real relationships,  find a higher power (God, buda, whatever),  I guess what I am trying to say is find meaning in your life and you won't need to suplement on facebook.  In my opinion it is a super long process.  I am adviously still working on it all.  ALWAYS!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know this was a long post. I don't even know if it made that much sense. I just have been thinking these thing and wanted to word vomit it. There you have it. &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/732697089063715018-2250473401292381111?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2250473401292381111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=2250473401292381111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2250473401292381111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2250473401292381111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/11/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-6224268710221803960</id><published>2010-08-28T12:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T13:56:03.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned</title><content type='html'>I have observed quit a bit this summer working at a public pool. I thought I'd share some of the wisdom I have acquired these past few months. Let me just say that I don't mean to offend anyone if you do any of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never under any circumstance wear a skin colored swimming suit. Let me be a little more specific. If you are Black, don't wear a black swimming suit. If you are pasty white, don't wear a pasty white swimming suit. If you are tan, don't wear a nude colored swimming suit. It just makes you look ridiculous. Every one is constantly turning there head to double check if you are wearing clothes or not. It makes you look naked. What gives it away to people that you are in fact NOT naked is that you don't have nipples. Close call!! You may be thinking that your swimming suit isn't that close to your skin color. . . double check. Make sure it's at least 4-5 shades difference and try to have some sort of design on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't wear or let your kids wear a swimming suit that don't fit them. Saggy butt swimming suits are not cute. And more often than not they are see through. siiiiiiiiiick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No one,  seriously, no one wants to see you make out with someone else in the pool.  I don't care how old, young,  good looking or what not you are.  Go home.  Or to a car.  or. . . to a hotel.  I don't care.  Just not in or around the pool.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't want to shock anyone so make sure you are sitting down. Ready?? Life guards are in fact alive. GASP! If you and telling a few of your bffs that you are having an affair (while I watch your kids drowned because you are to pre occupied with your conversation to watch them) make sure your not around a life guard. Actually, I take that back. I hear some awesome stuff. Keep up the good work. It's entertaining. Just thought I'd give you a heads up that we do hear things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This one will offend some people. But hear me out. I have pretty decent reasoning. Don't put your little kids in bikinis. I'm talking age 1-14 ish. I don't give a rats if an older teenager or adult is in one but little kids?? Ok, now here is why. Pedophiles. Do you even realise how many are out there. Grow men or even women that more often than not look pretty harmless. Sometimes you just don't know. If you live in a place where you think that your kids are safe. I've got news for you. . . YOUR NOT! We had the chief of police come talk to us about this exact thing. In Provo city! Public swimming pools are at the top of the list of places pedophiles like to hang out. They just sit there are stare at kids. It may be cute to you that your kids are in a little flowery bikini but let your kid have the choice or not. Like when they are older. The other reason why I say not to put them in a bikini is because they don't have boobs. So it doesn't keep the suit where it is suppose to be so it moves around a lot. I see dozens of little kids walking around with the swimming suit at there neck and there nipples out. I don't think anything of it and MOST people don't either but for pete sake not all people are pure minded. I know that was an intense one to talk about but there is my prospective on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Now I am on to Covering up too much at the pool. Listen up y'all! You're at a swimming pool!! Why are you wearing knee length shorts and t-shirts! It's heavy for one. For two it's not covering up as much as you think. You see, it gets wet and then gets skin tight to your bod and shows EVERYTHING anyway. But then you just look goofy. If it's because your worried you'll get burnt. Put on some sun screen. If it's because you feel self conscious, those wet, baggy clothes aren't hiding a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I suggest you watch your kids. I don't mean pretend your watching them while you text or eat or tell some other moms that your having an affair or that your husband doesn't make enough money for you. Like actual parenting. Let me give you some example: If your standing right next to your 1 1/2 year old that is walking into 3 feet of water and you think she/he is fine so you decide to stare at the clouds or talk to someone. Then the lifeguard (me) See's them fall and aren't able to sturdy them selves back up so while they're touching your leg they are also drowned so I have to run over there and grab them while your right next to them. It's a little silly if you ask me. That poor scared little kid. A slip up every once in a while is totally understandable. But if it happens 2 or even 3 times on a 4 hour period you need to get a nanny and be a little more grateful that you are fertile enough to have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on but I won't. Maybe later but not right now. (you lucky ducks you). And just a suggestion, when a lifeguard saves your kid maybe say thanks to them. Not glare at them. Yes it's my job but if you have a kid that can't swim you really should be the one watching them .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-6224268710221803960?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6224268710221803960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=6224268710221803960&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6224268710221803960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6224268710221803960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-i-learned.html' title='What I learned'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-953818347533617086</id><published>2010-07-29T15:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T15:51:28.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is what it is</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to blog about.  for reals.  Not a lot going on.  Working and . . . yeah.  The things I want to blog about are what you would call "inappropriate" to tell the public.  Not just in a sexual way.  No no, but in more of a "Stop being such an ungrateful snot nosed brat" (that was edited) kind of way.  Also, I have been going through . . . lets just say, odd trials.  I'm sure it's because I'm suppose to be getting stronger and what not.  Ya know, the whole, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger kind of deal"  Some times I believe that. BUT sometimes I think it should be re phrased to be, "what doesn't kill you just makes you a more cynical and slightly more insane"  YEP! I like that better.  It's more truthful lets say. ;)  But seriously, Life is interesting.  It's funny how God decides to answer prayers.  Very funny actually.  Like as odd and painful as that answer was, the way God did it was truly hilarious.  I actually laughed about it.  Yes, I sobbed like a 12 year girl but I had to laugh as well.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho!!  That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-953818347533617086?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/953818347533617086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=953818347533617086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/953818347533617086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/953818347533617086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It is what it is'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-2615494461514983949</id><published>2010-07-10T15:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T16:03:20.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Married old woman vent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright look I really try to be a negative person on here. Life is good you see. But I just need to word vomit on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my blog &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for a sec. (disclaimer: this doesn't mean I am un happy person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lovin' my job. Let me just say that. Pathetic pay but I have a lot of fun and really like the peeps I work with. Also, I get out of the house and get to be in the sun. Me and the sun are BFFs you see. Here is the thing though: Working with a bunch of single people bugs. Most of the guys forget your still a human being and it's ok to chat. The girls are mostly the same as they would be anyway except there are a few subtle differences: They assume you don't need more than your spouse to be your friend (false). and they seem to assume your life is now completed and you have no more dreams or problems for that matter. Let me explain in one word: Disney. Ok, I'll need more than &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; word. They make it look like getting married is the final chapter of ones life. HOWEVER I am here to tell you that is not at all nor has it EVER been the case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So yes, it may be that my life is in such a different place that I feel really out of all there loop OR it could be that our culture is a little off. Any thought?? I would love it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BTW totally weird statistic. if you have a custom licence plate your 60% more likely to cheat on your spouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-2615494461514983949?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2615494461514983949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=2615494461514983949&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2615494461514983949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2615494461514983949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/07/alright-look-i-really-try-to-be.html' title='Married old woman vent'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-2486205271766018818</id><published>2010-06-19T12:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:07:10.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts</title><content type='html'>The Facts are these:&lt;br /&gt;- Every year around this time I get obsessed with blueberries, watermelon and yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;-I use to think Will Farrell was the most hilarious man in the world. However, I find him to be a little pathetic now days. (bless his heart)&lt;br /&gt;-I feel like if you follow a mean statement up with "bless there heart" then it's OK. right?? . . ?&lt;br /&gt;-I think the Amish are the kindest people on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;- I think lady ga ga is a complete nut and bad influence on society. Having said that, I can't stop listening to her music. Also, I love her hair.&lt;br /&gt;-I watch Reno 911 too much&lt;br /&gt;-I have a crush on Dexter Morgan&lt;br /&gt;-I've been married for almost 5 years&lt;br /&gt;-I have no kids.&lt;br /&gt;-I've lost 14 pounds sense last September but it looks like 3. :(&lt;br /&gt;-I'm psychic.&lt;br /&gt;-I get claustrophobic being inside&lt;br /&gt;-I always tell people to "ball up" and don't be afraid to do something drastic to there hair but I am a total baby about my own.&lt;br /&gt;-I fantasize about all sorts of thing when I'm bored. . .and even when I'm not. Anything, really.&lt;br /&gt;-I love big dogs. I'm talking mastiff and great Dane big.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't like cats because they remind me of high school girls.&lt;br /&gt;-I hate skanky shows. But I do love a good romantic twist. Rarely is that ever balanced enough to be worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;-I find church to be really annoying. I can't even put my finger on why. I have lots of ideas though.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm a very loyal friend. I without a doubt notice when people are or are not.&lt;br /&gt;-If I don't like you, you prob deserve it. (no but seriously) BUT I'm working on forgiving you so don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;-I hate when people don't return a phone call. It's rude.&lt;br /&gt;-I think we need to go back a few year in technology so we can all be a little happier and have "real" relationships&lt;br /&gt;-I love my Savior and I couldn't live a day with out him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-2486205271766018818?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2486205271766018818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=2486205271766018818&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2486205271766018818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2486205271766018818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/06/facts.html' title='Facts'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-8790188704435416345</id><published>2010-05-25T11:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:17:46.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats not what she said</title><content type='html'>I went to summer orientation for my new job on Saturday (I'm going to be life guarding this summer). They went over what any job would. ie: your representing us so be good bla bla bla. One thing that was different was the dress code. "you must come to work in our dress code which consists of, swimming suit, shorts, and flip flops." How awesome is that. WAY better than: All black dress clothes, with hair and make up done perfectly! I can handle hair up, flip flops and swimming suit. Then they went over the harassment stuff. (EEK!) That's never been a strong point for me. I find "that's what she said" jokes to be rather hilarious. I know its mildly immature but I don't care really. Also, I find it really hard to not talk about sex. Not in a "dang man, you so hot lets go fornicate in the break room" kind of way but more in a way to just mention it hoping to stop this whole sex is oober taboo thing we've all got going on. Over all though, I'm pretty stoked for my new job. Everyone seems way chill and delightful. I'll keep you posted in case anyone that reads this is dying to know. (sarcasm? . . ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more item on my list of things to write on her. I have bizarre dreams. ALL THE TIME! and I ALWAYS remember them. Its exhausting but at times it can be mildly entertaining, like last night. I had a dream that I was talking to a monkey who was in this sad dilemma. you see, his mom had a really bad shopping problem and due to those sneak attack credit card company's (for monkeys of course) she had gotten in a lot of debt. How they work it out in monkey world is if you can't pay it off then the credit card companies make you dance in front of everyone for EVER! I guess that's humiliating to them.  So her son, the monkey I was talking to, needed to pay it off my stapling houses together for cockroaches or something like that. BUT that is exhausting work for a little monkey. So I helped him and he was happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . .for the record, I do know how weird that is.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475257262072376402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S_wFeH-zrFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3wFaRBoDLio/s320/Baby_ginger_monkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-8790188704435416345?