<?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-128918567403573935</id><updated>2012-01-11T23:36:00.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristy Lou Kibitz</title><subtitle type='html'>Kibitz is to chat informally, to intrude, or to offer unwanted advice. To me that is the perfect definition for my blog. This is really just a place for me to talk out of the side of my face and I hope it does something for ya! 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Our house is UNDER CONTRACT. We have finished most of the inspections without a single hiccup and I am thinking this is really going to happen. We should settle on February 9th and would moved out on the 10th and 11th. Jon, Anne and Rich will take the U hauls up to Northern Utah on the 11th and I will most likely move in with my parents in the middle of St. George for a bit. We don't want to get stuck in a six month lease on a rental while we get our loan funded and close on&amp;nbsp;a new&amp;nbsp;place....so off to mom and dads Noah and I will go. Hopefully it will only be for a few weeks, but we shall see. I am so excited that I will be living with my husband again soon and that we will get to be our own little family in our own place soon...but I am still very sad to be leaving Southern Utah and all of my amazing friends and family here. I am a big ball full of all kinds of feelings right now, but mainly I am so very thankful that the home has sold and I want to say a big thank you to all of those who I know were keeping us in your prayers. Love to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-429101367519567246?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/429101367519567246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=429101367519567246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/429101367519567246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/429101367519567246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2012/01/sold.html' title='SOLD!'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-2495264370624484096</id><published>2011-09-21T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T16:07:27.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile! (Yes I sung this while I posted it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yufIWYahQGk/Tnf2LkL-GJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/UMuf8CRa8Mw/s1600/noah%2Bon%2BBradlie%2527s%2Bbike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654258535739824274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yufIWYahQGk/Tnf2LkL-GJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/UMuf8CRa8Mw/s200/noah%2Bon%2BBradlie%2527s%2Bbike.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufXENBXTuqo/TnfzsA_kx_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/-LZMGmotlb4/s1600/park%2Bfun%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654255794693392370" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufXENBXTuqo/TnfzsA_kx_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/-LZMGmotlb4/s200/park%2Bfun%2B10.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 133px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Blog followers, sorry I have been slackin'. I hate to say it out loud, but my life feels like it's on hold...so I kinda hate to think about it too much. The house has still not sold though we drop the price again and again, and I am still living the life of a single mom while the the hubster has to work and live away from his family. It's a sad thing. But life DOES go on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet Noah started 7th grade. I can't believe it! He will be a teenager in November. Sometimes I still feel the teenage part of myself, so it will be interesting to be the mother of one. (Pictures of my growing boy provided. One of him at the park in his cool sunglasses and one of him trying to ride his little cousin Bradlie's bike with his super long legs.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon and I after a lot of thinking and praying have decided once again to change our minds on where we are going to live once the house ever sells. We have decided we will live in Saratoga Springs. It is a good central location, it is a nice, small city, it is close to some family (Scott and Lauren live there), it's pretty, and they have great loans available there to make our lives much more comfortable. While there are areas where I would love to live even more (like Daybreak) it will just be much more affordable for us in Saratoga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, not to much more to write about us. Like I said, I feel like my "real" life is on hold. I'm sure I will have  lot more to say when we get ready to move, while we make the transition, and while we live together as a family again.&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/128918567403573935-2495264370624484096?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2495264370624484096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=2495264370624484096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2495264370624484096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2495264370624484096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-been-awhile-yes-i-sung-this-while-i.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile! (Yes I sung this while I posted it)'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yufIWYahQGk/Tnf2LkL-GJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/UMuf8CRa8Mw/s72-c/noah%2Bon%2BBradlie%2527s%2Bbike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-2361546038808408615</id><published>2010-12-31T10:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:31:46.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil or Angel? I Can't Make Up My Mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR4P5XB1UZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NvUoFEsbhFw/s1600/100_1324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556896468330434962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR4P5XB1UZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NvUoFEsbhFw/s320/100_1324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you couldn't tell, that title was to be sung. ;) Don't know if any of you listened to oldies when you were young...but I did... A LOT! So that oldie Devil or Angel came to mind when I was trying to think of a title to describe the blog that would divulge the secrets of my relationship with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Flamin&lt;/span&gt;' Hot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheetoes&lt;/span&gt;. (Especially the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Limon&lt;/span&gt; ones.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' love them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are my absolute favorite junk food item. We can keep chocolate, or cookies in our house for weeks and I can not touch them...but a bag of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Flamin&lt;/span&gt;' hots doesn't stand a chance. So, what is the problem if I love them so??? Well my shear lack of will power when I am in their presence has made me, and continues to make me a fat-a**! So, being that it is New Years Eve, and everyone is thinking about New Years resolutions, I have decided that I have to re-evaluate our torrid affair. While I can not even think about giving them up all together, I do have to turn our relationship from a nightly after hours hook-up into a more responsible adult relationship. Now, I am not saying that I will not miss our "hot" midnight booty calls, or dates (and by dates I mean me, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flamin&lt;/span&gt;' hots and a chick flick) I have to do better for me, and my family. So, sorry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Flamin&lt;/span&gt;' Hots, but you and I need to be "on a break", oh and please don't feel bad....it's not you, it's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-2361546038808408615?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2361546038808408615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=2361546038808408615&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2361546038808408615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2361546038808408615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/12/devil-or-angel-i-cant-make-up-my-mind.html' title='Devil or Angel? I Can&apos;t Make Up My Mind.'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR4P5XB1UZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NvUoFEsbhFw/s72-c/100_1324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-1806253560072095506</id><published>2010-12-30T19:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:48:01.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Group!</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post the Christmas picture of Noah's class at school. They are all in their PJ's because&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR1DSNFf_jI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_SL-oe2W-tA/s1600/100_1609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556671495274495538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR1DSNFf_jI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_SL-oe2W-tA/s320/100_1609.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they had Polar Express day at their school. When they got there in the morning there was train noises playing over the intercom. It was really cute. This year instead of playing games the class had a white elephant gift exchange, and the kids did really well with it. The kids in Noah's class this year are a great group who are wonderful to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, and his teacher is amazing, and cute as can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-1806253560072095506?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1806253560072095506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=1806253560072095506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/1806253560072095506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/1806253560072095506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-group.html' title='What A Group!'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR1DSNFf_jI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_SL-oe2W-tA/s72-c/100_1609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-2210680307042581471</id><published>2010-12-30T17:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:57:00.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas A GoGo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0p_V06XKI/AAAAAAAAAUA/hMIQplfjZ6g/s1600/100_1621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556643683412630690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0p_V06XKI/AAAAAAAAAUA/hMIQplfjZ6g/s320/100_1621.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to have Jon come home for a few days for Christmas, it was so nice!! We were together to watch Noah open all of his loot. Now let me explain that Noah LOVES these little toys called Gogo's Crazy Bones but already has most of the ones that are available here in the United States (there are 5 sets of them and only the first came out here in the good ol' USofA, not to mention all of the special ones that Noah wants that again are not here in the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0okxS4WjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/R8yg3L1YJRY/s1600/100_1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556642127417989682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0okxS4WjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/R8yg3L1YJRY/s320/100_1622.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;USA). More of these toys were what Noah wanted most for Christmas, so I did my shopping early since I had to order his gifts from England! Oh well, it was so worth it on Christmas &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0palNO5SI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nTS_L4KdP6k/s1600/100_1623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556643051886011682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0palNO5SI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nTS_L4KdP6k/s320/100_1623.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;morning when he was so &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0oly_VndI/AAAAAAAAATo/uHfOzuAgSio/s1600/100_1625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556642145052761554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0oly_VndI/AAAAAAAAATo/uHfOzuAgSio/s320/100_1625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;excited!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0olWHBuaI/AAAAAAAAATg/ydOYTVslSqc/s1600/100_1627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556642137300384162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0olWHBuaI/AAAAAAAAATg/ydOYTVslSqc/s320/100_1627.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0olHiGstI/AAAAAAAAATY/1hsYIP1nrEU/s1600/100_1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556642133387424466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0olHiGstI/AAAAAAAAATY/1hsYIP1nrEU/s320/100_1624.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0paall84I/AAAAAAAAATw/we0CCWNAiyU/s1600/100_1628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556643049035395970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0paall84I/AAAAAAAAATw/we0CCWNAiyU/s320/100_1628.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-2210680307042581471?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2210680307042581471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=2210680307042581471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2210680307042581471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2210680307042581471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-gogo.html' title='Christmas A GoGo'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0p_V06XKI/AAAAAAAAAUA/hMIQplfjZ6g/s72-c/100_1621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-6186289634618819004</id><published>2010-12-30T17:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:37:19.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gangs All Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0lJgfWpdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/M5RTxAD8B6c/s1600/group%2B1%2Bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556638360515552722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0lJgfWpdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/M5RTxAD8B6c/s320/group%2B1%2Bsmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Shane family was ALL together for Thanksgiving. This does not happen a lot because some of the gang lives in Texas, but when we get together we have SO MUCH FUN!! We ate tons of Kimmie's YUMMY food, and then played games all night long. The next day we all got together and "tried" to take some family pictures. I say try only because all of the kids were WAY tired, and it was super sunny, yet COLD and so the kids were NOT excited about taking pictures. Oh well, you&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0lJCQIt7I/AAAAAAAAASo/8Wa5y6DD7QU/s1600/grandkids%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556638352398661554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0lJCQIt7I/AAAAAAAAASo/8Wa5y6DD7QU/s320/grandkids%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; take what you can get, ri&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0lJftkuwI/AAAAAAAAASw/UGCzEa6lX3M/s1600/grandparents%2B2%2Bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556638360306760450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0lJftkuwI/AAAAAAAAASw/UGCzEa6lX3M/s320/grandparents%2B2%2Bsmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ght?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0lJ8gnUdI/AAAAAAAAATA/eAvErS8LJxM/s1600/holliday%2B2%2Bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556638368037032402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0lJ8gnUdI/AAAAAAAAATA/eAvErS8LJxM/s320/holliday%2B2%2Bsmall.jpg" /&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/128918567403573935-6186289634618819004?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6186289634618819004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=6186289634618819004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/6186289634618819004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/6186289634618819004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/12/gangs-all-here.html' title='The Gangs All Here!'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0lJgfWpdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/M5RTxAD8B6c/s72-c/group%2B1%2Bsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-8564986976722378474</id><published>2010-12-30T16:11:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:58:57.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a Non-Wimpy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0isg1DAUI/AAAAAAAAASg/0HqzRQkzQsk/s1600/b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556635663367078210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0isg1DAUI/AAAAAAAAASg/0HqzRQkzQsk/s320/b2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Noah turned 12! I can't believe it!! Noah decided that this year he wanted to have a party with his friends. He wanted to have a movie night party, and decided on Diary of a Wimpy Kid as the movie. I &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0hosSmiRI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZD01V3kGwIA/s1600/b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556634498212727058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0hosSmiRI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZD01V3kGwIA/s320/b1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wasn't sure if they would really watch it, but they did. Then they decorated cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;I do this at a lot of Noah's parties because the kids always love it, and it takes up more time then you would think. Next, Noah opened his gifts. His friends had been really thoughtful and picked out things for Noah that they knew he would like. Then they just ran around the house having a great time. Noah loved his birthday party and I am so thankful for his amazing friends and how much they support and love him. They are great kids!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0g6XAWEeI/AAAAAAAAARw/K-pjphXhhi0/s1600/b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556633702225023458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0g6XAWEeI/AAAAAAAAARw/K-pjphXhhi0/s320/b6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0g6jbUATI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sCrqI8rENAA/s1600/b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556633705559359794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0g6jbUATI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sCrqI8rENAA/s320/b5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0g7HTemTI/AAAAAAAAASI/k8zyAZAcsGU/s1600/b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556633715190176050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0g7HTemTI/AAAAAAAAASI/k8zyAZAcsGU/s320/b3.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0aJDtF7qI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2cuLA_f3Hwo/s1600/b8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556626258160643746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0aJDtF7qI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2cuLA_f3Hwo/s320/b8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0aI4ICLGI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GQuP-uGErz0/s1600/b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556626255052418146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0aI4ICLGI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GQuP-uGErz0/s320/b7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0aJf2Z9ZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5S3lsxfw-mk/s1600/b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556626265715897746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0aJf2Z9ZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5S3lsxfw-mk/s320/b9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0aKM7w_WI/AAAAAAAAARA/mMr3hElZFWc/s1600/b11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556626277817974114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0aKM7w_WI/AAAAAAAAARA/mMr3hElZFWc/s320/b11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0aJgd28VI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EpAKl9lQcNU/s1600/b10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556626265881375058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0aJgd28VI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EpAKl9lQcNU/s320/b10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/128918567403573935-8564986976722378474?