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8790188704435416345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=8790188704435416345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/8790188704435416345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/8790188704435416345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/05/thats-not-what-she-said.html' title='Thats not what she said'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S_wFeH-zrFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3wFaRBoDLio/s72-c/Baby_ginger_monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-8852582388806964565</id><published>2010-05-17T13:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:02:03.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sex and weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't been in Utah in May for 5 years now. I guess everywhere I have gone it's what I define as summer at this time of year. Utah is still in spring mode. Which I guess is what it's suppose to be. The thing is though I'm ready for weather in the 90's at this point. Reason 1: I have a scooter and I love to ride it but not when the weather insists on being so bipolar in one day. Reason 2: I need to get tan. Reason 3: I need vitamin D from the sun. When I have vitamin D then I'm happier. When I'm happier I have more sex. When I have more sex Brett and I are both happier which makes for better conversations and a much higher chance of getting knocked up. Sex in the summer is much better. For instance, less clothes to take off, which means less clothes to put back on (I know it sounds lazy but lets be honest it is a perk). Another reason is the whole tan factor. Being tan is a small delight when it comes be being naked. I'm pretty sure I look thinner and sexier when my skin is brown. woot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random post , maybe. If you were in my head, probably not. Either way my point is this: I really want super hot, sunny weather along with my continual sexual encounters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sex without love is an empty experience, but as empty experiences go it's a pretty good one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Woody Allen &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472316061949869202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S_GSdvsvvJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AZGHG3F5oS8/s320/SunnyWeather.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-8852582388806964565?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8852582388806964565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=8852582388806964565&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/8852582388806964565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/8852582388806964565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-and-weather.html' title='sex and weather'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S_GSdvsvvJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AZGHG3F5oS8/s72-c/SunnyWeather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-2972434443725067273</id><published>2010-05-01T14:56:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:22:43.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5kness</title><content type='html'>I believe I've mentioned before that I was doing a running program called couch to 5k. I didn't have a whole lot of faith in it when I first started. However, this morning I ran my 1st 5k!!!!!! It was snowing, sleeting, raining and hail was hitting me in the face but I ran it and loved it! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466393299455302162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S9yHvmCb2hI/AAAAAAAAAOw/VCHGqJQHvuE/s320/31116_387253287053_573817053_4071259_1758533_n.jpg" /&gt;I literally had a nightmare the night before about running it and woke up in such a bad mood. I called my mom and she got me all pumped up. When I got there I found My mom, Hillary, Hannah, Lyndsey and my moms bestie, Valloy. We all huddled together to try and stay warm. Stretched out and got in line to race. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S9yHwE7_U0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ifGHnz_qd4U/s1600/31116_387253317053_573817053_4071263_3971710_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466393302165137698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S9yHvwIgqSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/3whO1YGx358/s320/31116_387253297053_573817053_4071261_7251248_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we crossed the finish line Brett and Syd were waiting for us, cheering us on. I felt blessed to have that support. My legs felt like Jello. It was am amazing feeling to realize were I started and that I just ran a 5k. I don't know how people do halfs or marathons. That is insane! Good job. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466393307749765954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S9yHwE7_U0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ifGHnz_qd4U/s320/31116_387253317053_573817053_4071263_3971710_n.jpg" /&gt;After the race we all felt energized and exhausted. We got our free stuff and went home. I was soaked and freezing! I took a hot shower, put sweats on and wrapped up in blankets with Brett before I was able to warm up. I'm so proud of my my fam! It was a great support system knowing we were all working towards the same goal. They rock my world and I hope they know it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-2972434443725067273?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2972434443725067273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=2972434443725067273&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2972434443725067273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2972434443725067273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/05/5kness.html' title='5kness'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S9yHvmCb2hI/AAAAAAAAAOw/VCHGqJQHvuE/s72-c/31116_387253287053_573817053_4071259_1758533_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-3259901692705114981</id><published>2010-04-21T10:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T10:52:34.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discount</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hommies! I am now working at a rockin' salon called Stuart Fraser!! It is here in Provo. I talked to the owner and he said I could hook people up for the first little while. If you call in this week and schedule an appointment with me I'll will be able to give you 20% off! So hurry up and call yo! (801) 375-5368&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-3259901692705114981?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3259901692705114981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=3259901692705114981&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/3259901692705114981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/3259901692705114981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/04/discount.html' title='Discount'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-9155613421358187834</id><published>2010-04-05T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:39:02.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uplifted</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZZ2I0TyZkc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZZ2I0TyZkc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This talk was so amazing to me! It made me feel tenderness and peace. What a blessing to me. I have needed that for a very long time. It was truly undeniable. I loved the way he talked about my Savior. It made me realize whats REALLY important and not all the junk in life (I for real feel the need to elaborate but I won't. That's not the point) If something brings you peace!and joy then go with it and run. So for those peeps out there that are all like "Shes so crazy, who knows what that one believes in (I'm "that one")! She's so brainwashed by those Mormons, that poor thing. (that's my fav. ;))!" yada yada yada. Just know I am so grateful for the tenderness and joy I have felt from this last general conference and I CAN NOT deny that. Love to all. I really really mean that. If you have a few mins I recommend listening to this talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-9155613421358187834?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/9155613421358187834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=9155613421358187834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/9155613421358187834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/9155613421358187834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='Uplifted'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-6512279646171846331</id><published>2010-03-23T10:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:19:49.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S6jqHUmOKqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JaXI5xE4Fk4/s1600-h/SLUMBERPARTIESINCRYSTALS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451864760440990370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S6jqHUmOKqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JaXI5xE4Fk4/s320/SLUMBERPARTIESINCRYSTALS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am hosting a Slumber parties party. For those of you that know what it is, awesome. For all the rest of my peeps I'll briefly explain it. Its like on of those jewelry, or Tupperware, or candle party. EXCEPT, This party has lingerie, lotions, . . . and all sorts of amazing girlie things. The type of things a lot of people are to embarrassed to go to Dirty Joe's and buy. Soooo, this is a fun comfortable way to check it out and have a fun girlie night out. Its going to be at the club house by my house. If anyone would like to come (and I cant figure out for the life of me why you wouldn't so don't make up a silly excuse) leave me your email and I'll send you the address. Its going to be &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Monday the 29Th at 6:30pm!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a link to the site: &lt;a href="http://www.slumberpartiesbymicheles.com/"&gt;Slumer parties&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 8px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 6px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451863390104832066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S6jo3jsnyEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/O_ydesPBxmU/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-6512279646171846331?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6512279646171846331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=6512279646171846331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6512279646171846331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6512279646171846331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/03/slumber-parties.html' title='Slumber Parties'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S6jqHUmOKqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JaXI5xE4Fk4/s72-c/SLUMBERPARTIESINCRYSTALS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-5723832857313630117</id><published>2010-03-20T21:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:41:21.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I find you I'll hurt you</title><content type='html'>Here is the thing. I've complained about it before but here I go again. . . Wait for it. . . .wait for it. . . . . . . . .. . .. . .. . .. IF I FIND OUT THE PERSON I THINK STOLE MY CAMERA REALLY DID STEAL MY CAMERA I WILL GRAB THE BACK OF THEIR HEAD AND SMASH IT AS HARD AS I CAN INTO THE NEAREST BRICK WALL OVER AND OVER AGAIN. :) . . . . . . .. :)&lt;br /&gt;. . . here is why, I don't misplace thing, really I don't. Not to say it isn't possible, which is why I have torn my small as a pea (not that that's bad, I rather enjoy it) condo apart a few time. I've looked all over my siblings homes and my parentals home and still no camera. Very odd. I just don't get why people feel its ok to steal. Lame-o's! (TO THE DEATH!)&lt;br /&gt;But in my mourning over the loss of my dear sweet camera I have attempted to find the same one online or in stores and I cant find it anywhere which makes this whole thing even worse!!! waaaa! I love/miss my camera (if you couldn't tell. and really if you couldn't then re read this people!!)&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-5723832857313630117?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5723832857313630117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=5723832857313630117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/5723832857313630117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/5723832857313630117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-find-you-ill-hurt-you.html' title='If I find you I&apos;ll hurt you'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-954311605099341613</id><published>2010-03-08T12:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:30:16.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with the sickness</title><content type='html'>so I had a fantabulous weekend with my familia in Scofield. It was rather delightsome. Basically what we do up there is eat, eat, eat, watch movies, eat, ride snowmobiles, get dragged on a sled that is tied to a snowmobile, have snow ball fights, eat, sleep, eat and oh yeah, eat.  The thing is my bod isn't use to me eating that much sugar and dairy and getting thrown around like that so now I look and feel like a battered house wife and I have a throat and sinus thing. HA! was it worth it. . . not the food part but freak yes to the rest!! I'll post pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW:  &lt;a href="http://howcouldyounott.blogspot.com/"&gt;This chick&lt;/a&gt; is having a giveaway. you should check it out. plus, her blog is pretty entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-954311605099341613?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/954311605099341613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=954311605099341613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/954311605099341613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/954311605099341613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/03/down-with-sickness.html' title='Down with the sickness'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-5239229934411705941</id><published>2010-02-17T23:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:20:23.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>not a lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I really don't have that much going on lately. I've been doing a running program called &lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;couch to 5k&lt;/a&gt; (yes, I've been that out of shape). I've gotten wicked shin splints. I mean, they are killer! I've been doing stretches and exercises for them and i think that is helping. I went to&lt;a href="http://www.runnerscornerutah.com/"&gt; runners corner&lt;/a&gt; and got some rad running shoes this week. Hopefully I will see some improvement with those also. On my not running days I have been doing &lt;a href="http://www.zumba.com/us/"&gt;Zumba&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://provo.org/rec_center.main.html"&gt;Provo rec center&lt;/a&gt;. Totally recommend it!!! No lie, it is just a blast! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439463640358386482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S3zbXIQ2-zI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/z_i10KLT3vQ/s320/ZUMBA1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here is the thing: you would think that after eating better for 3 months and doing 30-60 minutes of cardio 6 days a week, that I'd loose more weight. I've lost 5 pounds &lt;strong&gt;supposedly&lt;/strong&gt; but it doesn't feel like it. I don't get it. I thought this whole cardio thing would work. . . hmmm. I know that being slightly negative about it won't help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I can say I've noticed though: I have felt better mentally. My face has gotten a little tan being out side. I have more energy throughout the day. My self esteem has raised a bit because I know I am working hard and improving my self (who wouldn't feel great about that?). and to top it all off it has giving me more hobbies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So overall I'm glad I'm doing all this silliness.  Wish me luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439463648489880562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S3zbXmjju_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/_CEOC8UaKpk/s320/girl_running_on_beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(pretend this is me, will ya?