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8564986976722378474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=8564986976722378474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/8564986976722378474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/8564986976722378474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-noah-turned-12-i-cant-believe-it.html' title='Diary of a Non-Wimpy Birthday!'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TR0isg1DAUI/AAAAAAAAASg/0HqzRQkzQsk/s72-c/b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-2284418695169835223</id><published>2010-12-30T12:21:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:17:28.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Classy Like That!</title><content type='html'>My boy always finds something interesting that he wants to be for Halloween. I have written about this before. This year he wanted to be a masked prince. Sounds easy enough, right? Well Noah of course had very specific ideas on what this masked prince would look like...very specific! I took him to store after store after store looking for the thing he liked to make the costume, to no avail. On one of the trips Jon was in town. He saw a Penguin costume and he knows Noah likes Penguins (a lot) so he suggested it to him. Noah paused...but it was a no go. About a week later I took him to Spirit Halloween over by TJ Maxx and we were determined to find pieces to make his masked prince costume. (My sister and mom were starting to worry and it was freaking them out) I made suggestion after suggestion about this mask, or that cape, or this crown, or this crushed velvet (very expensive) price costume...but no, it was all wrong. Then Noah sees a Penguin costume and says he wants it. In my head I am like...Are you kidding me??? So I ask Noah why when daddy asked he didn't want to be a &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzgiu97NCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/M7in7jtMWdk/s1600/Penguin%2BNoah%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556562927596287010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzgiu97NCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/M7in7jtMWdk/s320/Penguin%2BNoah%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penguin, but now he wanted this costume. Noah looks at me like I'm stupid and says, "Because this one has a bow-tie". HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA This kid cracks me up sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzgi1LB_CI/AAAAAAAAAO4/p8ypLVhZi-c/s1600/Penguin%2BNoah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556562929261870114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzgi1LB_CI/AAAAAAAAAO4/p8ypLVhZi-c/s320/Penguin%2BNoah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzgjCrKZ4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/T5fgLnKXAjY/s1600/Penguin%2BNoah%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556562932886300546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzgjCrKZ4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/T5fgLnKXAjY/s320/Penguin%2BNoah%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here he is in all his Penguin glory! He ended up loving his costume, and had a great time being in his schools costume parade, and playing games in his class.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzgjf9LoWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1YxH9bGTjBo/s1600/Penguin%2BNoah%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556562940746506594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzgjf9LoWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1YxH9bGTjBo/s320/Penguin%2BNoah%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzke5BDJ6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/tR3h9-l9260/s1600/h1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556567259620779938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzke5BDJ6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/tR3h9-l9260/s320/h1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some other highlights from Halloween were my sister and her kids were here during Halloween this year, so Noah had someone to go trick-or-treating with. We made it a family affair with both grandma Holliday &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzkeqeJdzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/E5FS9Dp2cTo/s1600/h3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 294px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556567255716296498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzkeqeJdzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/E5FS9Dp2cTo/s320/h3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Shane, grandpa Shane, Aunt Kimmie, Aunt Katie, Uncle Bill, and cousins Hannah, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzkfq9h8fI/AAAAAAAAAPg/7LpH1cQtL9E/s1600/h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556567273027793394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzkfq9h8fI/AAAAAAAAAPg/7LpH1cQtL9E/s320/h2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyler and Kayla. They all had so much fun...but &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzkf73asII/AAAAAAAAAPo/NyjheJ-6NXI/s1600/h5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556567277565554818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzkf73asII/AAAAAAAAAPo/NyjheJ-6NXI/s320/h5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;especially Hannah and Kayla who both totally "got" trick-or-treating this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(By the way my sister Kim is a "Utah Mom" and for my friends that don't live here in Utah...she is a walking stereotype, and it's funny-trust me. And I am sad I didn't get a picture of my niece Hannah who was a cute little 50's girl. I did get her on video says Trick-or-Treat though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a Happy Halloween!!&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/128918567403573935-2284418695169835223?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2284418695169835223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=2284418695169835223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2284418695169835223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2284418695169835223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/12/hes-classy-like-that.html' title='He&apos;s Classy Like That!'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TRzgiu97NCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/M7in7jtMWdk/s72-c/Penguin%2BNoah%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-1289860983759958086</id><published>2010-12-30T11:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T12:21:22.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Happens For A Reason</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer! Most of you already know this, so I guess I am writing it more for a record then anything else. You all totally have my permission to skip this one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Summer 2010. Jon was having what we will call issues with his place of work and decided with my help to start looking for another job. With the economy the way it is, Dixie is not booming with job potential, so Jon and I talked about other places we would be willing to live. Cali, and Utah were really the only two places we decided we would both consider and we really can't afford Cali on the money that we make....so Utah it is. We decided to open up the search we would start looking up North too. Now I was not totally thrilled with this idea because I do LOVE Southern Utah. I love the beauty here, my family and friends here, and Noah's school and friends here. But, a supportive wife has to do what she's gotta do and  I had to admit that there were not jobs galore here in the South. So, I started scouting the net for the perfect job for Jon....nothing. More days past....more nothing. Then one day while I was searching I had a hit. There was a job with the West Jordan police department with GREAT hours and benefits. It was only open for one week, but Jon applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We waited and waited to hear something, and had just about given up when we got the call. Jon was asked to come up to West Jordan for an interview. We went and decided to make it into a mini vacation, staying with both Scott and Lauren, and Aaron and Diomar. Jon was the last interview of the day (they did about 16 interviews) and he must have made an impression with the panel because he was invited with 4 other guys to come back and interview with the Chief. The only problem was it was an interview for the day after we were supposed to leave. So we asked Aaron and Diomar permission to crash there for an extra day. Jon went to the interview, and we went home. We waited again...a lot. We again started to lose hope that he had got the job (I guess West Jordan likes to really take there time while hiring), but he finally got the call that he was there choice, and now all he had to do was pass a background check. Great! So they sent us the paper work. IT WAS MASSIVE!!! It was over 50 pages of background information they wanted. Jon has done backgrounds for Ivins, LAPD, and the government (TSA) and none of them was anything close to the one for West Jordan. They even did phone interviews with Jon, me, his parents, friends, current employer, and even our neighbors. It was a lot!! After all of this, YES! He got the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We were so very blessed! Jon has now been working there for over 3 months and he loves it. He works the same hours as the court, so he works Monday through Friday 9-5:30 with every weekend and holiday off. It is amazing!! So much better then all of those crazy graveyard shifts, and never being able to have Sundays off to go to church. The people in the department are wonderful and have just taken Jon in as one of their department family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The one down side will be leaving our life here in Southern Utah. Jon has already been gone since mid September, and I miss him so much. I am still here trying to sell the house that we share with Anne and Rich. We pray daily that the right family will be guided to our house. We are tired of being separated. I have been working like crazy these last few weeks on projects to get the house updated and I plan on taking new pictures of it this next week when all the Christmas stuff is put away. Let's hope that helps, because I really don't want to have to do this very much longer. We are very lucky in that Jon has a place to stay up there. He is staying with his brother Aaron and his family. Thank you Aaron and Diomar for your love and support because we really couldn't do this without you. And thank you to Scott and Lauren for also putting us up for visits. We know how blessed we are to have you all as family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We are excited for this new adventure, and know it is what will be best for our family once we are done with all of this separation stuff. We even know where we want to live once we are together up there...now we just have to make it happen. Thank you to all of our family and friends for your love and support. We look forward to the conclusion of this crazy adventure, and we know how lucky we are that Jon got this amazing job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-1289860983759958086?