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-5239229934411705941?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5239229934411705941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=5239229934411705941&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/5239229934411705941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/5239229934411705941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-lot.html' title='not a lot'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S3zbXIQ2-zI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/z_i10KLT3vQ/s72-c/ZUMBA1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-179204273644531664</id><published>2010-02-01T17:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:38:50.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can only imagine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only Imagine what it will be like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I walk by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine what my eyes will see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When your face is before me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surrounded by your glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will my heart feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I dance for you Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or in awe of you be still?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I stand in your presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or to my knees, will I fall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I sing hallelujah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I be able to speak at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine when that day comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I find my self standing in the Son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine when all I will do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is forever, forever worship you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surrounded by your glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will my heart Feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I dance for you Jesus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or in awe of you be still?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I stand in your presence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or to my knees, will i fall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I sing hallelujah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I be able to speak at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only imagine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Artist: Mercy Me)&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433420005336629634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S2ditRWXQYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0S1-Isqhd8Y/s320/jesus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so unable to express the love I have for my SAVIOR! He takes away my pains, my sorrows, my grief, my sins. He heals me in ways I didn't know where possible. He atoned for ME! ME! It is hard to say or even think with out getting shaky at the knees. I worship him! I praise him! I owe all I have to him! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-179204273644531664?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/179204273644531664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=179204273644531664&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/179204273644531664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/179204273644531664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-can-only-imagine-what-it-will-be-like.html' title='I can only imagine!'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S2ditRWXQYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0S1-Isqhd8Y/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-4793003225670216180</id><published>2010-01-26T10:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:45:17.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>j dawgs</title><content type='html'>There is this delightful place in Provo called J Dawgs. It makes me happy. It is a place where they make ginormous hot dogs smothered in "secret sauce" onion, pickles, banana peppers, and on occasions sauerkraut. I use to hate hot dogs until I found this place. True story! I could eat them every day and never get sick of it. I just don't due to the small fact that I will get fat. NO BUENO! However, it is still there tempting me. SO yesterday while my BFF Amber and I were working out we decided it would be a fabulous idea to go to J dawgs (check out the irony in that). It was a fun date. We sat there and devoured those suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431084308630583106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S18WZ1Eft0I/AAAAAAAAANw/tQ8V3UczBhI/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S18WZRzWPMI/AAAAAAAAANo/hwYGDvLN5Bc/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431084299163417794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S18WZRzWPMI/AAAAAAAAANo/hwYGDvLN5Bc/s320/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I find it to be a hard task eating one of these delightfulnesses with out making a catastrophic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S18WYwvcvXI/AAAAAAAAANg/FanHLufWkOA/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431084290288696690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S18WYwvcvXI/AAAAAAAAANg/FanHLufWkOA/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the face of a happy little eater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S18WYcg9jiI/AAAAAAAAANY/aJNZqCJODz4/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431084284859223586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S18WYcg9jiI/AAAAAAAAANY/aJNZqCJODz4/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S18WX424YeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7-HU8gn4P-c/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431084275287482850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S18WX424YeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7-HU8gn4P-c/s320/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and THEN to top off our outing we saw the best outfit EVER!!! you really had to be there to appreciate it. It made me want to hug her!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431087927533703106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S18ZseiPD8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/rLkrKeI371A/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail Hot dogs and good friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-4793003225670216180?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4793003225670216180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=4793003225670216180&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/4793003225670216180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/4793003225670216180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/01/j-dogs.html' title='j dawgs'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/S18WZ1Eft0I/AAAAAAAAANw/tQ8V3UczBhI/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-1768512181793668329</id><published>2010-01-21T11:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:50:34.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just venting</title><content type='html'>I don't like to talk about religion.  It causes arguments you see.  Even if in a passive aggressive way (and yes, you are being passive aggressive even if you don't want to admit it!!. . . .well, OK, that was directed to a certain few).  It funny to be how how people will talk about how they want there beliefs and views to be respected YET it doesn't go both ways!!  Tell me how that is fair.  Look, is that REALLY REALLY TRULY being Christ like??!?!?!?!??  um, if it is then count me out!!  That is absolutely not the Christ I believe in.   If you think I am part of a brain washed colt and I am not "saved" then I've got news for you. . . I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!    I am at peace with MY maker!  I think its fabulous you have memorised the bible and know everything that is "evil" about the Mormon church.  Congratulations!  Here is a bloody gold sticker.  I'm so sure God is tickled that friendships (even as old as 26 years) have been ruined.   Lovely.  That's exactly what he wants.  Way to be a "Christian!"  OH PLEASE PLEASE LET ME BE LIKE YOU!! Sign me up for that garbage!  My God cares more about how we treat other than how damn right we are.  Fun fact! &lt;br /&gt;p.s. I am aware that is post isn't "Christ like."  (lo siento)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-1768512181793668329?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1768512181793668329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=1768512181793668329&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/1768512181793668329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/1768512181793668329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-venting.html' title='just venting'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-2642388712979923223</id><published>2010-01-18T12:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:26:55.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm worried about Nie Nie</title><content type='html'>I have been following a blog that most people in the blogging community know about. Nie Nie Dialogues.  Her story is very touching.  Her blog is very inspiring.  Every time I look at her blog I want to be a better person.  I feel gratitude for my life, for who I am and where I belong.  She is such an example to me. &lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been worried about her.  She has been in the hospital so her husband was updating her blog. Neither of them however have updated the blog in a couple days.  Normally I wouldn't think much of it except she or her husband updates the blog everyday I believe.  Also, I had a weird dream that I was at her funeral and my dreams always freak me out because of reason which I will not disclose  (sorry, you'd think I was crazy). &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Please pray for her and her family.  and if you haven't been following her blog I recommend it.  &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nie Nie Dialogues&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-2642388712979923223?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2642388712979923223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=2642388712979923223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2642388712979923223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2642388712979923223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-worried-about-nie-nie.html' title='I&apos;m worried about Nie Nie'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-6321309071161405860</id><published>2010-01-11T13:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:57:36.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth ness</title><content type='html'>To be fair I stole this jewelry idea off a friends blog.  I couldn't help my self.   (Thanks Aubrey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have tendencies to be slightly morbid and find things amusing that most people find a little strange or "off putting."  So I'm told anyway.  Well when I saw this bit of silliness I was slightly giddy inside.  TOTALLY LOVED IT!!  &lt;a href="http://www.inhabitots.com/2010/01/05/kim-kovels-recycled-gold-milk-teeth-charms/#more-27129"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-6321309071161405860?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6321309071161405860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=6321309071161405860&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6321309071161405860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6321309071161405860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/01/tooth-ness.html' title='Tooth ness'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-5122003382204098577</id><published>2010-01-04T22:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:14:40.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on New Years</title><content type='html'>There has been those years that I have made goals and there are those years where I basically decided goals are a waste of time and make me feel worse so why do them. Neither way has really worked for me. A few years ago I started making goals in September. Realistic goals! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; mean to but realised after about 4 years Ive been making goals not in January but in September. Its worked better for me than The whole January cliche. Not to say if you make goals in January your suck. I'm for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rizz&lt;/span&gt; not saying that. I not Mr. Cliche number 1 fan ya know? Also I tend to hate . . . no no, LOATHE ENTIRELY January &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; End of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;. Something about the cold and ice and snow (and because of our dumb place, lack of snow removal) and darkness things just seem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; worse than they are. I just try and survive These next few months. On a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; note I've been working out 6 days a week for over 3 weeks now. Hopefully people will notice, including my self one of these fine days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-5122003382204098577?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5122003382204098577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=5122003382204098577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/5122003382204098577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/5122003382204098577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-on-new-years.html' title='Thoughts on New Years'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-3512493595722096181</id><published>2009-12-17T18:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:59:36.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneakster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;adj. &lt;strong&gt;sneak.i.er, sneak.i.est&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sneaky: &lt;/strong&gt;marked by quiet and caution and secrecy; taking pain to avoid being observed; "a fugitive manner," "a sneak attack," "stealthy footsteps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Webster Dictionary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those times in my life where I feel the need to sneak. Its just imprinted in my DNA I guess. I find my self being sneaky when is not even needed. I find it to be rather fun and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;delightsome&lt;/span&gt;. Every once in a while, when the mood is just right I will come across someone who is need of a good sneak at the same instant I am. I will then recruit them with my telepathicness. Whatever it is I am up to at the time it is always fun. Whether it be spying on a neighbor and making up fake scenarios in my head about them. Or buying Christmas presents while the person you are buying them for is in the same store. Or showering with you hubby at your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt;. (always a classic) OR my lovely sneakiness the other night (sorry I can not disclose of it at this time. . . prob never to be honest) For that I have to high five my friend Amber. Girl friend you rock. Thanks for sneaking with me. and to all you fellow sneakers out there HELLO and I've got your back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-3512493595722096181?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3512493595722096181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=3512493595722096181&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/3512493595722096181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/3512493595722096181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/12/sneakster.html' title='Sneakster'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-538400122747068907</id><published>2009-12-08T13:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:33:08.