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1289860983759958086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=1289860983759958086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/1289860983759958086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/1289860983759958086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/12/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='Everything Happens For A Reason'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-1720122157110446519</id><published>2010-09-02T14:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:29:51.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires Suck... Can Suck It</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday we had a girls night. We went to Durangos and ate salads. Nom, Nom, Nom!! So Yummy!! The weather here this last week has been amazing and so we were able to eat them outside. Nothing better then good food and fun conversation with friends...especially these ladies because I ALWAYS laugh my freakin' head off around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then it was time to head on over to the theater to go see Vampires Suck. We being the Twihards that we are felt it only appropriate to pay homage to the spoof that came from our obsession, but the word "appropriate" does not apply to this movie in any way. When you see the commercial you think, "Oh, funny and fun" ... well filthy with only moderate haha moments is really what best descibes what we saw on screen. But, hey... at least I wasn't alone for the experience. We went through this "horrific experience" together. It was like a group session after as we discussed the ways this film had done us wrong. Now we must find another movie to go see to make-up for the way we were wronged by Vampires Suck..."bummer"...another girls night. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-1720122157110446519?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1720122157110446519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=1720122157110446519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/1720122157110446519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/1720122157110446519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/09/vampires-suck-can-suck-it.html' title='Vampires Suck... Can Suck It'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-3945770198701465135</id><published>2010-08-20T14:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:59:04.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday!</title><content type='html'>One of these days I will get caught up one here.... just not today. Too many things still not ready to write about. One day you will pull up your blogger and I will have written a book. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-3945770198701465135?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/3945770198701465135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=3945770198701465135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/3945770198701465135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/3945770198701465135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/08/someday.html' title='Someday!'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-487108129631755375</id><published>2010-06-23T15:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:56:41.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Heaven for Little Girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank heaven for little girls... without them what would little Noah do??? Noah is one lucky boy. When he goes to lunch at school, he sits at a big round table full of girls. When Noah gets invited to a party, it is usually a party full of girls. When Noah wants to go on an outing, he wants to invite girls. When Noah plays at school... you guessed it... girls, girls, girls. Thank heaven for little girls!!! Noah adores them, and I will tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TCJ-vdANmDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-qKom0_dYyA/s1600/Noah+at+Sydneys+party+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486086649795156018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TCJ-vdANmDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-qKom0_dYyA/s200/Noah+at+Sydneys+party+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a mother I of course think my son is the cutest, sweetest thing ever. I do realize though, that he is different, and that being his friend &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TCJ-ud7qVVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/d0r_6hsoipg/s1600/100_1082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486086632864634194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TCJ-ud7qVVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/d0r_6hsoipg/s200/100_1082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;must not always be the easiest thing in the world. Noah is lucky however to live here in Southern Utah with some of the sweetest things in the whole wide world....his girl friends. They are amazing! They watch out for him, help him when he needs it, laugh at his silliness, and most important to me as his mother... they include him. I couldn't have asked for better friends for him then he has in&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TCJ-t11bA-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nsUjXW2nDNQ/s1600/100_1023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486086622101046242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TCJ-t11bA-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nsUjXW2nDNQ/s200/100_1023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sydney, Jadzia, Caitlyn, and Kai&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TCJ-u6H2c3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/rmdXmiiv3nE/s1600/100_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486086640431952754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TCJ-u6H2c3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/rmdXmiiv3nE/s200/100_1331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tlyn. You girls make life better for a s&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TCJ-tfQFbVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3uDropinRBw/s1600/100_0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486086616038862162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TCJ-tfQFbVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3uDropinRBw/s200/100_0808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pecial little boy.&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/128918567403573935-487108129631755375?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/487108129631755375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=487108129631755375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/487108129631755375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/487108129631755375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/06/thank-heaven-for-little-girls.html' title='Thank Heaven for Little Girls...'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TCJ-vdANmDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-qKom0_dYyA/s72-c/Noah+at+Sydneys+party+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-2348456067037999602</id><published>2010-06-18T15:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:00:44.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brace Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TBvsdYTDTBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WEWP6Eop4D0/s1600/Noah+at+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TBvsdYTDTBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WEWP6Eop4D0/s320/Noah+at+park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484236960736431122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is WAY late, but Noah got braces (over two months ago) and so I thought I should at least write a blog about it. He hates getting them tightened, but has enjoyed that when his mouth is sore mom lets him have Slim-Fast shakes for breakfast. He also like that he can have so many colors in his mouth and cracks the assistants in the office up every time he describes in detail the colors he wants for his rubber bands and the order they should go in. He has done better then I thought he would with them, and I know I owe that in part to Dr. Beckstrom and his amazing team! They have been so awesome with him!! It really is a blessing to me and to Noah. I know he is my own kid, and to say so seems really vain... but I think he is just about the cutest brace face I have ever seen!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-2348456067037999602?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2348456067037999602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=2348456067037999602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2348456067037999602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2348456067037999602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/06/brace-face.html' title='Brace Face'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/TBvsdYTDTBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WEWP6Eop4D0/s72-c/Noah+at+park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-480738966327979146</id><published>2010-05-11T13:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:32:32.