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;last Monday Brett and I celebrated our fourth anniversary. It's hard to believe I've been a married woman for four years. Kind of blows my mind. It's gone by so fast, and on the other hand its gone by so slow. I love Brett so much, I want to name a few reason why: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; kind and tender with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never yells or gets mad (unless its sports) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He does the dishes all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves to snuggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oober&lt;/span&gt; good looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is very motivated and there for is a great provider&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is the most patient person I know of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes me laugh every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is beyond smart, I am always amazed at how fast and accurate he is at doing math and story problem, usually ones I come up with. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves me very much, regardless of how irritating I can be at times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves kids and is so cute with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He lets me be who I am, he as never tried to change me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is only a short list. He is so amazing and I love him so much. He is the perfect man for me. I know that if I hadn't of married him I wouldn't be who I am today. He makes me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marriage is a very hard thing. No lies. It isn't always a walk in the park. But What I can say is it is very very worth it. We have over come many things together. Every time we go through a rough patch I later realize how much closer we have become because of that. I have been very blessed to be married to such a stud. God has been so good to us and played an irreplaceable role in our marriage. I am so grateful for how far we have come together and for the amount of love we share. Love is the greatest thing in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412964370060515586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Sx62altNmQI/AAAAAAAAANI/I-RheoXsc6Q/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great day. We went to breakfast at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mimi's&lt;/span&gt; cafe. Then Christmas shopping. Spent four hours at Color me mine. I painted a huge tea mug and Brett painted a cereal bowl. It was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flippin'&lt;/span&gt; fun. I found it very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt;. Then we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tepanyaki&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lyns&lt;/span&gt; and Ken and there smallest offspring, Lily. A rather perfect day I must say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-538400122747068907?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/538400122747068907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=538400122747068907&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/538400122747068907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/538400122747068907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-years.html' title='4 years'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Sx62altNmQI/AAAAAAAAANI/I-RheoXsc6Q/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-5185979879900211516</id><published>2009-11-28T14:49:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:28:18.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgivingness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Thanksgiving was fabulous, just like all the others. The extended family came over to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;parental&lt;/span&gt;. It was so great. I loved getting the food ready talking with Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Milah&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mama&lt;/span&gt;. It was great to officially listen to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; music without feeling like a dork. Everyone stayed until 10 and even 11. We played lots of games and drank egg &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nog&lt;/span&gt; and with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sprite&lt;/span&gt; (Random I know, but try it) It was really great. I felt very blessed. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 11px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 3px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409261561048016338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SxGOuvNxJdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7XBs24y0fys/s320/thanksgiving09.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409266226694728994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SxGS-UGoLSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ec0LY684gA4/s320/thanksgiving09.jpg" /&gt; here is is up close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409267648336368418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SxGUREIaEyI/AAAAAAAAANA/wc9hbq2HAkg/s320/Template+44.jpg1" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409267637433808914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SxGUQbhCOBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/SNcjX-jAkNM/s320/Template+44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-5185979879900211516?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5185979879900211516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=5185979879900211516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/5185979879900211516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/5185979879900211516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgivingness.html' title='Thanksgivingness'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SxGOuvNxJdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7XBs24y0fys/s72-c/thanksgiving09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-3619748312759263519</id><published>2009-11-19T15:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:33:53.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To fold or not to fold</title><content type='html'>That is the question. I have a massive pile of laundry in three over flowing baskets sitting in front of me. It's one of those things I usually don't mind. I turn on a good TV show (right now its Lost) and I fold away. It goes pretty fast once you have a rhythm. No big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dealio&lt;/span&gt;. Here's the thing though. Someone (**cough cough Brett cough cough**) pulled all there clothes out looking for something. and then keeps "forgetting" to put them back. So now I either have to do it or look at them all over the floor. Because I'm just that awesome, and lets be honest, not a lot is going on, I'm going to do all the laundry and thrown around clothes. I love having it all done. That's the best feeling in THE WORLD. . . . . . . maybe that's a bit dramatic. It's a great orderly feeling lets just say. Wish me luck. I really hope I don't drown in it. That would be a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405928432111217410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SwW3RGUsawI/AAAAAAAAAMY/svLdb10pvFM/s320/laundry+pile+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-3619748312759263519?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3619748312759263519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=3619748312759263519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/3619748312759263519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/3619748312759263519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-fold-or-not-to-fold.html' title='To fold or not to fold'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SwW3RGUsawI/AAAAAAAAAMY/svLdb10pvFM/s72-c/laundry+pile+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-2005441859014331373</id><published>2009-11-08T18:15:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:21:25.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I enjoyed it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm happy today. I feel good. I have good days and I have bad days, as I believe most people do. Maybe its because my hormones are relatively balanced, maybe its because I slept well, possibly I've eaten something that made me feel delightful (prob not, lets be honest) &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; I'm going to contribute a lot of it to church today. At first, I got there and like most Sundays I had a bad attitude, I played brick breaker on Brett's phone and talked about how someone looks like a vampire, (not that that's a bad thing, vampires are cool) almost had to leave because I couldn't stop giggling about it and I nit picked peoples talks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's back up just a wee bit. For those who know me pretty well know a few things about me. I've never liked going to church. I've never liked getting dressed up, I've never liked being around lots of people, I've recently had a really hard time with . . . lets say. . . everything Mormon. &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; I hate to sensor my potty mouth. (for that reasons I avoid children, and libraries also) However I continue to go to church hoping one day I will feel something besides annoyance and anxiety when I walk out the doors. Some people might be thinking, "For Pete sake woman why do you continue to go!!" and here is why: Long story but in a nut shell I know what it feels like to not be where I know&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; need to be, spiritually speaking. Because of that I went though some things I would not wish on my worst enemy (you know who you are. . . ;) So I know where I need to be and I'm not exactly sure why but here I am. I'm usually on a different wave length then most and see things very differently. I get sick of that and I think that's slightly what contributes to. . . my semi bad attitude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BACK TO THE STORY! While I was sitting there I decided to meditate. It was a really neat experience for me. I started to really feel like I was high off of life. I actually talked to someone I didn't know. I commented in class, and I thought about something other than what I'm going to eat when I get home. I was mighty impressed with my self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This might be boring to most people but to me its something to blog about. I feel great. I feel great that I feel great! I'm so grateful I actually enjoyed church today!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I found a random pic of us at a grocery store in TX late at night. This is how I feel today.)&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 style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401907022330167634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Svdt0PetgVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EYr2D2gjNzE/s320/DSCN0606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-2005441859014331373?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2005441859014331373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=2005441859014331373&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2005441859014331373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2005441859014331373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-enjoyed-it.html' title='I enjoyed it!'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Svdt0PetgVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EYr2D2gjNzE/s72-c/DSCN0606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-1219744110017591969</id><published>2009-11-05T11:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:48:11.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin patch.</title><content type='html'>Every year we go to the Red Barn in Santaquin.  They have this cute little hay ride that takes you to the pumpkin patch so you can pick your own pumpkin. Cute, I know. Its fun to watch the little kids get excited about it and try to carry there own pumpkin.  I love little traditions like this.  THEN what Brett and I do is stick our un carved pumpkin on our front porch that no ones sees and let is sit until January ish.  That is also a lovely tradition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SvMONplm6tI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3jjnuZy2GIg/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400676005812038354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SvMONplm6tI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3jjnuZy2GIg/s320/pumpkin+patch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/732697089063715018-1219744110017591969?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1219744110017591969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=1219744110017591969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/1219744110017591969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/1219744110017591969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin patch.'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SvMONplm6tI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3jjnuZy2GIg/s72-c/pumpkin+patch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-2898908516117664130</id><published>2009-11-02T15:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:40:38.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>Here is the cabin, scrapped, FINALLY! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399624211814586594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Su9RnLnOmOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fhKly4-bCOs/s320/cabin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-2898908516117664130?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2898908516117664130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=2898908516117664130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2898908516117664130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2898908516117664130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Su9RnLnOmOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fhKly4-bCOs/s72-c/cabin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-6741895401538266452</id><published>2009-10-31T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:45:12.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>80's night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its been a while. Im sure you've all been oh so curious to what has been going on with me right. . . ???!!. . . !!! RIGHT?! yes, I'm so sure. Anyway I do happen to have things to blog about just havent scrapped them yet. SO I'm posting from a few weeks ago and possibly I will catch up one of these days.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398790191990398194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SuxbE1pzXPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7zZZ5KVtPDU/s320/80%27s+night.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-6741895401538266452?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6741895401538266452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=6741895401538266452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6741895401538266452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6741895401538266452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/10/80s-night.html' title='80&apos;s night'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SuxbE1pzXPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7zZZ5KVtPDU/s72-c/80%27s+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-6733957244042653373</id><published>2009-10-13T11:17:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:00:12.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions from camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;First confession&lt;/strong&gt;: It was more like a huge cabin and less like camping camping. Although, we didn't get reception and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; had the camping feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392120351709033506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSo5CXFdCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wVnStN6QYRI/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second confession&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lyd&lt;/span&gt;, B, and Lilly drove with us up there because Ken had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt; up at work. We barely had enough room to breathe. Instead of feeling bad they were so cramped I have to admit it was pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392120358757939570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSo5cnrOXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tJFir5G12b4/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392120370662777874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSo6I-ApBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/LxnDuHrW_2s/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSwL4LprAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dYrFCwo6bXk/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392128371975629826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSwL4LprAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dYrFCwo6bXk/s320/183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third confession&lt;/strong&gt;: Christine and I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; . . . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSwK01vIhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g_AgXJq90Nw/s1600-h/193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392128353898537490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSwK01vIhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g_AgXJq90Nw/s320/193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth confession&lt;/strong&gt;: I love to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lyd&lt;/span&gt; and Ken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bahaa&lt;/span&gt; in' around like they use to. They are the coolest ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSwJ0NdF9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/CqOayGcEh5M/s1600-h/198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392128336549713874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSwJ0NdF9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/CqOayGcEh5M/s320/198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firth Confession&lt;/strong&gt;: I had dirt on my face almost the entire time. Four wheeling has the effect on me. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what the hot tub is for right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSvPCoTDkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xUCuEnIp6f0/s1600-h/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392127326808116802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSvPCoTDkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xUCuEnIp6f0/s320/174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Confession&lt;/span&gt; six&lt;/strong&gt;: I think Brett is super cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392136422666303042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StS3gfV4dkI/AAAAAAAAALc/s2YNHcHNrF0/s320/167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession seven&lt;/strong&gt;: I was swinging the poles around at times because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know what I was doing and got is stuck in my hat I made a couple years ago. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bumbed&lt;/span&gt; me out for a second because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;snagged&lt;/span&gt; it and it looks slightly funny now. . . Over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSvOmo1DkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8Aug7kT24LM/s1600-h/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392127319294152258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSvOmo1DkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8Aug7kT24LM/s320/161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Confession eight&lt;/strong&gt;: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know Christine was into fishing but come to find out she is and I love that about her for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392128362877129442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSwLWSZkuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/D-GqGM6dZ1I/s320/169.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Confession nine&lt;/strong&gt;: We were catching fish like crazy. It was the middle of the day and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have the best bate and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; going two minutes with out catching one. No lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession ten&lt;/strong&gt;: I had to fight back tears when we'd catch them and bang them on the head so they'd die. I also hated to watch them flop around as they struggled for life. I sometimes hate that I'm so sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392127307844549730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSvN7_B_GI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fVYmhu7lOf0/s320/155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession eleven&lt;/strong&gt;: I think were rather cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSvNWcbYNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DTbrCTPy_gI/s1600-h/151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392127297767301330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSvNWcbYNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DTbrCTPy_gI/s320/151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession twelve&lt;/strong&gt;: we all fight over the red four wheeler all the time. Its a cabin ritual. BUT I decided this time I like the green one better, Syd didn't know that so though, so they got it. Good job. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSvM6-BD6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O_LxnQ4T8oA/s1600-h/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392127290391990178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSvM6-BD6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O_LxnQ4T8oA/s320/138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Confession thirteen&lt;/strong&gt;: yes, I'm on the red four wheeler because Brett wanted it. Also, I really like snuggling up to him when he drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392130246080196002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSx49w_7aI/AAAAAAAAALU/qGnzsiP0-VQ/s320/129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession fourteen&lt;/strong&gt;: They love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392130238380976834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSx4hFXKsI/AAAAAAAAALM/4mvNN4V6dGk/s320/078.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Confession fifteen&lt;/strong&gt;: I adore my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Lilly. Shes rather delightful.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392120380764959714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSo6umjs-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/X3l3iz0vf-w/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392120387037211234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSo7F9-qmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vl4ESjkq_s/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sixteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: This cake was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; therefore I ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of it!! Naughty Naughty. Good job Christine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392124126505559458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSsUwktZaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/S9UwR1l-Hs0/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession seventeen&lt;/strong&gt;: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand why boys won't smile for pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392124119947185682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSsUYJEjhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q3oTRczf9K4/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Confession eighteen&lt;/strong&gt;: Lots of breastfeeding went on, but no one cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392124109269649666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSsTwXWSQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/yIcwBPhU4uY/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&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;strong&gt;Confession nineteen&lt;/strong&gt;: I think Ken is the cutest dad ever! He got up early with Brooklyn and made them each an egg. I love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392124102518784066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSsTXN0QEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mnUF_SgjKa0/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession twenty&lt;/strong&gt;: Brooklyn loved to go crazy on the four wheeler. So I drove maybe a little fast. Shes was in support of it though. She is a doll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392124092601541506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSsSyRXI4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Qh25vFrAxdY/s320/121.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392141506908517234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StS8Ibnr83I/AAAAAAAAALs/drxmFevVD6U/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession twenty one&lt;/strong&gt;: I find these girls to be rather cute together. They played the whole time. Woke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; up from naps and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392128347634948290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSwKdgYWMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oHfN_x45iTM/s320/194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession twenty two&lt;/strong&gt;: I love my babe! I love the scenery! and I love love love the out doors!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-6733957244042653373?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6733957244042653373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=6733957244042653373&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6733957244042653373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6733957244042653373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/10/confessions-from-camping.html' title='confessions from camping'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/StSo5CXFdCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wVnStN6QYRI/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-3191452343896713110</id><published>2009-10-06T10:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:53:57.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF = Bijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SstllLm7WaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iJjAzreu2Bg/s1600-h/new_iambijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389513068524558754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SstllLm7WaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iJjAzreu2Bg/s320/new_iambijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not really a shopper you see, nor have I ever been majorly into fashion. However, I have this super hot friend who happens to be into both. She started a blog all about fashion and I have to say, it's pretty awesome. She is great at finding what hot and new but finding a whole range of prices, Instead of the expensive prices only. OPTIONS BABY! OPTIONS! Shes super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;savvy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; think shes a rock star for doing this. When she gets 50 followers she is going to start having giveaways. Check them out and if you feel the need, follow away ladies! &lt;a href="http://lovebijo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the link &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-3191452343896713110?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3191452343896713110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=3191452343896713110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/3191452343896713110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/3191452343896713110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/10/bff-bijo.html' title='BFF = Bijo'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SstllLm7WaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iJjAzreu2Bg/s72-c/new_iambijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-734382577044228174</id><published>2009-10-04T16:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:22:25.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canyon outing</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while we feel the need to go out into nature and eat marshmallows and hot dogs.  Weird, I know but we find it rather enticing.  Last Monday happened to be one of those days.  We go to what is now called Vivian Park.  Here's the thing though, when we were wee little tots we use to go up there all the time and never knew the name (thanks to no sign being up) so we decided to name it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tambasco&lt;/span&gt; park.  Even now we still call it that.  It fits.  Almost anyone who knows us calls it that.  Canyon outings just aren't the same with out that park.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I love the fall.   Not what terribleness that comes after so much (winter).  but fall, yes.  I tend to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;claustrophobic&lt;/span&gt; when I'm inside to long.   Being out in nature especially helps with that.   Also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt; with fall stuff is so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SskPNKXfNxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7CDG_jHC-2I/s1600-h/canyon+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388855147921094418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SskPNKXfNxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7CDG_jHC-2I/s320/canyon+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SskPMiOScpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/B3Rpv4o03nk/s1600-h/canyon+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388855137145090706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SskPMiOScpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/B3Rpv4o03nk/s320/canyon+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SskO54C7fKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VxSNLsI_kYo/s1600-h/canyon+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388854816585514146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SskO54C7fKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VxSNLsI_kYo/s320/canyon+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SskO5YzOJQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LLyl0Gv_GnE/s1600-h/canyon+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388854808198128898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SskO5YzOJQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LLyl0Gv_GnE/s320/canyon+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-734382577044228174?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/734382577044228174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=734382577044228174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/734382577044228174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/734382577044228174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/10/canyon-outing.html' title='Canyon outing'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SskPNKXfNxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7CDG_jHC-2I/s72-c/canyon+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-3330503605335841386</id><published>2009-09-29T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:23:13.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We go up to my parents almost every Sunday. We eat dinner and hang out. Usually we play balderdash or scum, along with backgammon in between. Mostly my Dad and Brett. They are so funny how they get so into it. I love how close they are. Last Sunday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bretts&lt;/span&gt; dad and Grandma aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grandb&lt;/span&gt; came to my parents to see us.  They had dinner with us.  