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hot Mamas Day!!</title><content type='html'>I know this is late, but I was busy having fun on Mothers Day and since I sit in front of a computer all day at work... on a day off it's like the very last thing I want to do. I just wanted to let all the mothers in my life know how much I appreciate them. I appreciate my own mom and have learned from being a mother how much goes into each and every day and things you do for your children. I have come to realize how hard she worked to give us all the things we had, and I of course am talking more about the things that money can't buy. I am thankful to all my friends who are mothers. You are always such an example to me and I learn from you all everyday. I am thankful for my Noah who loves me in spite of the mistakes I make. To all the mothers out there... one day to honor you is really not enough, but you still have my thanks and gratitude for doing the hardest job in the world... producing the future. Love to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-480738966327979146?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/480738966327979146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=480738966327979146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/480738966327979146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/480738966327979146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-hot-mamas-day.html' title='Happy Hot Mamas Day!!'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-1745159953507635839</id><published>2010-04-27T15:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:53:34.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires, Girlfriends, and Babies... OH MY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9dgbS-ymgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/syQ6Ruv1QoM/s1600/100_1148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464942694905321986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9dgbS-ymgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/syQ6Ruv1QoM/s320/100_1148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deAnirGLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rtnFKB_APmI/s1600/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464940037544810674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deAnirGLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rtnFKB_APmI/s320/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This blog is a very long time coming!! Back in March I had an idea to throw a Twilight themed baby shower for my two friends Valerie and Alissa. Now, let me go back and explain that we (my friends and myself) love Twilight... so while, yes Vampires being involved in a baby shower might seem strange to some... to us it is perfect. Anyways, I remembered that New Moon was coming out soon, and being that we wanted the shower to be a surprise I thought that having a New Moon viewing party would be a good cover. (The picture of the invitation above is the one the two preggers girls got, everyone else had one that explained the whole thing.) I talked to my friends Shelley and Lindsay and they thought it would be a good idea and helped me plan the whole thing... thanks ladies, you're the BEST!! We went way over the top trying to make it as "campy" as possible (if you are having a themed party... why not go ALL the way, right?) and I think it turned out amazing. I picked up lots of Twilight themed decorations, and Shelley did too. I bought Edward and Jacob buttons and had a bag of each at the door. Lindsay made sure everyone "declared a team" as they entered and picked a button with either Jacob or Edward to wear for the night.  Then we themed the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9dgc2SHUuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/43-5p6UP-6Q/s1600/100_1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464942721561481954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9dgc2SHUuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/43-5p6UP-6Q/s320/100_1152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9dgdNlr9fI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VfFmbMuykYo/s1600/100_1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464942727817590258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9dgdNlr9fI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VfFmbMuykYo/s320/100_1153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to have a light dinner that we called an "edible art" salad bar, and I had lots of snacks light veggies and dip and chips and my guacamole to eat during the movie... not to mention New Moon Sweetheart candies of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9dgcNr0oEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/igo66mFUwJk/s1600/100_1149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464942710663454786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9dgcNr0oEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/igo66mFUwJk/s320/100_1149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deBr7zFXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QFLPaaIc-C4/s1600/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464940055903802738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deBr7zFXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QFLPaaIc-C4/s320/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Shelley made the most amazing fun drinks that looked like blood with the type on the bottle. They were TOO FUN!! And then she had the most amazing cupcakes made that were not only really yummy, but that had cut Twilight sayings and pictures sticking out of them using Forks as holders.... get it... FORKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deBz_-kyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7JzIuMmdVVI/s1600/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464940058068816674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deBz_-kyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7JzIuMmdVVI/s320/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9dgd6wEFDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Pa_KDYpqYfo/s1600/100_1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464942739940709426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9dgd6wEFDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Pa_KDYpqYfo/s320/100_1158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had picked up Edward and Jacob dessert plates so you could choose who you wanted to lick your frosting off of. (hehe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deaRHHXuI/AAAAAAAAAII/_lBl6lIgjBg/s1600/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deZ7xxZbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sndb0NTjtks/s1600/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464940472473576882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deZ7xxZbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sndb0NTjtks/s320/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Valerie had a hard time choosing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deBH8XXqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iUxECaoTgh4/s1600/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(1a).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464940046242504354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deBH8XXqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iUxECaoTgh4/s320/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(1a).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deaRHHXuI/AAAAAAAAAII/_lBl6lIgjBg/s1600/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464940478200241890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deaRHHXuI/AAAAAAAAAII/_lBl6lIgjBg/s320/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(9).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They really were amazingly cute cup-cakes!&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9debrWfCKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_fOeU0kUKH0/s1600/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(23).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464940502423898274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9debrWfCKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_fOeU0kUKH0/s320/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(23).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9debNvLJjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/If9X8fUY9U0/s1600/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(22).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464940494474389042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9debNvLJjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/If9X8fUY9U0/s320/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(22).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I even ordered each girl a Twilight themed onesie for their little bundle of joy. Alissa is having a boy, and Valerie just had her girl yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a really fun night... and yes we did really watch New Moon after we ate and opened the gifts. I have to say a special thanks to Lindsay and Shelley for helping me plan and run the party, and to my dear friend Liz who not only let us invade her home for the whole thing, but spent hours helping me set up and clean up. I love all of you!! And of course thank you to all those who came and made the night fun!! Congrats Valerie and Alissa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9dea54wlFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/O4lFHXZ6BkY/s1600/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464940489145881682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9dea54wlFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/O4lFHXZ6BkY/s320/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(14).