It was good to see them. We went on a walk up to the park and watched the sun set over the valley. It was so beautiful. After they went home we played Balderdash.  That game is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;.  Especially when my mom plays for some reason.  In the page she is laughing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt; but trying to hide that she is laughing so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know which answer is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt;.  She is so funny.  I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; with my family.  Sundays are awesome for that reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SsLMCQc99lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ouwZTYFxyuI/s1600-h/sunday+at+M+and+Ds+real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387092443436807762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SsLMCQc99lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ouwZTYFxyuI/s320/sunday+at+M+and+Ds+real.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/732697089063715018-3330503605335841386?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3330503605335841386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=3330503605335841386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/3330503605335841386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/3330503605335841386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-go-up-to-my-parents-almost-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SsLMCQc99lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ouwZTYFxyuI/s72-c/sunday+at+M+and+Ds+real.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-6091243722800264986</id><published>2009-09-28T23:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:18:03.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming in September</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago we went swimming over at the Van Sickles pool. Who are the Van Sickles?? They are the nicest people in the world. Also, they are Lyndseys (my sis) in laws. They have a ginormous pool in there backyard. They are super nice to let us come over. This last time we went, Sherl (Christines mom) Christine, Zack, Zella and there newest addition Enzo came. Zella and my neice Brooklyn have become cute little friends. They are hillarious together. They loved all the floaties. Along with the diving board and the awesome slide. We ate a bunch of food and played around. Brett and Chris of course watched some football game most of the time. The funny thing is I have a ton of pics of Christines cute fam but hardly any of anyone else.  Lyd and her fam, Syd and Chris, Brett and I and Christines fam made up a fabulous day at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SsGU_vPKPWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GVZuUgVWIfI/s1600-h/swimming+3+real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386750452044545378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SsGU_vPKPWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GVZuUgVWIfI/s320/swimming+3+real.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SsGU_JxSt1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/q9sFLgZzuZo/s1600-h/swimming+4+real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386750441987159890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SsGU_JxSt1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/q9sFLgZzuZo/s320/swimming+4+real.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SsGTqFEzvBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AyNiHTV9RuM/s1600-h/swimming+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386748980437957650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SsGTqFEzvBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AyNiHTV9RuM/s320/swimming+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SsGTpe84yPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GoH6LrRvte4/s1600-h/swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386748970204186866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SsGTpe84yPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GoH6LrRvte4/s320/swimming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-6091243722800264986?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6091243722800264986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=6091243722800264986&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6091243722800264986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6091243722800264986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/09/swimming-in-september.html' title='Swimming in September'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SsGU_vPKPWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GVZuUgVWIfI/s72-c/swimming+3+real.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-8452753744286448368</id><published>2009-09-25T11:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:44:03.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will be boys</title><content type='html'>So Brett got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoocked&lt;/span&gt; up by Zack who got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoocked&lt;/span&gt; up by some dude named Richard, and got some wicked awesome tickets to the Rocky Mountain Raceway. They left at 11am and got home at 10pm. Brett, Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Zack all really love cars and everything that goes along with them. When Brett got home he had videos on the camera of, no lie, the the sound of engines. . .more than one. They had died and gone to heaven. Zack has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;convincing&lt;/span&gt; him he needs to be a race car driver. Thanks Zack. ;) They went to a swap before the show and looked at all this old school car stuff, signs, oil, tires, hubcaps, grills etc. They got to race go carts and go where the regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;crowd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad he got to go out and be with the boys and build up that testosterone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SrzzcUwCnCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g_oyDey3H3k/s1600-h/rocky+mountain+raceway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385446922360364066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SrzzcUwCnCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g_oyDey3H3k/s320/rocky+mountain+raceway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/732697089063715018-8452753744286448368?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8452753744286448368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=8452753744286448368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/8452753744286448368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/8452753744286448368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/09/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys will be boys'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SrzzcUwCnCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g_oyDey3H3k/s72-c/rocky+mountain+raceway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-835563136784943704</id><published>2009-09-21T10:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:37:58.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Ritual</title><content type='html'>Today I am not scrapping or writing a cute post about someones wedding or a camping trip or even a fun date night. Today I am blogging about being a wife (all those moms out there you'll agree twice as much I'm sure)&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, Every couple weeks my husband opens the cupboards and frig and says something I'm rather familiar with "we have no food." Now, lets think about this. . . there are times when that is kind of the case, however most of the time he opens it up and panics if we are out of one of these items: milk, peanut butter, jelly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ramen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and/or cereal. &lt;strong&gt;Then&lt;/strong&gt; there are those times when I'm watching the food network and &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; realise we have no food. (which is really annoying because didn't I just spend a million dollars at Costco 2 weeks ago???) So when this catastrophe happens this is what goes down. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I get four pieces of paper. Make list of the following, Costco, Good earth, Meals, farmers market. I then try to plan not just any meals, but healthy meals so we will "live long and prosper", if you will. Which happens to make things expensive and complicated. So I visit, Recipes.com, food network, and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, google. I then break up the items according to the appropriate list. Then I organize them in the order in which they go in the the grocery store, that way I save time and can get in and out. I then proceed to get dressed and find my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; is necessary so I don't have to communicate with the outside world. I head to the stores, get my biz and get home. a few paychecks later and exhausted I take everything out of the reusable "go green" bags and collapse on the couch to attempt to watch food network (don't judge). Brett comes home soon after and opens the frig declaring "we have no food." Go figure. My solution to this is when I am at Costco I get those cakes (also know as muffins, but lets be honest, come on.) put them on the counter and they'll speak for them selves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure some of you are thinking, for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pete&lt;/span&gt; sake, go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; get it all there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; make it so complicated.  I've tried, I can't.  Doesn't work out the same. HA.  I am not a bend over backwards for my husband at every beckoned call kind of person but I am in the mood to eat, A LOT, and I do enjoy making food along with making my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hubbard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happy, most the time. Therefore this ritual goes on about once a month. Today happens to be that day. Wish me luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-835563136784943704?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/835563136784943704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=835563136784943704&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/835563136784943704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/835563136784943704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/09/grocery-ritual.html' title='Grocery Ritual'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-6835654355181713023</id><published>2009-09-17T11:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:29:26.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel and Shauns' wedding</title><content type='html'>Rachel and Shaun got married on 9.9.09. Which was also the 3rd year anniversary of there first date. They got married outside. The weather couldn't have been better. I love outdoor weddings. (I just love being outdoors) They had some really cute ideas. My favorite one was how they had apple beer and root beer for the drinks. People were just sipping on them whole time. I loved that. Then they had peaches and cream and that was quit the small delight. Always up for that! It was great to have the family together and just hang out. I'm really happy for them. They seem like they really make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SrJfntYT8oI/AAAAAAAAAG0/a3C4IkfEwNQ/s1600-h/Rachels+wedding+real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382469640462267010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SrJfntYT8oI/AAAAAAAAAG0/a3C4IkfEwNQ/s320/Rachels+wedding+real.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/732697089063715018-6835654355181713023?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6835654355181713023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=6835654355181713023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6835654355181713023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6835654355181713023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/09/rachel-and-shauns-wedding.html' title='Rachel and Shauns&apos; wedding'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SrJfntYT8oI/AAAAAAAAAG0/a3C4IkfEwNQ/s72-c/Rachels+wedding+real.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-8934560553426810011</id><published>2009-09-11T11:58:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:00:36.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colby and Alicias wedding</title><content type='html'>Colby and Alicias got married on Aug 1st! There wedding was so beautiful. It was really tender. I'm so happy they got married. I adore Alicias and am so glad she is part of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;. They are so amazing for each other. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have all the pics I wanted so I'll post more when I get more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SqqJsOLCJSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WIGPbnJoqjk/s1600-h/wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380264097659102498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SqqJsOLCJSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WIGPbnJoqjk/s320/wedding1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture. To me it shows what a sweet relationship Colby and my Grandpa ha&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SqqIRuDcNtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HNvWWMchIPc/s1600-h/wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380262542849095378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SqqIRuDcNtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HNvWWMchIPc/s320/wedding2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alicia had the best shoes! I was slightly jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SqqHm5u_E-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/H7I0RezAvYc/s1600-h/wwedding3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380261807250150370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SqqHm5u_E-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/H7I0RezAvYc/s320/wwedding3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my favorite part. These pics are so entertaining. I love the looks on there faces. Usually the new wife smashes cake in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hubbys&lt;/span&gt; face. . . not these guys. It was every man for them self. They attacked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. Even if it got on the dress. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/732697089063715018-8934560553426810011?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8934560553426810011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=8934560553426810011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/8934560553426810011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/8934560553426810011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/09/colby-and-alishas-wedding.html' title='Colby and Alicias wedding'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SqqJsOLCJSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WIGPbnJoqjk/s72-c/wedding1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-1582151078812606459</id><published>2009-09-09T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:29:14.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Telling festival</title><content type='html'>We had sooooo much fun at the Story telling festival!  Those story tellers are so talented.  They are so funny and so meaningful. I had no idea what a big deal it was to be a profesh story teller.  My mom and dad wanted to be involved and they know the person in charge so they were volunteers. Because they were they got free tickets. so we got hooked up!  Woot.  I want to start going every year.  Its such a great wholesome activity.  We need more stuff like this in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SqhwZvU3E3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/5vFb1vC0yWs/s1600-h/storytelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379673342397059954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SqhwZvU3E3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/5vFb1vC0yWs/s320/storytelling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-1582151078812606459?