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deCX18p3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/rOMf_LQd9AE/s1600/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464940067690424178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9deCX18p3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/rOMf_LQd9AE/s320/3-20-10+Surprise+baby+shower-new+moon+party+(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you can see I was a little tired in the above picture... but Valerie still gave it a thumbs-up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/128918567403573935-1745159953507635839?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1745159953507635839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=1745159953507635839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/1745159953507635839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/1745159953507635839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/04/vampires-girlfriends-and-babies-oh-my.html' title='Vampires, Girlfriends, and Babies... OH MY!!'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/S9dgbS-ymgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/syQ6Ruv1QoM/s72-c/100_1148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-2205771771654270964</id><published>2010-04-21T13:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:55:31.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Night!!</title><content type='html'>I had so much fun with some of my girlfriends last night. We went to Olive Garden and ate some yummy food, then talked in the parking lot for a LONG time while we realized we didn't want to go home just yet. Valerie came up with a plan and a few of us went to her house (thanks for pretending to not care that we invaded Brandon) for ice cream and conversation that involved a lot of laughing... until midnight!! When you are a mom this is the next best thing to an old-fashioned sleep-over I guess. I didn't bring my camera, so not pictures to post, but just wanted to say that I had such a good time, and I am thankful to have great gals in my ward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-2205771771654270964?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2205771771654270964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=2205771771654270964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2205771771654270964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2205771771654270964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/04/ladies-night.html' title='Ladies Night!!'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-8452790668731146173</id><published>2010-03-08T14:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:53:02.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trailer Trash</title><content type='html'>Jon, Noah and I enjoy spending time with "the boys".  That somehow became the defining name for my nephews Sam and Nathan. They are only 11 months apart and are always together, so that is how they often get described, "the boys". So, on Friday night we went to their place and picked them up and brought them back to our house to have them spend the night. The next day Noah decided he wanted us all to go play mini-golf at the Fiesta Fun... so we did. We had a great time and Jon beat us all (he only beat me by 1 point though). After we all went to Arby's for lunch. Well, it was still early in the afternoon and we wanted to still have some fun with the boys, but by this time just between the golf and lunch we had spent $50... so what could we do next that would keep an 11, a 13, and a 14 year old boy entertained (for no money) that would also keep Jon and I interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up and tell you that Jon and I have the desire to someday in the future buy a smaller camping trailer, but we don't want to finance it and don't have the cash right now... so that little desire is on the back burner for now. (But it can't hurt to look, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the boys (Noah, Sam, and Nathan) to the RV place out in Hurricane and looked at RV's, Toy Hauler's, and Trailers for hours. SERIOUSLY... HOURS. None of us got bored, and it was a lot of fun that cost absolutely no money. Now, maybe looking at stuff like that all day long when you can't currently afford to buy it may not be everyone's cup-o-tea... but it suited us just fine, and now Jon and I have a better idea of what we will be looking forward to buying someday. It was a fun, silly, crazy afternoon spent with some of my favorite people and I loved every minute of it. If that makes me a little red around the neck area... so be it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-8452790668731146173?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8452790668731146173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=8452790668731146173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/8452790668731146173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/8452790668731146173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/03/trailer-trash.html' title='Trailer Trash'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-2291463059053824443</id><published>2010-02-27T09:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:17:19.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog, Blog, Who's Got a Blog?</title><content type='html'>I have a new blog. I know this may surprise some since I really don't write on this one like I should, but either way... I have one. After being inspired by other wonderful blogs over the last few weeks, I have decided to put my two cents into the mix and see what happens. I have started a style blog that will talk about things that I find, love, or projects I do with interior design, or fashion, or in the world of green living. I hope you all will follow it and enjoy it. You can find it at homegrownstyle.blogspot.com. Hope you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-2291463059053824443?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2291463059053824443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=2291463059053824443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2291463059053824443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2291463059053824443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-blog-whos-got-blog.html' title='Blog, Blog, Who&apos;s Got a Blog?'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-8940021853412939359</id><published>2009-12-27T17:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:07:40.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Anyone Get Naked Anymore??</title><content type='html'>I was watching "You've Got Mail" today to pass the time. (I have been going a little crazy with Noah being stuck in the house sick again.) I watched and started to wonder about the way email has changed things and then how texting, twitter, facebook, and myspace have changed it even more. It made me think about how different things were for me being a teenager dating in the 90's. Some changes are great... no huge long distance phone bills if you have a "special someone" who lives in a different area code (thanks to cell phones), or no everyone sharing one phone line no doubt located in the noisy family room until you finally get your own room with your own phone. There is now no worrying about a sibling picking up the other line to evesdrop on your all important conversation. No busy signal if you have a boyfriend whos mom loves to chat with her friends on the phone... now you just call HIS cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to think about what what teenagers these days might be missing. I thought of what I would miss the most and I must say I wouldn't trade all of the above "improvements"  for this one missing thing.... LOVE LETTERS!!! Do teenagers write real pen and paper love letters anymore?? I bet most of them don't. That had to be one of my favorite parts of being a teenager "in love". The butterflies you would get when your boyfriend handed you that folded up piece of paper... or checking the mailbox every day when you knew a letter was coming through the mail. But most of all  the thing I would miss the most about real love letters was when you have to sit for sometimes hours at a time to think about the things you want to say and then have to write them out with your very hands, I think something magical happens... you bare your soul. You put your feeling out there in a way that you just don't in 160 characters. You open yourself up and feel emotions that sometimes it takes time to bring up... time you don't spend sending a text. Yes, there have been some great things that have come from the advances in technology. Don't get me wrong because I love my facebook, but I think I just might love the old letters I have from family, friends, and boyfriends (including my now husband) just a little bit more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-8940021853412939359?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8940021853412939359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=8940021853412939359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/8940021853412939359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/8940021853412939359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2009/12/does-anyone-get-naked-anymore.html' title='Does Anyone Get Naked Anymore??'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-893086839023769124</id><published>2009-12-17T14:12:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:32:07.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dream Like Bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we all know I am a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Twihard&lt;/span&gt; (I know the word "duh" comes to mind.). Well most of my friends and my female (and a few male) relatives are too, so you should all understand what I am talking about here. Well, in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of New Moon Bella has that dream where she thinks she sees her grandmother, but really it's her and she just hasn't realized she has aged. It's like her dreams haven't caught up to her reality. I am so there! When I dream I always seem to be around the age of 18 or so, and my body is 18 too!! I dream that I still have my 18 year old body. This body...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418544718378455954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/SzKJtnKEU5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/7TbRoWefLhI/s320/Prom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, but really I'm 31 and I have this body...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418546520814058274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/SzKLWhwM-yI/AAAAAAAAACA/5EgtPlDbDpw/s320/Holliday+family+at+Hogle+zoo+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dreams have yet to catch up to my reality. So then I start to think, maybe I dream this way because someone is trying to tell me that this current body I have shouldn't be my reality. I need to be better. Two years ago I had lost 30 pounds, and then since that time have gained it all back... as of today I am all the way back up to where I was. How sad. I need to start over instead of giving up. So I am putting it out there and saying I need to lose weight. I tend to do better if I put it out there in the world because I know people will be waiting to see if I follow through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I know there is no way to get that exact BC (before children) body back, but I can do much better. Then at least when I do dream like Bella, my dream life and real life will be a little bit of a closer match. :) &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/128918567403573935-893086839023769124?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/893086839023769124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=893086839023769124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/893086839023769124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/893086839023769124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dream-like-bella.html' title='I Dream Like Bella'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/SzKJtnKEU5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/7TbRoWefLhI/s72-c/Prom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-5840406332950251431</id><published>2009-10-24T12:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:03:42.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Piss and Drone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah always comes up with something "interesting" that he wants to be for Halloween. Past favorites were a die (single dice) and a shadow. Yes, a shadow! What is there to say when you child comes up to you and tells you he wants to be a shadow besides... um okay??? (Panic soon follows as you ask yourself... How the heck do I make my kid a shadow??) But I digress... this year Noah tells me he wants to be a bee. Ahuh, a bee. So what goes through my head... cute little girl bee costumes or sluty "big-girl"costumes. How am I going to make a BOY bee costume?? So then Noah tells his daddy about his plans and his daddy has a cow!! "He is not going to be a bee! Girls are bees!!" So, we try to talk Noah into being just about anything but a bee, and tell him that most of the time only girls dress up as bees. He won't budge. He really wants to be a bee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next week I take Noah to the library and he checks out a book on bees. (How did I not see that one coming?) He reads the book from cover to cover and then informs me that he is going to be a drone for Halloween. So I of course ask, "What is a drone?" To which he replies, "It's a MALE bee." How smart is he??? He then explains to me that he wants to be a bee because they are hard workers. How do I argue with that? I decide that if my boy wants to be a bee, then that's is what he will "bee". Screw the world and anyone who would make fun of him for picking a costume that they in their ignorance see as only a girl costume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we set out to find a "boyish" bee costume. Specialized Halloween store... nope, Kmart.... nope, Walmart.... nope, Target... ding, ding, ding. Target has 1 mens Bumble Bee costume that I grab. No ruffles, no glitter, no girly wings. I put one of Noahs arms through, and then the other and go to zip it up... the zipper is missing!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!! So, I go to checkout and ask for a discount to off set the cost of having to have the costume repaired and they give me $10.00 off. Oh well, I'll take it. So we head of to Walmart and I buy a zipper that I think looks like it might fit. I get home and pull out my trusty needle nose pliers and "make it fit". It does. I go to zip it up.... IT ZIPS!!! WOOT!!!! So, yes my beautiful boy will get to be a cute DRONE!! Pictures soon to follow! While waiting please enjoy pictures of my "creative" past costumes described above&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/SuNOaUJERyI/AAAAAAAAABw/doz_gCUHHBI/s1600-h/super+dice+noah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396242992510289698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/SuNOaUJERyI/AAAAAAAAABw/doz_gCUHHBI/s320/super+dice+noah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/SuNOZ__h_FI/AAAAAAAAABo/QUSZl6IysCU/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396242987101584466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/SuNOZ__h_FI/AAAAAAAAABo/QUSZl6IysCU/s320/Picture+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!&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/128918567403573935-5840406332950251431?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5840406332950251431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=5840406332950251431&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/5840406332950251431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/5840406332950251431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2009/10/piss-and-drone.html' title='Piss and Drone'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/SuNOaUJERyI/AAAAAAAAABw/doz_gCUHHBI/s72-c/super+dice+noah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-6477366467650557577</id><published>2009-10-14T22:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:51:43.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia, get thee hence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/StaqMEOMN2I/AAAAAAAAABg/7gCvGhKwRn0/s1600-h/ScannedImage-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392684728091162466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/StaqMEOMN2I/AAAAAAAAABg/7gCvGhKwRn0/s320/ScannedImage-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been missing my friends a lot. I grew up in Southern California, and as a teenager had a great group of friends. We laughed, cried, played, danced, were dramatic, were crazy, had crushes, had fights... but we really loved eachother. I still love them all. I do not often miss living in California. I miss things about it like a sunset on the beach, a week in Carlsbad, taking a walk on a breezy summer evening with the smell of gardenia in the air... stuff like that. Now though, I love living in Southern Utah and I really do feel like it is my home. I can feel okay about the things in Cali that I listed above that I have to miss to live in the beautiful red rock of Ivins. But of all the things I give up to live here being away from those friends I grew up with is the hardest part. So, to those friends that I am talking about... and you know who you are... I love you, I miss you, I talk about you all the time, and thank you for making my teenage years worth missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-6477366467650557577?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6477366467650557577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=6477366467650557577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/6477366467650557577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/6477366467650557577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2009/10/nostalgia-get-thee-hence.html' title='Nostalgia, get thee hence.'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/StaqMEOMN2I/AAAAAAAAABg/7gCvGhKwRn0/s72-c/ScannedImage-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-8606435937180864006</id><published>2009-10-11T23:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:05:13.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone by</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/StK4tBL2cvI/AAAAAAAAABY/UWiWmA5isQg/s1600-h/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391574787467670258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/StK4tBL2cvI/AAAAAAAAABY/UWiWmA5isQg/s320/033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been 3 years today. They say time heals all wounds, but I miss you as much today as I have any day gone by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-8606435937180864006?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8606435937180864006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=8606435937180864006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/8606435937180864006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/8606435937180864006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2009/10/gone-by.html' title='Gone by'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/StK4tBL2cvI/AAAAAAAAABY/UWiWmA5isQg/s72-c/033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-8047293983044524223</id><published>2009-08-19T15:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:38:37.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Trampy" Cat-Calls!!</title><content type='html'>It was a nice "cooler" night last night, and by cooler I'm saying it was under 100, and so I decided to sit out on my front porch and read my latest Better Homes And Gardens I had just retreived from my mail box while I watched Noah ride his scooter around the cul-de-sac. A few minutes later my mother-in-law pulled up with my nephew Sam in the car. He was excited Noah was outside, so he ran in to the garage to get Jon's bike and hit the road with Noah. They were having a great time just going up and down the street and making circles and playing with the neighbors cat. Pleasant, but uneventful... until... "Noah!" "Noah, look at us!!" "Noah we think you are so CUUUUUTE!!" The sound was coming from over my next door neighbors wall. So, I casually walk over to take a peak and my neighbors little girl and some of her friends are in their backyard jumping on the trampoline and I guess they decided to get Noah's attention. Noah, who is a little shy, smiles, but otherwise does not know what to do. My nephew Sam is in impressed awe that his little cousin is getting told by a group of girls that  he is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of not getting quite the repsonse they wanted the girls start to say in unison with their jump, "Hi, Noah!!" "Hi, Noah!!" "Hi Noah" each time their heads come above the fence. I must say it was cracking me up that the "cat-calls" were in unison with the bouncing, and that they went on and on and on, and on. They must have REALLY wanted Noah to pay attention to them. Then they started with the "Noah, we think you are SOOOOO CUTE again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, it got dark and the girls went inside. Noah rides up on his scooter and tells me he can't wait to let his other 2 friends (who are girls) know that the other girls were telling him he was cute. Cracked me up!! I of course think he is cute too, but being that I am his mother I might be just a bit bias. It was a fun night!