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1582151078812606459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=1582151078812606459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/1582151078812606459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/1582151078812606459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/09/story-telling-festival.html' title='Story Telling festival'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SqhwZvU3E3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/5vFb1vC0yWs/s72-c/storytelling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-3753165977342896201</id><published>2009-09-04T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:08:00.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're baaaaack!</title><content type='html'>We left from Amarillo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tx&lt;/span&gt; at 5am and arrived back "home" at 7pm.  Brett was a little sick and exhausted from the night before (packing and all), so I drove all but two hours.  Brett got hilarious because he was so tired.  He was saying the funniest thing.  Singing along to Disney was my favorite part.  Especially when Brett was telling me about The little Mermaid and what a brat she was. HA HA HA HA!!!  Over those 14 hours we got ornery, silly, delirious, hilarious, mad, grumpy, and most of all irritable.  Because I was driving most the time and extremely anxious to get home I had a tendency to speed.  I had to listen to Brett nagging me the ENTIRE time about how I'm going to get a ticket and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;.  well. .  . the thing is, I did.  They'll get you there.  I surprisingly enough was mad.  I had it coming.  Brett enjoyed gloating but then continued to freak out every time I went 5 over.  It drove me nuts.  Literally.  It was so awesome watching the Plateaus turn into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mountains&lt;/span&gt;.  I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Utah's&lt;/span&gt; amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scenery&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;glad&lt;/span&gt; to be back home.  There really is no place like home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SqFf3CabDYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/28z0oZqltlM/s1600-h/road+trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377684829202222466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SqFf3CabDYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/28z0oZqltlM/s320/road+trip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/732697089063715018-3753165977342896201?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3753165977342896201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=3753165977342896201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/3753165977342896201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/3753165977342896201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-baaaaack.html' title='We&apos;re baaaaack!'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SqFf3CabDYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/28z0oZqltlM/s72-c/road+trip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-3241207750258260491</id><published>2009-08-31T23:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:13:19.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadillac Ranch</title><content type='html'>Right off the I40 w in Amarillo there are about 14 ish Cadillacs face first in the ground. You can paint them, get in them, take pics, write, carve, basically whatever. It's so random. Brett and I went one Sunday just to see it because there isn't much to do in Amarillo anyway. When we were walking up to them this insane dust storm came by for a few seconds. It was pretty rad. I felt like Dorthy, in the Wizard of Ozz. It made me happy that there is something so random and delightful out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Spyc43oy70I/AAAAAAAAAF8/1Vylpe_bVds/s1600-h/cadillac+ranch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376344555995197250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Spyc43oy70I/AAAAAAAAAF8/1Vylpe_bVds/s320/cadillac+ranch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/732697089063715018-3241207750258260491?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3241207750258260491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=3241207750258260491&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/3241207750258260491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/3241207750258260491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/08/cadillac-ranch.html' title='Cadillac Ranch'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Spyc43oy70I/AAAAAAAAAF8/1Vylpe_bVds/s72-c/cadillac+ranch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-8416834669422201353</id><published>2009-08-26T20:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:31:51.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea World Delights</title><content type='html'>This summer, while living in San Antonio, we got season passes to Sea World. It was for sure a highlight of my summer. We went a lot. Well, enough to get our moneys worth. Syd and I went once together to the water park and to look at the dolphins. We loved the dolphins! The first few times we went, I refused to go on a ride called the "Great White" I knew I was being a baby about it but it looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;terrifying&lt;/span&gt;. Not so much the actual ride but the pulling up part at the beginning. I finally braved it and went. It was really fun but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure my liver got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dislodged&lt;/span&gt;. Ha. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm not going to lie, I thought the shows would suck or be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cheesy, but they were awesome. A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;llright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, they were cheesy but I still loved them. It makes me feel like a little kid again when I am there. It made me excited to have kids and take them. Maybe its because that way I can justify being so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about the whole place if I have little people with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SpXn734u_vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DW4NwySIUhg/s1600-h/sea+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374456746136764146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SpXn734u_vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DW4NwySIUhg/s320/sea+world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/732697089063715018-8416834669422201353?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8416834669422201353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=8416834669422201353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/8416834669422201353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/8416834669422201353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/08/sea-world-delights.html' title='Sea World Delights'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SpXn734u_vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DW4NwySIUhg/s72-c/sea+world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-8250849868484632407</id><published>2009-08-24T22:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:47:46.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQing</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we had a BBQ with some of the people we have been working with, and have become friends with. It was a delight. While I was scrapping these pics I kept getting frustrated but just figured what the heck they look fine. So here they are. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SpNX5ZfaaKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/K9kyKFMtgZM/s1600-h/bbq1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373735423989934242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SpNX5ZfaaKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/K9kyKFMtgZM/s320/bbq1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SpNV16fN3sI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QPWa8ddjgF0/s1600-h/bbq3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373733165104750274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SpNV16fN3sI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QPWa8ddjgF0/s320/bbq3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SpNUwD1FdTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/28M0UPKt_yY/s1600-h/bbq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373731965021549874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SpNUwD1FdTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/28M0UPKt_yY/s320/bbq2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/732697089063715018-8250849868484632407?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8250849868484632407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=8250849868484632407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/8250849868484632407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/8250849868484632407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-weekend-we-had-bbq-with-some-of.html' title='BBQing'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SpNX5ZfaaKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/K9kyKFMtgZM/s72-c/bbq1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-1634362284159095950</id><published>2009-08-23T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:33:40.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brothers/Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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Here it is. xoxo&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SpBCDtNLhsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uGA8_kLSjrA/s1600-h/summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372866986894919362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SpBCDtNLhsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uGA8_kLSjrA/s320/summer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/732697089063715018-5626801948275760961?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5626801948275760961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=5626801948275760961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/5626801948275760961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/5626801948275760961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/08/bretts-darling-grandmother-aka-gramb.html' title='Arent we flippin&apos; cute'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SpBCDtNLhsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uGA8_kLSjrA/s72-c/summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-1352194637449471487</id><published>2009-08-21T19:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:22:23.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklyn</title><content type='html'>I love my niece! She is the bomb.com. She has so much energy. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; on the go. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lyd&lt;/span&gt; does it. Here are some random pics of her. . .&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/So9EA0BP6tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/s7-nIzGIri0/s1600-h/brooklyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372587661230861010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/So9EA0BP6tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/s7-nIzGIri0/s320/brooklyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/So9EALatqJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XZuWikEzBzI/s1600-h/garden+brooklyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372587650331814034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/So9EALatqJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XZuWikEzBzI/s320/garden+brooklyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this page. This year Buck and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lyd&lt;/span&gt; started a garden. Brooklyn goes out in Garden with Buck and pics veggies with him, puts them in bags and will wait for him until he's done. Its the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cutest&lt;/span&gt; thing I've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/So9D_WZFb7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvACIdDW7jI/s1600-h/sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372587636097904562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/So9D_WZFb7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvACIdDW7jI/s320/sweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Page created by "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;threepaperpeonies&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;daddys&lt;/span&gt; girl! I've loved this pic for so long and just barely decided to scrap it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/732697089063715018-1352194637449471487?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1352194637449471487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=1352194637449471487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/1352194637449471487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/1352194637449471487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/08/brooklyn.html' title='Brooklyn'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/So9EA0BP6tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/s7-nIzGIri0/s72-c/brooklyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-4588290951093625045</id><published>2009-08-20T16:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:02:45.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Audrey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/So3Bi8S8ETI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GLCRNrs7T7s/s1600-h/me+and+audrey+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372162736568144178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/So3Bi8S8ETI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GLCRNrs7T7s/s320/me+and+audrey+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey came to good ol' Amarillo to visit Mike for a weekish. While our hubbards were busy working and being oh so serious we went nuts and had a blast. A little tennis went on, a little swimming here and there, some awesome movies (thats a lie, they were lame), scrapbooking, blogness, something about farms (its best not to ask), possibly a felony, who knows? Audrey had just gotten a new camera the day before and I am obsessed with mine. While she was here I took about 300 pics. (wow, I know) It was for sure a good time. I heart Audrey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-4588290951093625045?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4588290951093625045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=4588290951093625045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/4588290951093625045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/4588290951093625045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/08/audrey-came-to-good-ol-amarillo-to.html' title='Week Audrey'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/So3Bi8S8ETI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GLCRNrs7T7s/s72-c/me+and+audrey+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-7017000501367747086</id><published>2009-08-16T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:43:23.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Grandma</title><content type='html'>I've been remembering you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; lately.  I know you are happy.  I know you are watching and helping me though things.  That helps me when I miss you.  Thanks you for your fun attitude.  Thank you for your laugh.  I think I miss your laugh the most.  I miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things about you, but laughing is so great and I need to laugh more lately so maybe that's why.  I have avoided going to your grave for a year because I didn't want to face it I guess.  I finally went in August.  I didn't want to cry but I probably should have because I needed to.  I will go visit again soon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I know that you are all around.  