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-8047293983044524223?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8047293983044524223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=8047293983044524223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/8047293983044524223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/8047293983044524223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2009/08/trampy-cat-calls.html' title='&quot;Trampy&quot; Cat-Calls!!'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-1335350660540733873</id><published>2009-07-20T00:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:49:36.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Beer Bust"</title><content type='html'>So this is kinda a random story, but I thought it was funny. I have this friend named Whit who I have known since I was a teenager. Yesterday his little sister got married and my family, and my parents were invited. The reception was in their parents backyard, and that is just around the corner from my parents house here in St. George. Anyways, Jon had to work... so Noah and I went with my parents. When we got there Whit came over to say hi and talk to us, he also asked where Jon was. I explained that he had to work, and Whit said that it was too bad because he would have wanted to see him. So, it was a beautiful and fun reception and we were getting ready to leave, we wanted to say bye to Whit, but couldn't find him. I am getting one last glass of water (it was very hot yesterday) and I hear my name. I look up and Jon is standing at the entrance to the backyard and motions for me to come over. He wasn't feeling good and had got off early. He wanted to talk to me about what to do for dinner, say a quick hi to Whit and then leave to go eat...but again, we can't find Whit. So, Jon leaves and then we say a goodbye to the bride and rest of her family and start to leave, when up walks Whit from the front yard. So, I ask "did you see Jon, he was here and he was looking for you so he could say hi." He say, "that was Jon???" and then just starts laughing. He then goes on to explain that he and the groom had gone out to his car to drink a beer when this cop truck pulls up (Jon). He thinks the cops have come to "bust" him for his bad beer drinking ways... so he HIDES in his car from the "cops". So yeah, he was hiding from his friend whom he had wanted to see. Guess that's what happens when you have a guilty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt;. :) Good Times!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-1335350660540733873?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1335350660540733873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=1335350660540733873&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/1335350660540733873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/1335350660540733873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2009/07/beer-bust.html' title='&quot;Beer Bust&quot;'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-1572173839779423908</id><published>2009-07-09T23:36:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:31:19.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Love Ya, Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sl0Gt12YDQI/AAAAAAAAABI/f0gITvNVuxA/s1600-h/100_0755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358446516259785986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sl0Gt12YDQI/AAAAAAAAABI/f0gITvNVuxA/s320/100_0755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sl0DeSOf1iI/AAAAAAAAABA/mdz5m2bwlEU/s1600-h/100_0762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358442950464362018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sl0DeSOf1iI/AAAAAAAAABA/mdz5m2bwlEU/s320/100_0762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Slz9pDcX7pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ryLgtal3dVU/s1600-h/100_0752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358436538404826770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Slz9pDcX7pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ryLgtal3dVU/s320/100_0752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, just incase anyone doesn't know this I live but a few short miles from the most amazing outdoor theater named Taucahn. It is tucked back into our beautiful red cliffs, and I love it there. I see at least one of the musicals every summer and then the Holloween theamed dance show "Thriller" every fall. Last night, thanks to my mother-in-law Anne, I got to see "Annie" with my Noahboy and my nephew Nathan. We all loved it!!! What a talented cast, it was amazing and we had so much fun. It is a 2000 seat theater, so there is always a line of cars at the end of the night when it is time to leave. Instead of trying to keep two tired boys from getting crazy in a line of cars waiting to exit the parking lot, we found other things to do... like take pictures and had a lot of fun!! I can't wait for "Footloose" next month!!&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/128918567403573935-1572173839779423908?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1572173839779423908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=1572173839779423908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/1572173839779423908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/1572173839779423908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-tomorrow-i-love-ya-tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Love Ya, Tomorrow!'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sl0Gt12YDQI/AAAAAAAAABI/f0gITvNVuxA/s72-c/100_0755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-2826212051242490307</id><published>2009-06-29T22:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:28:40.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why???</title><content type='html'>So, the other day I go into Albertson's to pick up a few things. Being the green-gal that I am I take in my green re-bags. I get my few items and go to check out. I load my stash on the belt, look up and the checker is cute... not just "oh a cute boy" cute.... but super stinkin' hot boy cute!!! It's my turn and as I walk up he gives me this huge (beautiful) smile. He holds up one of my green bags and say, "I wish more people here used these." He then goes on to tell me that he just relocated to the St. George area from Park City and that everyone up there uses green bags and he was diappointed by how many people here in St. George still use plastic. I ask him if he is liking St. George, and he says he is, but it is different. I smile. He then asks me, "do you want to hear what happened to me today?" I say, "sure." He goes on to tell me that a few hours earlier a woman who is a little "white trash" came through his line and farts REALLY loud while he is checking out here stuff. He tells me he didn't know what to do so he just kept working. Well the woman just starts laughing her head off, and then tells him he should play poker with his straight face. He just smiles and finishes the job. She pays him and then as she is walking away, she burps and blows it in his face!!! And then says, "there's a kiss for ya honey!" and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Can you believe that??? Why??? What makes people do the things they do??? So, I tell the guy that not all of us in St. George are like that, and that I hope he enjoys it here. I just couldn't believe that a grown woman would do that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-2826212051242490307?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2826212051242490307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=2826212051242490307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2826212051242490307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/2826212051242490307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2009/06/why.html' title='Why???'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128918567403573935.post-8506747281832872872</id><published>2009-06-15T00:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:18:01.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright, I give.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So, everyone I know seems to have one of these... so I give... I will have one too. I don't know how interesting it will be, or how often I will write on here, but I will give it a go at least. My life is not that different from anyone else, but my kid does say some pretty funny things now and again. I also have random thoughts that go through my head that people sometimes find interesting... so maybe from time to time I will post something that will not put you to sleep. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128918567403573935-8506747281832872872?l=kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8506747281832872872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128918567403573935&amp;postID=8506747281832872872&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/8506747281832872872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128918567403573935/posts/default/8506747281832872872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristyloukibitz.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-i-give.html' title='Alright, I give.'/><author><name>Kristy Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04495402092894384428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LyNCBrS9Wcg/Sjavtw5y1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u_Nzt8Gi2sQ/S220/COLOR+FAMILY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