I know that you love helping me and I thank you for that.  I love you so much.  I miss you terribly.  Say hi to chubbs for me.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SojK_2dXhQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_6Dj_gTihfA/s1600-h/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370765753938576642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SojK_2dXhQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_6Dj_gTihfA/s320/grandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/732697089063715018-7017000501367747086?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7017000501367747086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=7017000501367747086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/7017000501367747086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/7017000501367747086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-grandma.html' title='Dear Grandma'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SojK_2dXhQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_6Dj_gTihfA/s72-c/grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-2682302495820068882</id><published>2009-08-14T23:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:01:41.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilly Elaine Van Sickle</title><content type='html'>Baby Lilly Elaine Van Sickle was born at 8:30am on Tuesday the twenty eighth of July. Weighing 6 pounds 2 ounces. Shes brought the sweetest spirit along with her to bless every life she touches. When you hold her you feel overwhelmed with gratitude for life and how fragile it is. We all started off as tender innocent babies, grew to be wide eyed children looking forward to all the exciting adventures that life holds. Before we knew it we had entered the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;terrifying&lt;/span&gt; ocean of our teen years trying to survive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lifes&lt;/span&gt; scary and exciting waves, tossing us about. By the time we take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deep&lt;/span&gt; breath in we realise we are amazing adults with families of our own. When you hold an infant with so much tenderness and peace within there whole being you can't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for life and find more joy in the things that God has givin us. Having joy is our way of telling our creator "Thank you for my life and everything thing in it, I feel your love!"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SoZGlVnlO9I/AAAAAAAAADk/Ls2D0hTjM3w/s1600-h/lilly4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370057212958161874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SoZGlVnlO9I/AAAAAAAAADk/Ls2D0hTjM3w/s320/lilly4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SoZAIrs-XTI/AAAAAAAAADc/pZuXCaBKfWw/s1600-h/vansickle+fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370050123600387378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SoZAIrs-XTI/AAAAAAAAADc/pZuXCaBKfWw/s320/vansickle+fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have to say. . . that my sister, Lyndsey, is an an amazing woman! She has a 21 month old daughter with as much energy as the sun. Then gives birth to this tiny baby and survies to tell about it. Unbelievable! Good job Lyd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SoZAHXOZmGI/AAAAAAAAADU/Uhvz8Y-GQPQ/s1600-h/lilly3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370050100923570274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SoZAHXOZmGI/AAAAAAAAADU/Uhvz8Y-GQPQ/s320/lilly3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SoZAG77jaBI/AAAAAAAAADM/R7Dn2X73zfg/s1600-h/lilly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370050093596764178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SoZAG77jaBI/AAAAAAAAADM/R7Dn2X73zfg/s320/lilly2.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SoZAGhjKHHI/AAAAAAAAADE/bm7ZnWv3MLE/s1600-h/lilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370050086515121266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SoZAGhjKHHI/AAAAAAAAADE/bm7ZnWv3MLE/s320/lilly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/732697089063715018-2682302495820068882?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2682302495820068882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=2682302495820068882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2682302495820068882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/2682302495820068882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/08/lilly-elaine-van-sickle.html' title='Lilly Elaine Van Sickle'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SoZGlVnlO9I/AAAAAAAAADk/Ls2D0hTjM3w/s72-c/lilly4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-9030123127530304596</id><published>2009-08-11T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:25:11.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer with the other Barborka Fam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SoHaY7YaXmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tnUv6wj3NNM/s1600-h/Barborka+summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368812352594140770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SoHaY7YaXmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tnUv6wj3NNM/s320/Barborka+summer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite this this summer was being geographically close to Jason and Jen.  Jen was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awsome&lt;/span&gt; to come all the way to San Antonio and hang with me many different times.  My Nephews, Decker (5) and Jared (21 months) are the sweetest most well behaved boys.  Decker is so Tender and kind.  He is always making sure people are ok and happy.  Jared loves to laugh at everything and play around.  He is insanely good at figuring out and kind of electronic.  Not to mention they are both big time flirts!! WOW!  I love having Jason as a brother. He's really smart and alot of fun.  We had a blast doing mad libs together!  Jen is an amazing Person.  She is a very gifted mother and wife.  She has been a great friend and strength to me.  I'm so blessed to have her in my life.  Leaving them was hard to do but I'm so  so glad we got to have as much time with them as we did.  Life is great like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-9030123127530304596?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/9030123127530304596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=9030123127530304596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/9030123127530304596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/9030123127530304596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-with-other-barborka-fam.html' title='Summer with the other Barborka Fam'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SoHaY7YaXmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tnUv6wj3NNM/s72-c/Barborka+summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-6664817132126526927</id><published>2009-07-29T18:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:04:45.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Syd and Chris</title><content type='html'>We've been living next to Syd and Chris this summer. Its been way fun. We go kayaking and eat alot. Our latest funness is banging on the walls and trying to annoy each other. Also, we play an insane amount of Bomberman and Fusion Frenzy. It awsome. At times I get scared of how competitive Brett and Chris get (for Rizz  It's borderline psychotic). Were mature like that. Here are some random pics I've scrapped of/with them this summer so far.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SnDiLA6_K_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Mib7pOLbZaM/s1600-h/syd+and+chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364035835052108786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SnDiLA6_K_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Mib7pOLbZaM/s320/syd+and+chris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SnDiKuC3-fI/AAAAAAAAACs/hAHKmXIAKuw/s1600-h/perfect+summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364035829984918002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SnDiKuC3-fI/AAAAAAAAACs/hAHKmXIAKuw/s320/perfect+summer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SnDiKAHNpRI/AAAAAAAAACk/Eh3MjE_AEF4/s1600-h/fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364035817655084306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SnDiKAHNpRI/AAAAAAAAACk/Eh3MjE_AEF4/s320/fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/732697089063715018-6664817132126526927?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6664817132126526927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=6664817132126526927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6664817132126526927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/6664817132126526927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/07/syd-and-chris.html' title='Syd and Chris'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SnDiLA6_K_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Mib7pOLbZaM/s72-c/syd+and+chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-968800760556363103</id><published>2009-07-29T18:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:48:58.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuzko. The dog, not the city</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SnDeZTnUIyI/AAAAAAAAACc/6fVsDFstTKM/s1600-h/kuzco.jpg"&gt;Syd and Chris got a dog. A Pomeranian. He's oober cute. They named him after Kuzko on "The emperors new grove"  not the city in Greece. I'm not so much into little dogs but hes cool. I told them I'll never come over if hes one of those crazy "drop kick" dogs that yap and bike toes and all. They've trained him really well. I'm proud of them! I love when he freaks out when I come over. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364031682541527842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SnDeZTnUIyI/AAAAAAAAACc/6fVsDFstTKM/s320/kuzco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-968800760556363103?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/968800760556363103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=968800760556363103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/968800760556363103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/968800760556363103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/07/kuzko-dog-not-city.html' title='Kuzko. The dog, not the city'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SnDeZTnUIyI/AAAAAAAAACc/6fVsDFstTKM/s72-c/kuzco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-4977182655049513038</id><published>2009-07-29T18:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:02:54.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayaking in Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Sob4Pw_SOnI/AAAAAAAAADs/MW1_sVyjPvE/s1600-h/kayaking2+real+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370252555417959026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Sob4Pw_SOnI/AAAAAAAAADs/MW1_sVyjPvE/s320/kayaking2+real+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided I love kayaking. Its so awsome being out on the water. We went once with just Syd and Chris and then the second time we went with Bretts fam. I always want everyone to have a good time and all but I'll be honest, I secretly want to see people flip over. Its kind of like watching the olympics, I want people to do well and make new records and all but every time someones up on that high beam or going down a hill a part of me just thinks it would be a small delight to watch them fall, even just a little. Its horrible, I know. Anyway, back to Kayaking. It was fun. The water snakes and the ginormous spider webs all over the trees were a little nerve racking but hey, its nature Im in there zone! Bring it. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SnDaqff7XUI/AAAAAAAAACU/2_gwd4RDCW8/s1600-h/kayaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364027579743034690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SnDaqff7XUI/AAAAAAAAACU/2_gwd4RDCW8/s320/kayaking.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/732697089063715018-4977182655049513038?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4977182655049513038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=4977182655049513038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/4977182655049513038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/4977182655049513038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/07/kayaking-in-austin.html' title='Kayaking in Austin'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Sob4Pw_SOnI/AAAAAAAAADs/MW1_sVyjPvE/s72-c/kayaking2+real+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-8585523785664589333</id><published>2009-07-23T21:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:52:53.768-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Independance Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Smkgp5i288I/AAAAAAAAABU/7jvHbY9vwD4/s1600-h/4th+of+July+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We spent the 4th of July in Austin Tx with Bretts family. We have been living and hour away in San Antonio. The weather was awsome. Super hot, but awsome, because I think I'm one of the only people who enjoy the heat with humidity. Lovely combo. Anyway, we hung out at the inlaws for 3 days, Ate a ridiculous amount of food and relaxed. I enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361852735555040194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Smkgp5i288I/AAAAAAAAABU/7jvHbY9vwD4/s320/4th+of+July+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Smkgpb8raLI/AAAAAAAAABM/0m8doG1bxEk/s1600-h/4th+of+July+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361852727610271922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Smkgpb8raLI/AAAAAAAAABM/0m8doG1bxEk/s320/4th+of+July+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkgpH7By-I/AAAAAAAAABE/WGuMqftpvMA/s1600-h/4th+of+july+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361852722234641378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkgpH7By-I/AAAAAAAAABE/WGuMqftpvMA/s320/4th+of+july+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkgohBqedI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YArZHDokYKk/s1600-h/4th+of+july.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361852711793490386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkgohBqedI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YArZHDokYKk/s320/4th+of+july.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/732697089063715018-8585523785664589333?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8585523785664589333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=8585523785664589333&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/8585523785664589333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/8585523785664589333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Independance Day'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/Smkgp5i288I/AAAAAAAAABU/7jvHbY9vwD4/s72-c/4th+of+July+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-732697089063715018.post-4586687346237391034</id><published>2009-07-23T20:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:11:03.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a nut shell</title><content type='html'>Brett and Carlie got married November 30th 2005. In a nut shell Brett and Carlie met in New Jersey while working for the same company. If anyone wants to know more about that, let me know. Instead of playing catch up I am going to start off with this summer and go from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/732697089063715018-4586687346237391034?l=somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4586687346237391034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=732697089063715018&amp;postID=4586687346237391034&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/4586687346237391034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/732697089063715018/posts/default/4586687346237391034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingthathappenedtocarlie.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-nut-shell.html' title='In a nut shell'/><author><name>Carlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242603919250518268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6SKf-x4zPk/SmkXrMu5lYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q8eO5Q1Xm7Y/S220/240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
